Can’t say I am a good player, but… well… uhm… okay, alright… honestly, I suck at playing badminton. It’s the only sport I play and I love it (you can say it’s unrequited love). Wha? You wondrin’ why I feel that way and still play though it doesn’t love me back?
• It’s my outlet. For relaxation. And workout.
• Yes, but don’t get me wrong when I say “workout”. It doesn’t mean running around to hit the shuttle, but instead bending down to pick it up when it goes to a farther direction than my spot, hence, when I miss a hit.
• Why I do it that way, you ask? It’s good for my belly. Abdominal exercise. Reason valid enough, eh? 
My friends and I go to about an hour session twice a week after we get out of work, pretty cool timing to release stress from the bosses, eh? Then we go grab some snack afterwards. So technically,
• released stress = 89%
• lost fat = 7.32%
• gained fat from snacks = 92%
• bonding moment = 100%
Cool, eh? 
People might laugh at me. Still…
