Sama seperti dahulu, tiada apa-apa kejadian menarik yang berlaku...kecuali apa yang telah berlaku Sabtu lalu selepas makan tengah hari.

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ONCE UPON A TIME,

after having lunch at Bedok's Burger King, I went to a Bus Station to wait for bus 222. A foreigner (or a Singaporean-- he's a caucasian) was standing beside me and I saw him holding a black book. When I took a furtive glance at the title, I was shocked-- it read "The Book of Mormon". I felt a bit uneasy because Ching Mien always says that the Mormons write their own Bible and do not follow the true teachings of Christianity. The only thing I know about them is that hundreds of years ago the founders of the religion were chased out of Louisiana and sought refuge in Utah (where the Mormon form of Christianity is the main religion today), and that they allow polygamy.

After awhile, I saw the guy moving towards me and soon enough he asked:"Hello, how are you today?" And I said:"tired..." "It's been a rough day, huh?" "......(nodding)" "My name's (Johnson or something), what's yours?" "...(uh...uh...)" "Would you like my card?" "Um...Sorry I don't feel like talking..." "It's OK. Take care." And he then walks away towards the MRT station with a colleague, who had already successfully given his card to someone.

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