I surrender. Because I've tried and tried and tried and for so many years I've failed.
I guess Geylang and me, we are just not meant to be.
Every year, the same month, the bet with my family will be on. I'll end up talking big. Serve me right, today, I stumbled on my words.
Halfway through the bazaar under the scorching sun, my knees gave way and I passed out. In the middle of the crowd. No, I'm not embarrassed. This isn’t something I am not accustomed to.
If I don't faint in Geylang in the mid-afternoon during the fasting month, I'm not Nadz.
