This evening I had performed my inaugural visit to the center of my ethnic pride, Geylang Serai. One step into the place and I just couldn't wait to get out. It was a long 4 hours and only 3 words had been implanted into my head: "Satay Goreng Mentah" A direct English translation is of course: 'Raw Fried Satay'. If you didn't notice the oxymoron there...well, that is just sad. But only in a culture, coincidentally mine, can the three words make any sense.
If you've never been to Geylang Serai Bazaar, I can't promise you a time of your life, but however I can vouch for a cultural experience like no other. Besides the endless stalls that sell much less the same range of goods, you can notice the spirit of Malayness that is rarely seen in today's........oh, fuck this is bull!
Go in, buy your stuff and get out people! This is not a park to stop and smell the plastic flowers. Don't ask for donations while you have a full head of awfully dyed blonde hair. And what is with the thick makeup on the young ladies? Maybe you'd wanna grow up a bit first before launching yourselves into infinite minahood. Lastly, its a small country/island ladies and gentlemen. And even a smaller population of ethnic malays. You are bound to meet people you know. Don't act so surprised, really. Meet a fellow Singaporean malay you've not met for years in Venice, then act all surprised. Go ahead. You should.

Why do stupid people lie? I mean they can't lie for shit, but they just keep on lying to your face so much so that it's become predictable. As in, don't lie to your fucking family! What's the benefit in fooling your family? And then there's lying to people who's trying to help you. I mean genuinely trying to help you. Or if they find mutual benefit in helping you. Can't you fucking think for a second before you blurt out the next excuse that comes out of your fucking head. And then there's those who have used a lie for so long that they have actually grown to believe their own horse-shit. For goodness sake, wake the fuck up!
I know. Its that time of year again. Fuck damn. I should be happy shouldn't I?
No, I'm not being emotional.
No, I'm not going deranged.
I'm sane. Perfectly sane.
Don't ask.

A cure, a salvation from the pain of loneliness. Or do i merely take it over as my own? Standing alone as i greet the coming night, embracing the last remaining light, I realize that wisdom is not a gift but a curse. Do not be tricked by its seductive ploys, for it will only stand to kill the 'fortunate' from within. Cretinous fools we are. Amused how our fists clenched create the shape of our beating hearts, the one thing that never truly forgets.
I can only hope that someday, someone finds me...