I therefore bet you do not wish to read anymore of anything related to this overly commercialised, horrifyingly money-sucking, notoriously hard-to-please-girlfriends February the 14th.
So I will write about say, my second home for almost my whole life instead.
Penang Sports Club.
But it's not my second home no more.
Not being able to go to Penang Sports Club anymore is one of the most heart-wrenching evenst of my life, damn it.
I loved that place.
I spent so much time in the club the moment my father became a member up to the very last day I was allowed in (21 years old, that is).
The gym.
The swimming pool, GAWD it was like, MY SWIMMING POOL.
The billiards room.
The playground.
The bathrooms.
The badminton court.
The squash court.
The football field.
The tennis courts.
The restaurants.
The reception area.
The Friday nights live-band.
The many trips to Bangkok, Malacca and Singapore with my father's friends from the Badminton Section.
The library where I studied there everyday enroute to my SPM.
Memories. Very fond ones. Were made.
I will, one day, buy myself a membership in this club.
One day when I shall earn my own money.
Wait for me!
1 comment:
hello dear..i did club too. until i turn 21 and my membership became invalid. booohuuuu... ;P
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