I still owe you guys a Fan Account on the previous Wonder Girls thingy i go, sigh give me awhile alright?
When was the last time anyone of you went to the wet market in Singapore. My guess is long long time ago? It's one of my weekly itenary during the weekends and my favourite part of the day. The slippery floor, smell of raw fish and poultry, shouting and bargaining of stall tenders and customers. Absolutely the Singapore I knew and grew up in, a culture or heritage, soon to be lost.
This wet market survived a late scare by the government, as they attempt to move towards a cleaner and "better" environment and paving way towards more Supermarkets. I was one of the 300 odd residents, who put our signature to say NO to demolishing our few "real and authentic" wet market. Praise the lord for helping us too, the market is still here.
As I returned with breakfast, I saw my mum chatting with a granny, she's just waiting to pay one of the stalls for her purchase and she just lived on the block next to the market. We chat as though we're like old neighbours, bystanders might actually think that we're relatives due to be fluent dialect we conversed in.
The breathe of fresh morning air, accompanied by the stench and noise... It's an experience I'll never forget...
A cam is all i need and time is running out... these will be gone in time to come.
When was the last time anyone of you went to the wet market in Singapore. My guess is long long time ago? It's one of my weekly itenary during the weekends and my favourite part of the day. The slippery floor, smell of raw fish and poultry, shouting and bargaining of stall tenders and customers. Absolutely the Singapore I knew and grew up in, a culture or heritage, soon to be lost.
This wet market survived a late scare by the government, as they attempt to move towards a cleaner and "better" environment and paving way towards more Supermarkets. I was one of the 300 odd residents, who put our signature to say NO to demolishing our few "real and authentic" wet market. Praise the lord for helping us too, the market is still here.
As I returned with breakfast, I saw my mum chatting with a granny, she's just waiting to pay one of the stalls for her purchase and she just lived on the block next to the market. We chat as though we're like old neighbours, bystanders might actually think that we're relatives due to be fluent dialect we conversed in.
The breathe of fresh morning air, accompanied by the stench and noise... It's an experience I'll never forget...
A cam is all i need and time is running out... these will be gone in time to come.
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