Forgotten were the days when I lugged my ball up and down the bus,
the looks on pple's faces when I blocked the way with tt heavy bag
And also the unlucky momments when I didn't manage to get the bag swiftly up the train/bus.
I've been badly spoilt by my teammates ever since I came to NUS. And this journey made me remembered how I had treaded down the previous journeys with my 2 ball bag. I don't know where did I get so much energy back in those days. From how i dragged this journey, I've also realised that I've lost something that I had back then.
Something that gave me all that energy and willpower.
But it is not destined to return to bowling anymore. Maybe elsewhere.
