will give $10 to the person who can tell me what geylang sipaku geylang means.

Headed down to Geylang Serai a few hours ago with my family after we broke fast. My brother dropped by to eat with us since Tricia's away in Bangkok (or is it Hong Kong? Weird how I always get the two mixed up).

Geylang Serai always fascinates me. You'd think being a minority race there wouldn't be a lot of us walking around, but my God. I have no idea how many Vicious Cycles I walked past (large families with young kids having young kids), underaged teenagers who should be sent to jail for smoking AND smoking in public spaces, and the usual, unpredictable flocks of Mats who leer at every walking thing they see that has breasts and legs. I was really, really fascinated. Didn't particularly fancy the smoke and stuffy air, but Geylang Serai is still an incredibly colourful place to me.

I suppose I've questioned myself what is it that I'm proud of as a Malay Singaporean. I remember telling a friend I want to leave here, but I stay only because there isn't anywhere else to go. Then I wonder why is it that I want to leave sometimes, because let's face it - I have family here, good friends, excellent food places, and a nice life. I guess the problem is I always want something more, something bigger, and when I look around I'm disappointed because this tiny island can't contain my massive thoughts.

What am I saying? Even I can't.