Malufied

Last night, dinner was at Old Town Cafe, USJ Taipan... How did I chow down a bowl of prawn noodle when I was half asleep, I have totally NO recollection of it! How did I get so sleepy so early, NO recollection either! So, here's how a somnambulist in search of dinner looked like:


Transparent toothpicks yanked my eyelids open...


How did my prawn noodle taste? Usual, I guess... NO recollection, too! Did I enjoy the meal? I did, I guess.... NO recollection either!

Just before I lifted my b*tt to head home, something woke me up, almost like a bucket of icy-cold water being splashed onto my face... What was it?

Scroll down to see... (It was so embarassing, and beyond ANY explicable logic!)


















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With some skills I picked up from watching Wahdi's downloads of Tyra Banks' Next American Top Model, I gracefully strode out of the cafe, stealing cheeky peeks at the mismatched pair of whatever-you-call-them, as if I had put them on on purpose! Wahdi was what... ten steps ahead of me? More malufied than me!

Beware of the somnambulist male model... Coming to a fashion runway near you! Ha!