back in december 2017 in UIN Malang along with my final undergraduate thesis, i wanted to do something.
a sports.
tried taekwondo. had a couple of friends joined in and didn't last because of distance and time. also, the sport was too cool for us.
side note: too many rules and we're only after
doing-something. we had fun but there's more to it. life long dedication, which doesn't apply to our purpose of joining the club in the first place.
so we left.
looking for more dynamic activity because staying active helps promote and increase health and wellness throughout all stages of life. then
nuree - a thai close friend came up with
badminton.
just... the... two... of... us.
playing it like little kids but this one is with purpose so we get ourselves active and we sweat and then we're done. playing at the 3rd floor of our dormitory building can be crucial as it is abusing the use of the hall. *we had been warned and we kept ignoring it.
day after day after all univ requirement has been complied, i would ask nuree to play again, just so staying-active is kept. it's fun and you don't need a goddamn rules until sometimes in January 2018.
...and a real badminton story begun.
a group of male player(not athletes) consists of cambodian, malaysian, thailand and chinese, introduces us using the badminton net. and boy what a surprise, to play with them is to play the rules of badminton.
WREALLY????? ok cool but, WHY???
there is no why, the 'why' happens only in my brain, because i never literally questioned them.
staying active right? let's stick to it and not on, learning badminton rules.
day one had passed by. YEY! let's do it again tomorrow.
and they're lazy.
and i can't play without net this time around.
and it's not okay that i have to contact someone to inform them that i am in need of badminton net because i am desperate to get active. promoting healthy lifestyle, right??
right.
not being the mainstream sport in my country(philippines). badminton is apparently one of the big cheese in the name of sports activities in indonesia. and there's more... not to my knowledge, just had the best and the right people - to have - for me to get the best out of badminton. rulings in a very fun and awkward way.
yes it's awkward.
for me: not knowing these people personally and tried my best to cope up with their playing mechanics, and i only have energy to bring to the court and zero of the game intelligence itself.
for them: to break it to my face because i am doing it everything in wrong way.
conclusion,
i know nothing about badminton but the persistence side of me wanting to stay active, had escalated to, wanting to learn this sport.
and again, the right people had me learnt it by heart.
the main reason i am writing this blog. identifying the following people with my own short description of their roles, based only on my point of view. had to give them credit and the lists are as follows.
moksin - the coach, later became the group leader
kovy - the side kick and acrobatic split-er
gony - the most punctual and one-on-one challenger to keep the female members improving. or atleast that's what everyone get from him.
jumat - his chinese name is ma jia hui, who never leaves the court. very dedicated and never accept loses.
halim - the net killer. the most silent. very sociable to other players. of course pun intended.
hasan - the yellow shoes, which later on got stolen, because who doesn't believe in evil eye? too bad, lost-shoe-tracker haven't invented yet.
ridwan - da wan. very comfortable in bear foot playing. i saw him once with a girls sport shoes. and he is not ashame of it. in pink color.
bahrruddin - the flying mosquito. left the university because no one wants a mosquito. i mean, he has to leave and that is leaving the us, too. left some of the female players' heart broken.
mah chi wei - if there is karate version of badminton, he has the best demonstration of it. keep it up mah chi wei.
khalid - the expired member of the group because of personal conflicts with other member. his good intention led to termination. i still commend his badminton skills. i have learned some from him and aina(my younger sister) thinks he has cool badminton shoes.
rustan - suad's husband, very skillful in playing.
suad - rustan's wife, very careful in playing.
zianab - the baby of the group. unior(university's sports club) member. IBF's spy.
sumairee - the AYOO and AYU. the chef and the chief. salute!
aina - the one and only, doctorate member. all time champion, undefeated and undisputed. the defender. the speaker.
nuree - the ghost member.
ilsia - not a member.
laily - the active and inactive member. the captain marvel of IBF.
aziza - the selfie member.
nazira,
salima,
nariman - whatsapp 'badminton attendance' group with special daily invitaion. VIP's
special participation:
safini,
raha,
aziza's sister,
amerkhan,
bahar,
pak didik,
syukri,
jehad, and some arab fellas i don't remember their names.
late joiners :
shielah,
aisha,
elsa,
nissa,
abu ubaida,
and last but not least,
pak mualif - our distinguished shuttlecock sponsor.
and so much more.
if it wasn't because of these people mentioned above, there will be no IBF. there will be no restriction on using badminton stand in our own SC(Sport Center). there will be no negotiations and issues accumulated against univresity's student's affairs, thus, Sports Center usage lead to scheduling.
yes, they scheduled us. chained and lock the badminton stand for a limit use.
but nothing had stopped us. we would be in dismay, in discomfort to the extend we would overstate it as a drug addiction without cure. we need the dose. mostly, them not me.
i'm okay, i'm always good, yeah.
so to firmly stand with our privileged as the university's student. we kept going, fought for our right and we sought solid in friendship.
