the family’s going to geylang today. making reservations to break fast near my workplace and a short walk down after that would be the bazaar.
the bazaar used to be my sworn enemy since i can remember. every year i’d dread going all the way to the east to get myself and the rest of my siblings clothes. most of the time, mama will hav to nag before we’d finally agree to go and that is on condition that it’d be after we break our fast.
sometimes i wonder what is it really, that i hate bout that place.
the terrible terrible traffic. you’d be lucky if you cuold whizz through the strectch of road in 15mins. well it could be the crowd (99.99% malays from all over spore) squeezing and grinding against your ass, your boobs, your arms. then there’s people accidentally stepping on your foot which during one occasion, i got stepped on 4 times. accidental indeed.
man, woman, makcik, pakcik, minah and mat stall owners screaming and shouting at the top of their lungs ‘marketing’ their products/items/food:
“ahhh kak! mari beli dengdeng kak! dengdeng panas kak dengdeng panas!”
“beli beli beli beli beli! 3 sepuloh 3 sepuloh 3 sepuloh. murah kak murah murah murah!”
dont you think it’s like having a recorder stuck in their heads? they repeat the same words over and over again. and trust me, they will really scream in your ears and face.
this very day, i’m a bus stop away from geylang bazaar. i’ve been here for almost half a year now and i’ve been to and fro the bazaar uncountable times. indeed, nothing has changed.
and i’m beginning to think it should never change cos that’s the only time of the year, the only place in singapore you can get so much food, so many colours and truly feel the warmth of hari raya.
well of course, with so many malays.
