"Putus tali"

Literally translated, the above phrase means broken string. In this story, it relates to a broken racquet string.

I went to play badminton on Wednesday night after yet another trip to the nation's capital for interviews (more on interviews later - I'm close to having a job, so I'll write about it more when it's all confirmed). There were a whole bunch of us that night, and I didn't know more than half the people there. One of the guys asked M for a racquet to borrow, and M passed him one, giggling like a little boy (as he usually does). I wasn't paying much attention as I was talking to BG, but I vaguely heard a few giggles and snickers from the people around me. The next thing I knew, almost everyone had burst out laughing, and when I looked up, I saw that the guy, E(who happens to be M's brother), had tried to hit the shuttlecock, not realising that M had given him a racquet with no strings! C saw that the racquet had no strings, giggled, and fed the shuttlecock to E, who obviously puzzled at why he had completely missed the shuttlecock! The whole situation had everyone crying with laughter. For me, it was made all the more funny by the sound of M's laugh. Hilarious. I'll try to attach a sound clip of him laughing one day :)

Something else for your viewing pleasure:
I originally took a photo of this truck/ute to show my dad - it belongs to his friend's company. But then I noticed the right wheel at the back - it's not even fully on the curb!