Filed under: Life
The wet market, a place which practically does not change at all. As usual, its bustling with human activities, a morning trip to the wet market with my mother literally left me drop dead when I arrived at home. There you can see all types of people whether they are old or young. People are squeezing, rushing, shouting, chopping, a scene of just sheer madness to me. But then, take a look back, and I think that these people are really efficient and definitely energetic. Efficient? Well, instead of say ‘excuse me’, one AUNTIE just hollered at me ‘SIAM’ and that definitely got me out of her way. And who says old people are usually weak and cannot do much? They definitely work like robots at a rate which would have burned out my energy in an hour, SALUTE! These people are so efficient, I thought if they were to run a government we would prosper even more, but all together, its two different things. I don’t mind going to the wet market once in a while, just to have a look, but by the sheer noise and volume of people, going there frequently would have been a disaster.
I didn’t realise how tired I am until this morning, with my whole body aching for sleep, I get restless by just a bit of activity. Work has got to stop, but somehow the brakes just aren’t working.
