I hit the bazaars at Geylang Serai last night, for the first time in years. Usually during Ramadan I don’t visit the night markets because most people I know aren’t interested or aren’t aware of it and it isn’t as fun to dare the crowds alone.
But it was after watching Dance Reflections, and Raf was with me, so it was ok. I had a chicken doner kebab while she got the (halal) takoyaki (yes yes I know, purists would say that those aren’t as good as the ones in the shops, but it’s not like she can eat them.)
And if you haven’t noticed the irony yet: you have the chinese preferring turkish-inspired food while the ethnic malay went for japanese-style food. Go figure.
Oh and the title of this post is a reference to my urban soci prof’s lecture on the spatial-temporal differences of the neighbourhood in terms of culture.
