i have played badminton for more than half my life, working through long gym time and tiredness and sweat, and with so much effort, i have finally met a milestone today. it finally happened. today started off as a really typical day, came home from work, had dinner. after the dinner (Chinese take out, btw), lazily, we crawl our way into the gym. arriving at 8.30pm for a gym that open 7-10pm. anyway. so there we were, yet another day in the gym, doing our routine chore to honor the Badminton God's wonderful work. we sat down for a couple of minutes on the sideline, and then two of our friends decided to get off the court so Janet and i went in and warmed up. we played some half court singles. kinda fun, janet actually is now pretty good and can play pretty competitively. we had smash, drop, clear, net tumbles. and after 10 or so mins of playing around, it finally happened, i have waited many years, i have work so many hours on the court, it finally happened: janet made a loose net shot, so i stepped up to the net, raised my racket like i have always been told to; brought my wrist high and palm facing up, racket face forward, as i have always been told to; using my fingers, propel the racket head and did a forward cut of the birdie, as i have always been told to. the birdie, upon impact, did a perfect somersaught, and it looked like it will be a very close netshot indeed, and suddenly, there it was! it just sat there right on top of the net cord, cork facing up, feather down, perfectly vertical, and completely motionless. it was perfect, it just too the exact amount of force to put it to the right place on the cord, its orientation had to be just right, the reverse downward force is just right to move this 5gram object to that position. anymore, it will go over the net, any less, it will come back here. but no, it was just right. it just sat there, quiet, serene, as if all the sorrows in the world is behind it, it didn't care at all. it was happy there. if i were to leave it, it may just sit there forever. 8 feathers on one side of the court, 8 feathers on the other side. a badminton shuttle spend all its useful life time in the badminton court, and there it was, this shuttle spans both sides of the court. people go to places like Greenwich in London to stand on both side of the globe, this birdie is resting on both sides of its world, high above, it has seen it all. it was happy. i was happy, janet was amused, people in the gym who saw it was happy for me. finally today, i have achieved a milestone after so many years slaving in the badminton court. not many people may have this honor. i can tell my grandkids that i have done it. and despite all these, it was ruled a let.