It has been 2 months.

And yet, I can go onto the wrong bus before the unfamiliar landscape made me let out a loud “woooops”.

I was carrying a big auntie-ish plastic bag, and had shunned the idea of taking a cab (those bloodsuckers!) no matter how tempting it was a choice.

When I noticed how I was totally lost, I did the simplest thing I could think of - lift my arm up perpendicular to the ground and hopped on.

And as usual a scrooge like me didn’t like what I had to pay at the end of it.

Meanwhile, more to blog. Brought Minibean out shopping and it has been an indulgent weekend for us. She charmed almost everyone, and maxed out poor Mummy here.

And I highly suspect she is going to be super high maintanence. It was super evident when she strolled into Cortina Watch, swaggered her way into Polo Ralph, and how she woke up from her 1 and half hour nap just when we stepped into LV.

The clincher has to be how she refused to walk when I held her hand when we were outside Prada. She wriggled her hand out of mine, and then squatted down on the floor, refusing to move.

I was puzzled why until she walked towards Prada’s entrance, and tried to push the heavy glass door open to make her way into the shop.

Nice try, baby.

And she shops and she shops and she shops. I think she knows when is Mummy’s payday you know.

Payday is always dangerous, isn’t it?

And I have to eat less. Food expenses are obscenely high and it’s not even funny.