Why is it every time I play
volleyball it gives people a bolt from the blue? I don’t get it. As if one
should spike or toss or block or stop a durian playing such sport–it’s just a
game that this seemingly short or weak person knows how too.
From a hobby into obsession,
my life had evolved within this sport like a freak–once–for a long time–just eleven
years to count. Sure enough you were told not to judge the book by its cover. What
you see is what you get, is not always true to every circumstance.
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