I love India,

28/02/09 -- 01/03/09

Xin and I went to watch Slumdog Millionaire on the 28th. Oh my god.
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I LOVE THAT GOD DAMN MOVIE!

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I really liked the way it reveals all the "blind spots" of India.

I also love the idea that it portrays India in another angle, an angle different from what we see from those "Incredible India" kind of commercials. We get to look at things through the eyes of a "slumdog".

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Take Taj Mahal for example. It is still as pretty in the commercial as in the movie, but it was not all about some bigtime emperor who loves his wife, instead the movie has shown a more "local" point of view than a "tourist" point of view.

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LOoOVE IT .

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AFTER SLUMDOG,

OFF TO MUSTAFA.

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Xin and I were very "indian" that day. I love it.

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We alighted at Little India, than realised it was the wrong stop. So some MRT people, who is COINCIDENTALLY an indian, void our deduction. YAY! There ARE indeed nice indians!

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NOT YOU DHINEESH. NEITHER DOES IT APPLY TO YOU, SAKTHIES .

I still wanna stab the both of you.

And your mothers.

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BALA BALA HOM!
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Dear perverts who like to harass me on the train:

I will turn your dicks into virginas if you try to hold my hand again.
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Oh. Forget to mention. It was a really small world. I met Jeremy and his girlfriend outside Mustafa. And they recommend us to eat the prata opposite.

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Xin couldn't decide whether to eat some maggi goreng or whatever.

WHEN EVERYONE AROUND US WERE EATING PRATAS!

OEI! HELLO?!!

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I always thought Indians are known for their virility.
Didn't expect them to be needing this too.

But still, there are black sheeps everywhere.

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Well. At least they do guarantee some satisfaction.

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HORNY goat weeds.

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Gosh.

Kinky.
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Of course . I have my own fantasy too.
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Xin and I were totally lost in our own worlds. We were enjoying every moment in Mustafa. I swear that would be our next favourite hang out. We shopped for like 4 hours and cabbed home at 3 plus I guess. It's like a HUGE treasure chest.
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Patience is really all what it takes.. If I am in a gleeful mood, I may consider posting pictures of treasure I found at Mustafa.
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(Btw, right now, my stupid neighbour, the indian kid, is kicking soccer outside my house AND AGAINST MY DOOR again. FUCK. I really wanna love indians, cause I think indians can be really nice and sweet.... SO he and his brother better stop it before I barge out and WRING YOUR TINY BROWN NECKS OFF YOUR TINY BROWN BODIES.)

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BYE.
(Don't you think this color is like fucking gross)

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