Come, Hit The Balls...

Pink always bring an endearing sensation, don’t you think? Glad I had chosen this template, instead.

So last night, around 8pm, off we went to Likas for another hit-the-ball session. It was the three of us at first, boyfriend, boyfriend’s BIL and no one else but me. *giggles* I wasn’t invited actually, I forced boyfriend to take me along. Later come FIL as the coach/instructor/experienced player or whatever you name it.

Being me, I just sit at the wood bench politely, and text with my friends. See the two of them hitting the balls, exchanged skills, knowledge and whatsoever until I was being offered, ‘ko tia mo try?’ by the kind-hearted BIL. Sungguh girangnya hatiku… lalalalala….

Lucky me, I played hockey during secondary and campus. At least, for my first timer, I hit the 50meters span three times *cough* out of, estimate 10 balls. Why 10 balls only? Blame the blisters *tongue out*

*smackhead in disbelief* It’s a very stretching game, I tell you. I felt my waist twisted 90 degrees each time I hit the ball. And I did sweat, okay. That part was embarrassing. Hahaha.. I’m looking forward for another chance soon…