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Days 22

I am finally home and am early! It's all thanks to God. He probably planned it in advance. Well, thanks as well to my office mate Niel, who happened to live in Almar. So with all of this, a big thank you!

Which gives me time to write for the day since I'm not as exhausted as I would be. Today we went bowling. It's not the typical competition bowling where I had to do my best and be nervous all the time, it's the relaxed version of bowling, where no one really cares about your score and you eat tons of food. The only score you'ld care about is your own, and I have actually done pretty well when I'lm not nervous. Only that, I can't help but remember the good bowling memories when we were in a tournament and everyone has to do their best. I've seen so good techniques that I feel like no one in my team can actually compare to our usual players back then. A strike for them is usual, most of the time, they strike or spare. It's not unheard of to get double or triple strikes. Our team captain even once, in our very crucial game, had to score four consecutive strikes for him to seal our victory. It was very fun, and I learned a lot. During that tournament we won second place.

The atmosphere back then was far from what was in our group right now. But then, as we were about to leave, I saw a group of bowlers waiting for us to end because there apparently would be a tournament taking place. I smiled and thought that was me back then, in the crowd of people carrying their own bowling balls and shoes, having those arm equipments I was there participating in that tournament, nervous and anxious for the win. Both sides of the story seems fun to me. Now that I think about it, I miss them.

Not only that, I miss my friends, who apparently went last weekend to the beach without me, through no fault of their own. I just had the tendency to ignore them as the risk of bullying is so big. But then, times like this, I forget those fears of mine and think of inviting them, calling them and ask them if they can go bowling with me. It may not even be today. It could be in my birthday, who knows. And maybe it wouldnt be limited to bowling. Ice skating is good as well. All I know is, back then, it was fun.

And I am happy for having memories of having fun like that.

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