Born in the wrong era? No. There is no wrong era.

yesterday we met the sports ambassadors.
we brought half the group down to a court near st. hildas to play with whoever was there.
the group comprised mike, dusty, john, darin, and dan.
darin's the tallest of the group at 2.2 m.

what's funny was that after talking to them we began imitating their accent(among ourselves of course)
and you get to see true-blue, all-american-made-in-the-u.s.a. ang mohs respond to the culture here.
what with all the high rise apartments and ez-link cards and chai beng and stuff...
darin bought a pack of strawberry flavoured yanyan while he was resting..i think it was his first time eating such a thing
...and i think he liked it

they're playing our national team AND national youth team on alternate sundays.
and i heard they wanted to visit the night safari...cool..but that also means more work for turtle...oops..
after lunch, we went off to area meeting while they went back to their place to rest i think(heard they were still experiencing jet-lag)

for dinner, i paid for dong's mushroom swiss along with mine first.
he wanted to pay me back after that, so it was settled.
we agreed that he would give me $3.50 and i would return him $10.

we broke out laughing after that.

he's looking forward to the hopeful november night cycling trip...along with the highly probable q&a session after that i reckon....
seems i can't run.
siamed last year, but turtle still remembers and he's back with a vengeance.
tell you lah.
the first to ride the racer...
growing in admiration at least.