My Diary Game (27/01/2025) | Filling the holidays with the reality that exists
Hello everyone...
Diary entries are honest stories about ourselves, our feelings and what we've been up to. Other people don't know if you changed your job as a pool keeper to become a swimming pool VIP member for example. Without having to show your membership card! And that's fine... But a real diary doesn't need to hide facts because it's your real story and for yourself. So, why should we change our own memories? It's just to prove that you were once a live.
Of course, the state of our environment reflects on ourselves and even, in those situations people can guess our social status so we try to hide behind stories or even deliberately hitchhike behind "luxuries" that don't belong to us. Emm. I don't think you need to accommodate such an unnecessary burden...
This is not for you!! The small narrative above is just a mental intake so that I personally can walk and think freely without the pressure of nature, social environment or uncomfortable with my own lifestyle.
Look at the condition of our market in Lhokseumawe City, this is one of the largest traditional markets or shopping centers there, how could I turn this condition into an iconic modern market like "Union Square Farmer's in the United States. or, can this condition changed with the advanced camera features and 200 million pixel resolution of the Hasselblad H4D 200MS? Forget it.
Today's calendar is still a holiday for those of us who work as government employees. I quickly approached my wife and whispered "let me go to the market to do some shopping", hearing that, with a smile my wife canceled wearing her official clothes! that is, the clothes she usually wears when she goes shopping to the market.
The clock was almost 08.30 am, after a little tidy and dressed in a simple way, I gallantly walked to the Inpres market. I deliberately did not use a motorcycle for the reason of improving blood circulation and increasing the body's immunity. After all, in the last few days I had started jogging less, which I usually did on the Pusong reservoir ring road every morning on my days off.
Actually, I don't need to tell you, because almost all market conditions are inseparable from the activity and hustle and bustle of traders and buyers. But I need to write a little about this because every market more or less has unique things that need to be known apart from being a place to buy and sell daily necessities.
What is different about your local market? Traditional markets in the province of Aceh Indonesia are generally non-resident traders in urban areas, most of whom come with produce from their villages to markets in urban areas, such as the Inpres market in Lhokseumawe City.
Except for the grocer. But that's not interesting to know. Pasar Inpres began to be crowded with traders from various other regions when morning began to dawn or around 05.00 WIB. In addition to small traders carrying their produce on ontel bikes and motorbikes, a number of pick-up trucks arrive with full loads of various types of fresh vegetables and fruits, even household needs, such as brooms, sandals, buckets and hundreds of other types of kitchen needs.
At that time I wasn't there yet, I arrived at the market at around 9am, which was very late. There was very little fresh fish left except "ikan peunajoh ureung kaya" aka expensive fish which is usually bought by people who pocket a lot of IDR, yes! the price reaches 80,000 idr per kilo gram or equivalent to the amount of 24 Steem (when the price is converted). Crowding is a phenomenon that is one of the uniqueness of our market there, the area as a place (area) of fish traders has not changed since the last 10 years, narrow and shabby.
Okay! I will move on to the other side after buying some fish and vegetables according to the IDR amount in my pants pocket.
I moved a few tens of meters to buy spices and stir-fry seasoning, unfortunately I couldn't take a picture on my smartphone because my hands were already wet and the smell of raw fish was lingering. Yes! I had to protect my phone. Finished queuing to get fish stir-fry seasoning for cooking ingredients, I exit the crowded market, which is almost 80% filled with middle-aged mothers.
While some people are busy with their personal needs, others are busy with much more important activities for the benefit of the environment. These warriors are constantly trying to save a small part of the environment from pollution. They don't really think about what we think! Except sweating it out to clean up all kinds of household garbage from people who consider themselves cleaner.
They are considered unsung heroes, I don't know where that phrase comes from, but they are there as environmental saviors to make life comfortable for thousands of city residents from piles of garbage and pollution. Don't judge in terms of work and the amount they get every month, because it's not worthy of their status as environmental saviors. Ya, because their work is more noble.
I returned home carrying a medium-sized plastic bag filled with fish, vegetables and other merchandise. The distance of only 70 meters feels very far compared to when I left. But that's good because the pouring sweat indicates that my body will be a little healthier than just watering the flowers on the home terrace.
My wife's face looked relieved, she grabbed the plastic bag in my hand while throwing a unique little smile when I arrived home tired. That smile invited negative thoughts in my mind, as if she was saying "do you understand how I live in that condition almost every day?" But never mind... it's her right to judge me...! I had to go to the bathroom immediately to clean my body which was to wet with sweat.
..I don't remember how long I sleep after the dhuhur prayer, I woke up to the sound of the call to Asr prayer being made through several toa at a nearby mosque.
My beautiful daughter approached me just after I had prayed Asr. She asked, "father, are you going to have coffee at your favorite stall?", and so I asked back, "are you want to take father for a walk?". Her face smiled at the question... then I headed towards the motorcycle and started it.
...Sometimes I think; maybe the black and white colors can slightly mask this ugly phenomenon in the eyes of some of my friends who visit this post.
My daughter and I had no choice after wandering around the city for about 30 minutes, we headed to Pusong reservoir while hoping that the afternoon sun would appear behind the clouds that were increasingly black in color covering the sky. Upon arrival, I just relaxed for a while with my daughter by the reservoir. I often say that there is nothing to be proud of here except for the sight of garbage scattered around with a pungent stench.
There is almost no beautiful side to be photographed, only the cages of the fishing community, white herons and no-man's canoes there, all of which look perfect among the plastic garbage that is allowed to cover the beauty of the lake which should be the pride of Lhokseumawe city residents.
That's all my diary Thank you very much for visiting and maybe you'll read it...
salam,
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