How can we claim to be Singaporeans when we haven't tried everything in Singapore? How can we be called locals when we feel so foreign in our country? That's exactly what I felt today. I went to Little India with Candice and felt as if I have stepped into another country. A mix in between Malaysia and India? That's what it felt like to us. Anyway, today is a weekday, so the place wasn't very crowded. Therefore, no "aromatherapy", ok? They do have the real thing though, aromatherapy spa, eyebrow threading, etc... Both of us were quite tempted to go up for a eyebrow threading session, but were worried about the pricing. So we did not risk it. (Imagine halfthreaded eyebrows if we refused to pay) Had authentic indian cuisine. People around us ate with their hands, but we requested for cutlery :p As expected we were the only Chinese eating in the restaurant. Food was really cheap!! Both of us only spent $11.10 on food. The waiter even asked if I wanted more rice, when I finished the mountain of rice served... ...
We went walking around and finally found Mustafa's Centre at the heart of Little India. Anyway, it makes me feel claustrophobic. The whole building is packed to the brim and they sell everything in bulk! 6 sticks of lipstick, 6 cans of deodorant at unbelievably low prices. Seems catered for the Indians who buy everything back to India. We didn't buy anything anyway. Strangest fact is the supermarket is on the top floor, above 2 levels of expensive jewellery. I mean hello? You look up to see the supermarket, while you are shopping for jewellery in a place that looks like Tiffany? Strange. The whole place is just disorganized.
Mountain of Rice.
We went walking around and finally found Mustafa's Centre at the heart of Little India. Anyway, it makes me feel claustrophobic. The whole building is packed to the brim and they sell everything in bulk! 6 sticks of lipstick, 6 cans of deodorant at unbelievably low prices. Seems catered for the Indians who buy everything back to India. We didn't buy anything anyway. Strangest fact is the supermarket is on the top floor, above 2 levels of expensive jewellery. I mean hello? You look up to see the supermarket, while you are shopping for jewellery in a place that looks like Tiffany? Strange. The whole place is just disorganized.
We just kept getting lost. In Little India, the cars move pretty hapharzardly too. So, yup I did get my taste of India. I was quite sad that the fly fell into the mango lassi we were drinking. Stupid fly. None of us dared to touch the mango lassi after it fell in. Yucks.
Candice n Colonial House
I wanted to take more pics.. But, I was afraid of fierce shopkeepers shouting at me. It happened to before. Believe me. Little India rocks!
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