Battle court
12.17.09
Image Rights to dan.badura
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Like sharks hunting in the court,
circling chums floating on dry land.
Smashing waves of angry darts,
tearing flesh on a prey.
These players attack,
with arsenal rackets and wits.
A game pushes through,
rivals anticipating moves.
A choreography practiced,
where the only rhythm,
is the bouncing of shuttlecocks
on racket blades.
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Doc Z, my hands are itching in tearing you apart inside the court… Lol! When can we play badminton?
When I saw the trophy displayed in your office I was tempted to tell you that I have more than what you have LOL.
Sure, we can play and we better invite Novz too. He’s a pretty strong player.
Z
So badminton is a battle? lol…oo nga bottle of brawn and brain, because you have to be intelligent to devise “devious” plans on how to “conquer” (through your muscle moves) the enemy.
Jen,
Yeah you have to have both in order to win. Can’t have brawn alone.
Z
I miss playing badminton. I used to play this game when I was still working in Philippine Military Academy – we (employees) are allowed to engage in sports every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon!
Gem,
I bet the military men had a hard time smashing shuttle cocks at you…
hmmm… that didn’t come out right.
Z
so when’s the next battle? with pancit malabon after. hehe
Novz,
Are you back in town? Jhong wants to play too.
Z
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