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How’s this for a lunch?  The Indian food here has been totally sweet, and by sweet I mean excellent, and not necessarily sweet. Although one side-dish I had yesterday of, I think pumpkin was sweet. It was sweet~!

What I’ve liked is the staff being totally unphased by tourist of the year walking in with no idea of what the normal way of ordering is. Have I mentioned that basically no-one I’ve talked to in service positions (including checkout-chicks) have had any trouble being understood in English?
Anyway, the Indian people have been totally cool, and obviously word hasn’t got out to the malay-indian community about how terribly racist australians are, because they’ve been totally nice.
Featured in the foot above was some mammoth calamari rings, and one killer-sized prawn. I don’t know what the accepted way is for tackling a prawn like that, but no-one stared when I mostered it with bare hands. Actually, the prawn was a bit mushy. Probably it was supposed to be like that, but the rest was ace. For 18.5 ringgits = 6k KRW = 6 bucks aus. = 5 and a half US.

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I was going to launch in a couple of days ago and say I wasn’t going to watch the winter olympics on principle. Principle being that it’s just a bunch of yuppie-vacation pastimes dressed up as ‘sports’. Having a go at curling is like shooting fish in a barrel though. And I have been watching it because there’s only about two tv channels in the room I’m staying in and one of them is espn honk-kong. winter olds is still rubbish though. The real sports are ones that can be done by people living in any part of the world, and that have a minimal amount of money needed for equipment, like marathon running.
Luge. What’s that all about? How is that related to anything in the real world? You know what the real story is, don’t ay? Worldwide luge is financially backed by the military industrial complex in order to advance the technologies needed to shoot men into outer-space. Human missiles to combat the impending Plutonian invasion.
And I find it amusing that it’s the world’s strongest economic and military powers who are the only ones competing in the couples figure-skating. Russia, Japan, China, USA, and Germany. IN fact, Russia poached one of Japan’s skaters.

Following are some size-minimal fotos (w/catchy captions) to assuage the abuse of bandwidths.

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_Don’t believe the rumours_

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_Mickey Maos_

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_Persian food_

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_Could hear the call to prayer common from here_

Are you gettin enough happiness? / are you gettin enough of what makes you happy?

Another thing about people from other countries n stuff is racism against Indians. I guess it’s a problem because it’s on the telly news all the time. Back when I was in grade six in highton Geelong me and sibs would play backyard cricket in the frontyard. We had this rubber ball that looked like a mini soccer ball. I could really hit that thing. And on occasion I’d hit it onto the neighbours roof and it’d get caught in their green shade cloth porch situation. They’d have to get it out for us. The neighbours were an Indian family.

In light of recent events and eager to put right my childhood transgressions I’ve been wandering around the outer burbs late at night (cause weather is nice and cool) and when I come across people who clearly look to be of Indian decent I’ve been letting them know that I am indeed and in fact _not racist_.
The local taxis, a cartel I believe, are run by Indians so after walking the streets for hours every night I get a taxi back to where I stay. I sit in the back and a while into the trip I lunge forward suddenly and say to my turban-topped friend, “hay mate! I’m not racist. Just wanted to say… not racist”.

Anyway, it’s good to be making a positive contribution in Australia again on behalf of the dominant anglo-saxon majority.