The Geylang Curse

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.

F-u-c-k-i-n-g S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y

Cheers to my not so perfect Saturday. And my wireless broadband just got to make things worse. And yes, I had to 'loan' my sweet brat's laptop for facebook. Ok, tell me I can't live without internet already! I felt my heart ripped out when I learnt my internet couldn't work.
F*********!

Ok, so sis, you're the sweetest today. Ok, my time's up. Like I could only use this shit for 10 pathetic minutes. God, save me already.

*Hello! Hannah here! Teehee!*

And of course, this boy here. Let's just wish him a very good happy birthday! Oh yes, 19 already. Haikel Hanafi, we shared an amazing journey since we were 13. We've been through the ups and downs and even if it led to hatred, we'd still come back for one another. So that pretty explains where you stand in my life? Pretty much. Here goes, my list of thank you-s.

Thanks for being a stranger.
Thanks for the smile.
Thanks for being an amazing friend.
Thanks for all the corny and cold jokes.
Thanks for being a wonderful bestfriend.
Thanks for your friendly love and understanding though you emphasised so much that your love was a different kind of love. It didn't matter, no?
Thanks for being my boyfriend for 2 years.
Thanks for the rollercoaster ride, the tears and the laughters.
Thanks for being a jerk, an asshole, bastard, just name it.
Thanks for being my fucktard ex-boyfriend.
Thanks for the assurance that you'll always be by my side. Yes, you've proven it. 6 years and still counting.
Thanks for the unecessary fights. Please take note. You're not my boyfriend any longer.
And lastly, thanks for your never-ending and unconditional love.

I love you,, bestfriend.

Mum, I beg to differ.

Every morning at 6am, Mum would come into Hann's room and then mine to wake us up for prayer. It's been like this since Ramadhan started, like I so know what's gonna happen next. Admit it, when it comes to this, you'd just be saying, "I don't care. I wanna sleep."

I'd sigh when I hear the creaking of Hann's bedroom door. And Mum would ask that 11 year old brat, "You wanna wake up for prayer?" What a question. Then I'll hear footsteps towards my door. I'd just wish those footsteps take forever so I can have my sleep.

Mum, ask me the same thing you asked Hann. I would very much say no. Tsk.
I'm ashamed of myself. Call me a Muslim.

Bestfriends are richer than chocolates.

I hear the voices of my legs pleading just to give them a break. I wish I could. Shopping with Dee? I supposed that's so not going to happen. Dee, no matter how much torture you put me through just now, I'd never stop loving you.




And the saying goes about how opposites attract.
J keeps ranting about how small he looks despite that sapau/fat (whatever you want to call it) body he has.
And on the other end, me, who keeps ranting about how big my thighs are despite the hundreds who've been assuring me my thighs are perfectly proportional. Tsk.
Oh well, so that pretty explains.

So, how? Geylang tomorrow with Mum.

J, I won't hesitate to say, I love you.

On 090909, J and me. A new beginning.

Only you, Secret, have the ability.

Secret,

Just so you don't know, I am not yours. So, there's no need for the hourly calls, the whole day of texting just to make sure I am fine. If you forgot, I am 19. Plus, not even my boyfriend or my parents check on me every single hour. I know that you care but it annoys me when I had to silent my phone and off the vibration mode just to avoid your calls. It is really, getting on my nerves already. I hate the fact that you never stop preaching about my dressing, my lifestyle, my type of friends and the tiny harmless things that I do. I don't know how to put it to you, but in simple layman terms, "Fuck off."

Because it has come to a point where, I'd say "Fuck" when I see your name on my handphone screen.

xoxo, Nadz.