Date: 11 Sep 2005
Time: 0955 hrs
Place: Table no. 9, a HDB market
(both of us) A man in a polo t-shirt, hand carrying a bag, comes up to us and asks if we want our faces read and to tell us our fortunes.
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Everytime a stranger asks me for directions (or other information of that sort) I'm blogging it here. So go ahead, ask me.
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