Had a new working experience with some new fellas today and weld road – a place where a lot of people take their barang barang there to sell on a mat under the hot hot sun on a road which ban cars from entering.

Not bad people, but nothing special happen today. We kinda had a ‘story telling’ session though, this guy were talking about lottery. Then he talk about something that happen long time ago, I think.

There was this ‘aunty’ who decided to get a SGD6 big SGD6 small for her lottery pick. But the staff at the counter made some error and it the lottery ticket come out as SGD600 for each. Obviously the aunty wouldn’t take it. So the ticket was pasted on the wall for display. Until a woman who works as a prostitute comes by and saw the piece of paper hanging there, and pay much attention to it out of curiosity. They always say never look down on people, well said. The staff behind the counter commented that she would not have the $$ to buy it, so don’t bother looking. I guess everyone has their pride, even prostitute. So she decided to make her stand, she went to the bank and draw out SGD 1200 to buy the ticket off. Unexpectedly, the ticket turns out to be the winning ticket at first price, Millions she made. She then went to a flower farm, bought every single flower there is and requested it to be sent to the lottery ticket booth at Geylang. (where she bought her ticket) Lorries of flowers were transported there on that day….

After hearing this story, it somehow sounds dangerous to me. Many stories can be an inspiration to others. But a story like that sounds like the wrong type of inspiration don’t you think? Its not meant to be, but depending on who’s ear it goes into, it might lead to a idiocy act. Just a 2 cent.

Our friend came over to my house to stay over for the night since we have to leave really early tomorrow and I have to do all the packing and hopes I leave none out. Not forgetting the food I’ll have to prepare later. Busy busy, but I still manage to take some time off to blog ^^.

Last minute, I remembered I have to hand over my working time sheet to the office tomorrow. I had to leave early morning, and none around me was free to do it for me. I have to ask me 12 years old cousin to do it. I left a note for him telling him directions and address, I hope he can find his way there. If not… haha….

Pray hard he does…

Got to go do my stuffs now.. else I won’t be able to make it… excitingly looking forward to this trip… play play play play time!!