Hi there, the platform uncle.

Today was a fine day. Yeap, it was. But as usual hot. Then again, it's Singapore.

Okie, that's not the point.

So let's get to the point.

Was just sitting right there at the platform waiting for the train to come when this Uncle sat right there beside me and started talking to me. About my education. About my life. About me.
I don't why, and I don't want to call him crazy or nuts, but maybe he's just erm...friendly. Too friendly in fact.
I should have walked away, but decided against that. The train was coming soon anyway so maybe we'll just chat till then. Basically the conversation was about me so yea, from my age to my school to my bachelorhood. Not that they are things worth hiding so no harm telling him, he went on to guess that I was waiting for my girlfriend, or at the very least a female friend, and as a matter of fact, I was NOT waiting for any homosapien of the opposite sex. Sorry uncle, good guess but...

And oh, somehow I get this alot. Like many mates out there, he actually thought that I was a Malay. So much so that he confessed later that he was contemplating speaking to me in Malay. Not that there is anything bad in that, but, I don't know why people think so. I'll just keep it at that. Besides, I like the element of surprise. Oh yea boy.

The mats say I don't look like one of them and the chinese say I don't look chinese either. Okie, so I'm confused. But no matter. That's that. We'll just leave it.

Ben

"Hey guys look! That Malay can speak mandarin damn well can!!~ "
- A certain football-playing Chinese at Telok Blangah

And I swear it's freaking true! I just love this exclamation. Simply classic.