Love, loved goodbye.

Thank you for serving me for a year.

Thank you for being with me, through the ups and downs... the injuries.. the fall.. everything.

Thank you for bringing me my first gold medal in foreign land.

Thank you for being my first love outside Malaysia.

Thank you for the strength.

Thank you for the wonders that God shown to me through you.

Thank you.

I'm kind of sad for you. I'm sort of treasure you, although you can't perform that great.

First memory is, after all, sweetest, ever.

Rest in peace in rubbish bin.

I'm sort of miss you. Yea, I'll definitely miss you. Today, I lost you.

With you away, it means my team consists of ONE functioning member. One is under "healing" and will not be fit for battles until April. How to go Cardiff like this?

I seriously need more rackets.