there was this intense baseball match. the batter was sweating. nervous. his performance cld determine the rest of his career. every ball matters.

the first pitch. the pitcher rears up and throws the ball. however the ball din even make it to his bat. it juz flew, dropped on the floor, and rolled to the batter's feet.

"STRIKE 1!"

the batter was like "har? how come strike me?"

the 2nd pitch. the pitcher was standing there doin nuttin. so the batter said: "oei how come dun wanna pitch to me?" then the pitcher looked around, and dropped the ball promptly on the floor.

"STRIKE 2!"

the batter was like"har??? strike me again??"

last pitch. the pitcher was standing there again doin nuttin. and suddenly...

"STRIKE 3!"

i'm outta here.

tay lide.
looking to revive a dead blog and renew dead thoughts.

if i rise on the wings of the dawn, if i settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your right hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.
psalms 139:9-10