I just got home. I cut my hair a couple of days ago, though it's not to it's usual shortness.. as I just told the barber, short and neat.. you must be wondering what I usually tell the barber.. anyway..

We were out looking for a Polaroid Camera.. (well actually only zb was) It was late, wee late.. and we found ourselves in the wonderful magnificent Mustafa shopping center - the place which has anything and everything you need!

I've been to Mustafa, but never this late.. it was just after midnight, and a whole different atmosphere.. It was still pretty busy despite the time which gave it a sort of feeling like time had stopped in there. There was also a half fun half erie sort of aura about the place. like a fun-house of doom.

the kind of place where the sadistic mastermind traps unknowing shoppers in for days without them realizing of the time past. There were no windows, no night or day inside.. the radio kept playing over and over the same songs.. or at least they all sounded the same to me.. and of course.. the endless messes of anything and everything.. which weren't arranged in any particular order, making you go in circles without realizing much.

sure, one might think it's good fun exploring the many levels for rare or interesting products, but thats where it's so scary.. it's fun.. and once you get trapped inside without a sense of time with an ambience made to wipe your mind..  it's like arcade's mad fun-house! how fun.

I think I still can smell the sent of the place.