.:. Groceries? .:.
Feeling of wet morning feet
We call it shopping, they call it marketting. That's the difference between my generation and my parents. Clean, bright and soothing music in the background, supermarkets are where we go. Dirty, noisy and smelly, the wet market is where they favour. Or so most of the teens think. being the family man, I've always followed my parents to the market (admittedly I had no choice when I first started), afterall no point letting all the muscles go to waste huh. But standing there waiting for them to buy the veges, somehow I found that this simple daily affair to some reflects how we're brought up respectively.
From the very beginning, it reflects the place of our birth, I mean literally. People from my generation can be said to be brought into this world in the clean surgical environments of high-technology equipped hospitals nowadays ( and I'm making a general statement to developed countries without any offence to those that are not). With it comes the perception of white, hygienic place where its all of standard. Our parents on the otherhand, depending on their age, could be born right there in the kampong (aka villages), not exactly clean per say. So dosen't that strike a sense of familiarity of each two?
Without a doubt, we can say that our parents huilt our generation into what it is from scratch, meaning in general, afterall Singapore ain't exactly a very old country. They seen through the changes, government and all. So its like choosing the correct the freshest veges there are that is available. They know that the vendor would have already picked out the really bad ones to throw away, but they, like how they built this country, believe more hands-on approach of doing it themselves. As for us, we are born into the system, and have lived in and trusted the system already in place. We walk into the supermarkets, grab the already nicely packaged veges, trusting the quality that comes along with the reputation of the brand name. The most we do is nick-pick to try and take the best of the best there is.
I also dare say people feel more at home in the wet markets. Its not just a place for marketting, its a place for socializing, or more in their terms, chatting. Not a surprising sight, folks can be seen talking, complete strangers, simply brought together cos they buy groceries at the same time. Somehow or rather, its a kind of feeling that we do not understand. Supermarkets are purely for convenience sake. You go in, and you come out. Its almost like fast-food, groceries style. So not surprisingly, its uncommon to hear any of such chatter in there. The most is between the cashier and you, end of story.
While the name supermarkets itself commands a sense of superiority, I beg to differ. Wet markets holds onto a beauty of its own, though sadly how many of those in my generation appreciates I don't know. As a matter of fact, I dun even noe if I will frequent such places when I am an adult, that is if there is any left for me to frequent when I am older sadly to say. But I know that for now, I like the feeling of wet morning feet :)
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