I thought of going down to Bugis to just 'walk-walk, see-see' and i ended up splurging on these accessories.


The ubiquitous sale signs and the shop till you drop spirit was just too infectious. It crushes my willpower into smithereens and corrupts my spending morals. This is bad.

Ok Mizzy, you have to buck up. You have to save up Mizzy! Save money! Think about the wedding. The wedding. THINK ABOUT THE WEDDING MIZZAAYYYY! *feels bad now* :'(

After the shopping, i waited for my family at Royal Plaza on Scotts for a combined birthday dinner for umi and me at Cafe Vienna. And that was when i had this bimbo moment, you wouldnt believe.

I hurried into the washroom (high tide lah katakan), wondering why it was empty. But i went ahead to pee and emerged from the cubicle to wash my hands. There was a malay pakcik in a red t-shirt at the sink. Oh shit!

I was in the Gents!! Oh my bloody F#%@!!

The Malay pakcik looked at me and said in English, "Miss, this is the gents". So i replied in my best American twang, "Oh really? I am embarrased" and scurried to leave the washroom! Oh my Gawwd! My face burnt so hot, i looked like a tomato. Feeling the need to appear conspicuos just in case i bump into that red shirted pakcik again, i found a plush sofa at the lobby and sat down, hoping it would swallow me whole. And then, another outrageous thing happened.

I saw this Italian-looking man at the lobby keeping his eyes on me. Now don't you start imagining gorgeous Italian men ala Inzaghi look alike. This one's old. Say, in his late fifties? My parents were late and so i ended up waiting for close to half an hour. When i saw my dad and bro entering the lobby, i picked up my shopping bags and started to get up. I was a few steps away from my dad and bro when that old Italian pervert tapped me and asked, "Hey there, do you mind if i buy you a drink?".

And my bro and dad heard it, loud and clear! Oh F#@% again! And i turned tomato red once more. Imagine being picked up by an old man, infront of your father? Oh God, please let me die.

I wouldnt mind if he's young and rich though.

Anyway, here are the pics as evidence that we turned into insatiable pigs the moment we stepped into Cafe Vienna. Digicam, no. Handphone camera, yes. Too bad Wan just got off his shift and was too tired to join. Rugi besar!