Good times in Kuala Lumpur

We hit up the Batu Caves today, Bee having inauspiciously gotten her period just in time for the occasion. I wouldn't otherwise subscribe to the whole "Don't go to the temple while you're on the rag" sexist Hindu fundie bullshit, but I have a good reason this time: monkeys.

We had to trudge up 278 steps to get to the caves, and they were so many cute monkeys along the way, carrying their babies, eating bananas and coconuts, and just playing and being merry. Until we got to the very top, and this one monkey dude starting humping this monkey chick, and then she ran away, and then the monkey dude sat there looking stumped for a minute, until it lunged forward and practically pounced on Bee. Luckily, Bee had an umbrella with which to ward off the motherfucker. It was quite unrelenting and kept specifically running after her in an assaultive frenzy! Perhaps this virile, horny monkey was the manifestation of Hindu patriarchy, warning women not to enter any holy confines while ovulating. To top it off, we found out that the enormous statue in front of the caves was of Kartikeya, and Marathi women, for some reason still unbeknownst to me, are not supposed to look at that sucker.

After the caves, we enjoyed high tea at this really nice resort-type place where all the other guests were stuffy and white, and stared in horror at us as we entered for our audacity as people of color to be patrons of this colonial establishment; they couldn't relive the times to the extent they had hoped, where people of color could only exist to serve them, and where nobody would be able to talk or laugh or do anything that could seem remotely impolite, except perhaps STARE. Anyway, the tea and sandwiches and scones and other sweets were hella good.

In the evening, we checked out the mall at the bottom of the Petronas Towers and watched Date Movie. If you find inherent humor in people being fat, or having disabilities, or being black, you'll find it hilarious. SO FUCKING WITTY.

Time for pizza and Zoolander.