I should be hanged.

I was scared shitless looking at the price of the gold rings my brother bought for his wedding. The shit actually came out from mouth when I definitely know that as the ring size goes larger, the price hikes. For a person who has problems buying standard finger ring, this would mean economic downfall.


Maybe I should move to Sierra Leone and try to dig out a few blood diamonds for myself.


On the way back from all that usual eye candy outings, we passed by Batu Caves. The scenario was what it was several years ago.


I spent most of my schooling days in Sentul, and Thaipusam is one joyous festival. You plan out with a couple of friends and venture out there to witness the exotic night. It helps a lot also that I could walk to Batu Caves where I used to stay.


The trance of the devotees was the most excited moments to watch. I always loved spiritual stuff, even as a kid. You can only believe the magic as you stand there watching as the needles and hook pierced through body like hot steel through butter. No camera trick. No angle illusion. Raw steel going through flesh. And as far as I concerned no one dare to critisize that. You know how evangelic some people may be. Always trying to belittle what other religion does.


But as we passed through, I made one racial joke to my brother as I watched the stalls crawling all through the sidewalks.


"You know what. Next year we could open up a stall and we could make big bucks out of it."


"What fucking stall would you think fucking sell here besides drinks?


"I will open up a stall, selling slippers and shoes. There would be a sign. It will say stolen shoes and slippers for sale."


"Motherfucker."


Well don't get emotional. Everyone makes a little joke once a while.