

A mere ten minutes walk from my mother's house leads me to my alma mater. For the first time I showed Aidil the school that I attended during my secondary years. My most enjoyable time is not in the classroom but on the field where cricket was played by only a handful of us and it was not as glamourous as basketball, badminton or volleyball. I vividly remember that the most hilarious time is when my old buddy Mussadikh Meah tricked Amin Carrim into believing that breathing correctly is vital in cricket. With a special apparatus Amin covered his mouth to breath in very deeply which actually turned out to be the 'ball guard'. We all laughed our heads off.

Howzat! What a view it was from this very same cricket pitch.
- FORTIS ATQUE FIDELIS -