
090: this is my … birthday
079: this is my 110409

Rushing in a cab for a late appointment at the mister’s workplace.


The mister showed me around the seemingly endless area, where I said,
“They should just make travellators along the corridors”.


Off to Expo after a late lunch for a disappointing John Little sale,
where I finally got a new pair of shoes to replace those killer killing heels.



Ended the day with dinner under a streak of psychedelic stars, Murakami and Shmerpz.
072: this is my … 160309

Somehow, our planned Macs breakfasts always end up being brunch.


Off to Mustaffa Centre, for the very first time for me. Yes, weekday before 5pm is the only time I agreed to be caught there.


Back to the mister’s area for early dinner. I loved the strawberry ice blended, but I wish they forwent the whipped cream topping. I like me sprinkles, but no cream please.

Coffee shops are great for conversations, he said.

Back to mine for dessert, simply because it was too early to be home. We’ve come full circle, as always.
