The transit market and food center is located at the back and I had some time to walk around it today before sitting down for lunch.
The soy bean seller tucked away in a rather dark and humid transit market having her lunch. It was past 1 pm and almost closing time for this lady. Next to the wet market is the temporary hawker center and here's my favorite rojak stall.
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I grew up eating this rojak man's rojak as my mom thought in a school at the other end of Balestier Road.Life is what you make of it. Thinking brings us to the foot of the mountain; faith brings us to the top.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Whampoa Road
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Thanks for the compliment.
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