Last Saturday I went to Pasar Malam. My plan was to buy broccoli,carrots and squids coz I planned to make seafood spaghetti the next afternoon. I chose the veggies, paid the money and when I reached my house I discovered these foreign items in my plastic bags. WTH?



Ginger and chillies. Really? I blamed the not so bright stall, the man who handed in this plastic bag to me (instead of my veggies) and myself for being careless by not checking the content first. It never happen before so that's why I never bother to check. I wonder what happened to my broccoli and carrots?

Not only I went to Pasar Malam and got something else that I didn't want, I also suffered from minor injury but it still hurt (my feet are super sensitive so shut up). Stupid people who threw their skewers (u know the one used for selling nuggets,meatballs, satay etc) around should be poked with the said skewers right into their eyes. I refuse to accept the statement that "I am an accident prone" because if these moron did not leave any skewers around then I was not going to have this injury in the first place.


I was in this pair of slippers and the damned skewer poked and kind of stuck to my foot for a while. I was cussing along the way and hoped that the moron got ram by a bike or something. This shows people's attitude of having allergy in using dustbin. My mom made me brought along my rubbish (read tissues, food/candy wrappers, etc) in my pockets or bag so that I can dispose them when I found rubbish bin. Don't litter. It's bad for our environment and other people's safety.


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