AMK Market

I like to go to the market early in the morning.  The hive of activities of hawker preparing food, green grocers arranging their vegetables, fishmongers bring in huge boxes of seafood packed in crushed ice, dry sundry stalls moving out the shelves in the tiny space of their shops, early birds like me drinking their choice of caffeine some with breakfast of fried beehoon or fishball noodle.  The mundane sights and routines of everyday is peaceful existence.