Badminton club

Today's like a new day. Last night mom gave me a pile of clothes which suited my newly acquired taste: sleeveless. Partly due to the fucking hot weather, partly I finally have the mood to dress myself up better. Mom even suggested me to wear them to class. Sleeveless? I asked, is that even appropriate? She said I could wear a jacket.

So I did this today. Sleeveless with long pants, badminton shoes. Thanks to today's class which has lab, which makes it not matter whatever I wear since I'm gonna have a lab coat. I get comments from classmates. Duno what kind of impression from the lecturer. But anyway, I'm not doing anything wrong bleh.

It was a fucking tiring day that I reconsidered so many times whether or not to go badminton tonight. Anyway, decision was made before I go to class. It was a sequence of plans outside, so I had to get things ready isn't it? Troublesome, to save the trouble.

Wearing badminton shoes and bringing a racket to class wasn't that awkward since I only had one racket instead of a huge badminton bag plus shoe bag. Since it was my old shoes, why so overprotective? I wore it to the roads. It still hurts. My heart hurts wearing badminton shoes on the fucking road. But that's the best plan.

We did dialysis for lab. Not actually dialysis... Dialysis of milk. So boring eh? Yup. What to do. I love Dr Cheng. I want a photo with him before I graduate. I love this lecturer he's so kind and precise. Ahh.  Let's wait till I get my lab marks, I'll comment further HAHA.

Anyway. Fucking tiring thanks to arrogant being so talkative last night, and my recklessness that made me woke earlier than supposed to. Life is good, still. We went to the library to work on our report just to let time pass, wtf. Such rajin peeps. I crai. But it's good motivation. Our schedule is too imba, made us had a two hour gap between after lab and dinner time. It's a good gap. I prefer the girls outside. They need to get out more ish.

Anyway after dinner was the first damn time I join badminton club. I wasn't expecting much. A little bit awkward. Luckily chubby gab's group still does play with me. And from there I get to know Cham, a girl younger than me by one year. She has an arm issue too. Haih poor thing. We dead. Anyway, today I finally witnessed more of the inti team. Yes they're pretty good. I doubt my ex could beat them all easily. Why would he diss them that way? Being too proud kills you. The guys were good, damn good. The girls, two state players, were damn fucking good too. I looked at their form and be like fuck she is my idol. And I don't even know her name. We played a woman doubles match. Made me nervous af, it's the team watching. Ffff.

Let's go back to the club part. So the system goes this way. All the members reach there and register by handing in the member card. So the committees would shuffle and place four names into respective courts. I think this system sucked. But what to do? KBU had this system too. But KBU was better. To ensure better quality time spent, I proposed to limit the amount of participants for each badminton session, the supervisors agreed, so it was done, crowd was gone. This club did nothing to control the crowd.

However, the first match playing with three strangers was funny. I probably partnered the guy who could play best among all, and since I have my standards, it was quite imbalance. I gained an invitation to join this guy's team for sports fiesta, a small intra inti tournament.

I have an excited spot. I like making people mindblown at my playing. I like how fucking smooth certain net shots can be, I think it helped me gain kakis. Friends. Got to know another two guys who was probably committee. Fuck i can't remember the tall one. They seemed friendly. And fucking hilarious 😂 ok I think I can get closer to the peeps in the club more than chubby gab's squad.

Still

Two teams want me to play for them.

I'm crying already. I feel like my ex burried me in a hole and made sure I wouldn't get any chance to build new connection, networks. Now I'm getting to know people from mechanical engineering, business, accounting, tcm, even chemical engineering, many! fucking hell did you enjoyed watching me cry ranting how isolated I am in hostel? Did you? Fuck you. Fuck the person you're fucking right now. Fuck your brain because if you really think you have the heart to help people, then you probably think meals are free. I remember it oh so well.

What for, knowing people from different field? Can they really cross paths with you? You don't need that. You mean, fuck everyone who's not gonna be beneficial, eh? You mean, you only befriend people because they have their worth of being used eh? No wonder you don't have friends. You're too proud. Too proud that you think you rule the world alone, that you think you didn't even need to use anyone. Such an ass.

Life's been changing so fast. One night, one RM18 and an exhibition week. I found what I was looking for. Badminton addictssssss.