Had a great weekend. Plenty of gin and tonics, a birthday on Friday, took it easy, got lots of loose strings tied up, watched a movie, read the Sin City comics, chilled out, went to the park twice with Zen and Naoko, ate out, had some beer, had some satay, went swimming.
Found out that my old high school buddy cialis how much has his own Wikipedia entry!
Keep having these strange conversations with cashiers in Singapore. Like when I am in a shop, and I’m only buying one or two items, and I have a backpack or other kind of bag with me, I usually don’t want a plastic bag, so I’ll say so. And the conversation will go something like this:
Peter: Oh, actually… I don’t need a bag.
Cashier: You don’t need a bag? (looks at me incredulously – uncertain of herself, she reaches for a platic bag)
Peter: No, I don’t need a bag.
Cashier: You don’t need a bag? (still not sure what to do)
Peter: That’s right, I don’t need a bag.
Cashier: You really don’t need a bag? (she’s starting to get the picture)
Peter: Yes, I really don’t need a bag. I really don’t need a bag.
Cashier: Oh, you don’t need a bag. (we carry on with the transaction, but I’m willing to bet she’ll probably go home and tell someone about the strange encounter she had with a foreigner that day)