When you have flowers on your desk people always ask you about them. Who gave them to you? Why they gave them to you? Did anyone die? A patient asked me since I’m Asian and white is the mourning colour, did I lose anyone? Was it your birthday? It’s funny how people assume it’s some sort of occasion. I mean, they’re right but still. (Thank you, Si Nae for the flowers, theyr’e still holding strong.) Lily told me that Sprite or 7 up make your flowers last longer. Gina was throwing out one day old half drunk 7 up when I swiped it.
The Killer’s “Daddy’s Eyes” always makes me sigh.