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hee haw
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just when i thought people were beginning to realise the absurdity of pick-lines , i encountered the mother of all inane pick-up lines yesterday while at work.

customer : do you have chinese blood in you ?

me : err , yeah

customer * mulls for a while* : no wonder , you look chinese. so whats your name ?

now this wouldn't have sounded so ridiculous if he were a foreigner since its really hard to differentiate between the nationality of yellow-skinned races. but hot damn , he is definitely as local as tiger beer and chicken rice. and yes obviously i LOOK like a chinese.

mark finally came home after a month long hiatus , only to inform me that he'll be leaving for the UK next week, and this time it'll be for a fortnight. after which he'll be back for a week before flying off to denmark again for another fortnight.

today i watched him sleep, curled up like an infant. the wrinkles on his weathered face a telling sign of his age.