S O L I D !
every single day we would find an issue that could avert badminton to happen.
certain circumstances such as, rain, no available place to play, no shuttlecocks, not enough players, no vehicles if court is reserved in distant places, no badminton apparel, shoes on laundry, really?, injured body parts due to extreme playing, which the only cure is to play it double extreme the next day.
there's just no hope for this reasons to keep coming... we would always find a resolution to every single case. and here's how we dealt on some cases. and just by writing this, it brings back all the memories. (maroon 5)
rain? there's always umbrella.
no available place to play? tidar is always the resort.
laziness? nobody recognizes this word. everybody! out of the cave!
no shuttlecocks? buy one.
no vehicle? grabbike.
no players? pak didik.
injured body parts due to extreme playing? showing up the next day and double the extreme. the only remedy.
no apparel: borrow from others. but that is disgusting. i hope no one did it back then.
IBF memories and every single thing that correlates to it hunts me 'til to this day. they're all for keeps, good and bad. there was no regret in every single event that had happen. so if ever you are an IBF or your name has mentioned above... you are part of my 2018 people.
as IBF was gradually went on stages before it became a solid social group. i can't stress it enough how excited and overwhelmed i was when it actually resulted to some kind of real bond and at some point changes the way other members have looked upon life. nothing is impossible. if you believe at achieving something... start small, and keep going. never stop and you'll get there. IBF got into stages, day by day, situations after situations. and as i give a short illustration on how it has happened, please know that this was only the side of my story.
first stage: common interest. people want activity in their free times- other than classes - so as i brought together females who are interested to play. we would have an information if male group are playing so we could tag along. because we're poor we don't have badminton net.
second stage: badminton became the new fun. whatsapp group has been created due to information demand for time and place availability of badminton net and courts.
third stage: mini-tournaments are conducted and new badminton shoes and rackets are the new trends. and i'm not an exemption. i mean, it's what everybody is into, hello.
fourth stage: the final transformation. every single one is hooked. either they like it or not. it's because it's a must. one missed day, the next day is double wild. members would play twice a day. sometimes i'd advice them not to do it too much, but who am i? - oh their smashing target- and they're happy to do that. they laugh first and then they would apologize. i'm hurt already, what's the point of sorry?
but here are things that i've learned from receiving hits right on my face and why it is okay to forgive but never forgets?
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he is just happy to score: jumat's double hit. the very first shameful hit i had recieved in my left and right forehead. he must be thinking he needs to balance it.
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there was a motive plot frame-up between my team mate (hasan) and the opponent(moksin teamed up with halim): combination of the slow pass and hit in my face(right cheek) and was recorded by hasan, and that's when i know he was the mastermind. passed slowly on moksin and he might be giving him some wink and there you go, mission accomplished. next thing i know, a GIF was sent to whatsapp group. yay!!
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she's on perfume: the effective trick. her perfume that day was stunning. sumairee did her remark. and it was the very last day of my badminton bonding with IBF.
sigh...
as i am writing this on my notes, i had a sudden thought as i paused...
i've learn a lot from everything and anything in this badminton group family. the catch is, it wasn't just knowing the sport or learning the skills. the personal growth that it taught me along with it, self-descipline, perserverance, dedication, compassion, leadership, understanding, believing in one's self, decisiveness, being patient and most of all, unity. one sure thing i wish that would've happened right before i left IBF, i wish i knew them at the very first day of my stay in indonesia...
as i finally end my thoughts on IBF accumulation, looking back on the few random pictures that are captured back in those days, will forever be a treasure.
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| tidar : emoji war |
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| tidar : the game of who'll touch the door first |
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| sport center : mini-tournament event, losers. haha |
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| sport center : mini-tournament event winners |
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| UIN campus : share your blessings. feeding event. IBF extra activity. |
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| tidar: aina and pak didik in-action poses. |
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| tidar: never happened in history, only in IBF. playing without electricity. |
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| sport center : if there's a will, there's a way. i came back after a prank |
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| pantai tamban : the long road. very long road. |
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| sport center : 1st mini-tournament event group picture |
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| sport center : 2nd mini-tournament event group picture. |
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| tidar : the modelling |
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| unknown place for me but it looks like wakanda forever |
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| sport center : one of those days |
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| kuburan : highlights |
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| batos : the early birds catches bookings |
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| the unpaid IBF shirt model |
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| tidar : the quick warm ups |
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| sport center : 2nd mini-tournament |
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| rectorat : pak mualif as our shuttlecocks' sponsor |
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| coklat klasik : the crew guy |
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| pantai tamban : coconut is my favorite |
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| batu campus : the serve for cakes |
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| UIN campus : final meeting |
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| maxx corner : play hard or go home. |
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| UIN campus : the last gathering. |
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| tidar : one of those afternoons |
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| sport center : the fake audience ^^ |
bonus images
special effects credits to aina's special talent
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| IBF official logo is designed by me. for inquiries, please contact moksin ^^ |
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p.s
. i might update this blog for more details because memories keeps flashing and memories bring back memories yow! ☺
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UPDATE!
October 06, 2020 tuesday, i have decided to put an end to some of the remaining connection this group has. our IBF WHATSAPP GROUP.
i have conducted a survey prior to deleting it.
to my surprise, group members aren't so much of deleting it. but to me, it's about time. because “Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well.”
― Jack Kornfield. and this will all be well. as of the result,
and for the final closure. here is a short clip i've made, for ibf to remember.
