1770 Metres above sea level

And I'm saying "Hello!" from the Himalayas. McLeod Ganj to be precise. That's twenty minutes away from Dharamsala. I'm waiting to catch my bus back to Delhi (in about 4 hours) and have decided to put this time to good use.

Up in the mountains

Its beautiful up here. I do want to upload photos, that's logistically pretty challenging.There are monks in the street. Technically, there isn't that much to see - your usual markets and nature trails, but the most enjoyable thing is actually being situated here. Its a little bit touristy, but still it remains largely untouched by any epidemical commercialization. Just Stacy ( the Taiwanese girl I've grown close to) and I. Think Swiss Alps in terms of view, minus luxury accomodation.

I'm also freezing my ass off here at night. Its however very pleasant, when the sun's rays warm up the mountainsides. If its of anyone's concern, I also busted my budget big time. And its about 2 weeks more before I get my pay again. I guess shopping at Nine West at the beginning of the month wasn't too good an idea, was it?

A little bit more on the Singaporean Guy

Speaking of the Singaporean guy I mentioned in the previous post, the last thing I would want would be to do an injustice to him. Don't get me wrong - as a person he's been nothing but graciously generous in helping out a fellow Singaporean. I thoroughly enjoyed his friendship very much. He's also been there when I needed whine time. I guess the mistake was taking it past the border of friendship, when he didn't quite feel the same way. I guess I have to rectify that mistake in order to salvage what's left of this friendship. So the last week or so, I've pretty much kept my distance, so my emotions can be kept in check. Believe me, I think you guys know this already. Aside from the you-know-who, I've recovered from romantic mishaps with surprising ease in a short period of time. Fortnight is the max. After that, I'm good with the whole platonic status again. The ones that aren't worth it, I cut out of my life. Gangrenous limbs, are hardly healthy to have.

I've been pretty good this week, I've updated a number of times.

One last point, I've got some mostly non-indian male aquaintances coming to me saying " Oh, I didn't know you preferred indian men " after stumbling across the last post. I think its almost a bit idiotic, when they keep repeatedly asking, "Why do you prefer them?" "I suppose you like dark features", and even " Do you like black men?". Sometimes I'm gritting my teeth and could barely control my fingers from typing fuck off.I hate having to repeat again and again that I character is of utmost importance and skin colour a distant second or third or fourth - I don't even rank it.One of them even equated black men with indian men.

I know making an exaggerated joke out of my slight bias for dark featured men, is bound to receive certain responses from ruffled egos. So I try to take it in my stride. However, continuous inane questions really get under my yellow skin. I was reading Chrissy's latest post, about being happy and not giving a shit about what people think. Inspired, I'm telling the rest of the annoying interrogations to go away.