Story behind this piece.
So its 2009 and i was 9th. I live along with my cousin family in the same roof till now ( flats ) so my cousin dad's is a former athelete of biliard/snooker back in 2000 ish till 2012 from Indonesia
It makes his flat has a billiard table. At 2009 i only watch how his dad play till couple months i try it by myself, and pretty much good at it. Proud of myself that time cause i was only 9th π
A year after, i could possibly called a good player at my age. I know every technique except the jump ball which my height caused it. And one day we had this competition with our big family, everyone play except my uncle cause for sure he will winπ
Every match happened till the final it was me and my cousin. We play 8-Ball and my cousin and i fight for it till im about the hit the last ball. it is a straight line ball, and i make a foul. The white ball and 8 going straight in to the holeπ
Move forward after that, my mom see a potential of me playing billiard. She said i probably can be an athelete like my uncle if i train hard. But sadly the pool table of my uncle is moved to somewhere so i cant practice anymore
My mom trying to always send me to some place who rent a billiard/hour. but its only last for a month till we run of budget for it. From there my dream or being an athelete was gone... I never touch any sport except playing soccer on random field with my friend.
Well its an old story, i wish i can have the urge to play again and practice to be an athelete but i dont.
At least this piece will represent and reminds me of that good/bad old memories.