We went to Little India last night. We wanted to go to Serangoon Plaza as he found a listed branch of Auto-Bacs there. It seems that that particular branch is closed now. Anyway, we managed to buy some of the accessories at the one-and-only Mustafa Centre. Speaking of which, its really a HUGE store will almost everything that you can think of under its roof for sale! From pink-coloured gel pens to car perfumes, branded watches to tiger balm oil, handphones to PDAs, carpets to branded sports wear, imported Indian rice to maggi mee....it's really "a store and more"!

We had thosai, chappatti and masala chicken at a little coffeeshop opposite Mustafa's. After which I requested for a walk down the red light district of Desker. As we walked along the dimly-lit back alley, there seemed to be an eerie silence in the air as shadows and silhouettes passed us. Men stood in front of the open doors, arms folded, checking out the lady sitting inside watching television. Some gathered at makeshift stalls selling x-rated VCDs under a small white flouroscent lamp. The ladies seemed undisturbed by the staring men. Some leaned forward with interest, fanning themselves coyly with a paper fan. Some just sat and watched television, oblivious to the roving eyes. Some looked like women, but were not.

Everytime I quickly glanced into the rooms, I would always feel a mixed feeling of wonderment, curiousity and embarrassment. Why do I feel embarrassed? I guess it's because I do not know how these women feel to see another of their species looking in at them. I was obviously not there to give them business. I was there to gain an eye-opener. How do they feel when they see me? Many times I looked into the eyes of these women and I quickly looked away. I guess I was afraid that they would not like the idea of me looking at them.

On hindsight, I think it's because I am judging them already. I think that they would be uncomfortable when I look at them. I think that I might have made them ashamed when they see me looking at them. But all these is just what I think! I am judging them. I think that's why I am embarassed.