My parents never asked me to buy groceries or run errands for them. This is because……
THEY DIDN’T TRUST ME TO *sob sob*
To do them justice, I don’t trust myself either. But ever since I came here, there are lots of things I have to convince myself to do.
One of them is going to the market. When
I never even touched raw fish or chicken or meat in my life.
I always avoid the wet section in supermarkets.
Nisa pergi pasar
The ideal place to buy wet groceries here would be Yeshwantpur because the stuff there are madly cheap. Even I who never knew the price of anything think they’re cheap, so they must be right?
The rules of going there are:
1. Don’t bother to take a bath before going – checked
2. Wear a tracksuit and t-shirt – checked
3. Don’t wear nice shoes – unchecked. I wore my white Nike shoes.
Comments received upon bumping into other Malaysian students:
“Amboi, cantiknye kasutttt.”
“Nisa, ni bukan Garuda Mall ok.”
“Kenape tak pakai slipper je?? Nanti kotor!”
People, my love for my feet is a million times more than my love for my shoes. Enof said.
Armed with my digicam, I looked more like a tourist rather than the supposed mak cik pergi pasar.
The arrangement of daun sirih caught my attention
The veggies and what-not were so fresh and pretty and cheap that even a veggie hater like me felt like buying everything. You know, “For Display Only” purposes.
Some used antic scales.
Some used electronic scales.
Kambing yang gemok. I want one!
Took a picture to delay going inside this fish lane.
The SMELL, huish. Huishhhhhh
The STATE, huishhh. Huishhhhh
Bye bye chickens
At the end of the errand, shoes were still sparklingly white 😉
Had I been living alone, I would rather order delivery everyday than going there. But hey, it was a brand new experience 🙂
P.S: Am considering of being a vegetarian already. But then, I’d probably die of starvation. So yeah, that’s not gonna work.