i just got back from little india. i know what you're thinking; that i'm nuts to even think of going there on the eve of deepavali and yea i admit it was a little stupid.

the bloody place was so infested with people that it seemed almost natural for them to be on the roads rather than the cars (and, mind you, they validated that statement effortlessly). it normally is already a freakyv enough experience to cross serangoon road on a normal day at little india but man, this was just a whole new level. cars (and double deckers) were just barely missing you. i pity the drivers. bloody people just walk and not care that they're in the middle of the road meant for vehicles. its like freaking india. i mean c'mon, show some consideration. and even if you dont have that, how about fear?

and you know how much i hate crowds (especially those compulsive bitches who just love staring at you so much that you wonder what they usually look at to find you go gosh darn attractive) that just seem to go on and on and on with not a single sign of dying down. and the HEAT. did i mention the heat? i started dripping perspiration the moment i stepped out of the scantuary that is the mrt station.

but i did see one thing that made the experience interesting. a bunch of foreigners were all dressed up for halloween and were walking down the streets of little india (i think they're lost. i mean, seriously, c'mon. halloween celebrations at tekka?). it was hilarious. the guys came dressed as gals and the gals as guys. (they basically swapped sexes). the guys were brilliant. they strutted, sashay-ed, teased, flirted... they put on one heck of a show, i can tell ya that. it was hilarious. good sports that made it fun. (this may sound a tad racist but the whites do know how to have a good time).

no prize for guessing what i'd rather've be doing then.