寻潘之根(四)

Day three, we woke tired, 11 am or so. Xiao Ping, brought us to walk around the vicinity and took a bus to the heart of the XiaMen. In comparison, Malaysia’s police are damn lazy, you can only see their shadows during Ramadhan month or some festive holidays. They want money but do not want […]

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Not Dodged, Embraced.

After three classes back to back and a plate of mamak fried rice, here I was with Desmond arriving at a futsal court in PJ. My mind was fuzzy, wearied in many ways, I was not in the mood of having any sports. But, it was with my colleagues, it could be made as an […]

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