I miss my good old days, where I always have a ball to hit with all my strength whenever something goes wrong, and all the bad stress goes away with the ball. How fascinating life can be with a ball and a bat, its mind blowing that the only thing you think of is to hit a ball, and your hand automatically moved even in sleep. That is my passion.
Its been almost a year I stopped playing, I miss this sport badly. I’ve made countless memories and its priceless.
no one knows the last game would ends this way
and unexpectedly his tears
Can’t wait to set foot in penang again!
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