at lunch, i gave the PRC cashier an SG50 note, and he immediately
huddled with his PRC friend, fascinating over it. turned out they're
collectors. three of us had a nice chat about it, before they returned
it to me. at dinner, the ban mian stall owned by a couple of kind PRCs
packed me a huge bowl of soup even though i dabao dry ban mian, a small
but significant act. i love the Chinese lah. they get a bad rep.
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