First off, it’s a marketplace, duh. But it’s more than just a place to buy and sell. It’s like, a digital pasar malam, but without the sweaty crowds and questionable food hygiene (mostly). You can find pretty much anything on there. I saw someone selling a half-eaten bag of chips once. Seriously.
They’ve got the “Carousell Certified” thing now, which is supposed to make buying phones, bags, and cars a bit less sketchy. Like, you get a warranty and a money-back guarantee. Which is good, ’cause let’s be real, some of the deals on there are *way* too good to be true. Gotta be careful, lah! I mean, I’ve heard horror stories about people buying “authentic” luxury bags that turned out to be made of, like, cardboard or something. (Okay, maybe not cardboard, but you get the idea).
Then there’s the whole “get a free quote in minutes” thing for selling your old phone. That’s actually pretty convenient. You can see what your device is worth, and maybe even trade it in for a new one. I did that once, and it was surprisingly painless. Although, I did feel a little ripped off when I saw the guy reselling my old phone for double what he gave me. But hey, that’s business, right? *shrugs*
And the luxury watches! Oh my god. I spend way too much time browsing the luxury watch section, even though I can’t afford any of them. It’s like window shopping, but online and with a much higher chance of accidentally clicking “buy.” Seriously, Carousell, stop tempting me! It’s not good for my bank account.
One thing that’s a bit all over the place is the categories. You can be scrolling through plants and seeds, and then suddenly BAM! There’s a listing for a silver flower tissue box. Like, what? Is there a connection I’m missing? Maybe it’s a feng shui thing, I dunno. And the furniture section is a goldmine. You can find some seriously cool vintage stuff, if you’re willing to sift through the mountains of IKEA cast-offs.
Oh, and the tickets! Yeah, buying and selling tickets is a whole other level of chaotic. Especially for concerts. It’s like a feeding frenzy. Everyone’s scrambling to get the best seats, and the prices are insane. I saw someone trying to sell a CAT 2 SEVENTEEN ticket for, like, a million dollars. Okay, maybe not a million, but it felt like it. Good luck with that, buddy.
