literally I mean.
got my new pair of boots,
hoping to have a game or two with some dudes at a playground nearby to the gf's house.
no dudes, but a bunch of kids. yea I mean real kids.
'tambi, I wan to join can ah?'
a boy who was kind enough, asked me to join "their Chinese team", against the "Indians".
I bet he still goes to primary school.
not denying the truth that, I played with almost all Chinese since I started playing 'seriously', but some Indians, Malays and Singh joined once a while.
and you know what, there was once (like 2 weeks ago?) I was in town with mum, buying some kuih for teatime, finished buying and when we were about to cross the road, there came across a man on his motorbike with his mask on, waving to me. who the hell I would know you are with the mask on-lah.
He parked his vehicle aside, took off both his helmet and mask. guess wat, that's the Singh who carries his '4-month-old baby' inside his tummy, never does any running about, speaks fluent Hokkien (than me), scolds vulgar words on and off, who was a regular member of our neighbourhood weekend football.
He greeted me, so did I. He asked whether I'm in college, of course in Hokkien.
I was just way too happy to the fact that he actually do still remember me, mind didn't even bother to answer the question and I simply nodded him off with a glance of smile, really big smile (yes, you can imagine me in tat).
told mum who was him, mum didn't look that impressive though. haha.
*back to the main thing*
and we NEVER EVER like team up according to RACES like those kids did.
nah, i'm not