Close encounters with the ayams
Went to the wet market today. Ya I am still trying to believe that waking up in the wee hours of the morning and go to the wet, drak and stinky place to get my weekly groceries all going to be a routine.
The least that I can say is that I am no longer confused and disorientated and I am more focus and thus tend not to over buy anymore. We were browsing at fishes today, for someone who dislike eating fish, I simply cannot figure one from the other and thus was not at all useful to potterygal who is trying to get some. At that point, something furry brushed against our legs (we are clad in bemudas). Oh my god!!!! It was live chickens. We must look silly to the rest of the people and obviously to the fishmongers. We both frozed and went “Its chicken”!!! Quite ma lu, but its chicken what more can we say. Thank god, the chickens sound “dead”, hopefully they really are dead.
The early trip totally made me exhausted. I konked out the minute I reached home.