As of now, I will start writing countdown blogs regularly instead of posting on Facebook. No one is eager to read my imperfect English and learn boring stories, say I would.
I have felt uneasy catching up with commercial tags on my Facebook timeline and wanted to keep afar from the world cup football news.
While being a young boy, I loved football and several sports, even more than cycling. I nearly broke my right ankle in the game without rules. I played unlimitedly until my whole body flooded with sweat and mixed dirt.
Returning home exhausted and full of laziness, I went to bed without cleaning. The result made my body covered with scurf, and at Montfort College, my classmates called me เจ้าพญาขี้ไคล (King of scurf) or ไอ่ขี้ไคลเพอะ (Mr. Scurf)


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