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Tired out from all the Chinese New Year socializing we’d had to do, Alec and I decided to spend Monday just relaxing together. In hindsight, going to Little India and Mustafa Centre on a public holiday was probably not the best way to achieve relaxation and tranquility, but we had a great time.

Alec was happy because he managed to score enough cheap razor blades to last him longer than his testosterone’s actual lifespan. I was happy because I got some Nando’s sauce for $2.90, and pictures of the following wonderful products:

iBod?

At first glance you might think this box contains beauty supplies of some sort – stockings, tacky makeup or the like.

But you’d be wrong.

Not quite Granny Smiths.

I like the subtle dig at Maybelline in this next product’s packaging. Plus, of course, the total WTFOMGness of the text.

Are you colognesome tonight?

(Previous Mustafa product joy captured here.)

So after The Vagina Monologues on Saturday we headed to Little India. We wandered down the main thoroughfare and found ourselves on Desker Road, where some of our number insisted on seeing the back alley “sights”. It was quite significantly more sordid than Geylang, and was one of the rare situations where even I felt uncomfortable. After dinner we eventually ended up in the wondrous temple of consumerism that is Mustafa Centre. While staggering through the food section, I found these Indian instant noodles and bought them in a fit of endearment.

I had the Macho Masala this morning. It was pretty spicy, but I was man enough for it.