It is just another usual day at work, and I was out overseeing a shoot.

I liked the styling and the art direction, and of course, the company was good as I met some of the old pals from my old company.

Everything went on pretty well and extended a little as they had wanted to shoot more of the products.

The models were HOT man.

And it just makes us seething with envy that we can’t be like them.

And I love the wardrobe lah! Though it looks very sala on me, and the Minnie ears are just too cute!

I just thought they are so pretty!

And I want one of those too!

Had lunch with the guys before heading back to hole up in the office for the rest of the day.

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The weekend was interesting.

Played mahjong on Friday though I was in a total anti-world mode.

Spent Saturday and Sunday(and pretty much of Monday) reading, before I finally finished the Pact.

I brought baby out on both days, heading to the neighbourhood mall, and also to the playground.

It was a weekend well-spent.

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Had lunch at Sentosa again on Friday(buffet!), and the place is really nice!

Totally random, Minibean was absolutely lovely over the weekend

And totally random.. I think I have to go make sure I have no stray forum postings elsewhere that will expose not only my fake nose, my fake heritage, and of course, my fake innocence after sleeping with record company bosses. Muahahahaha.

You know ah, next time if I do get married(not that I believe in those marriage bull anymore), I sure will engage these people as my PIs.

With men’s stupidity, they might just be as silly and rat themselves out, just -snaps fingers- like that.

(I still don’t like my wordpress very much)

I realised I haven’t quite gotten down to journaling my trip (or rather, journey of a lifetime) to Moscow.

And then, I think of how I have prisoned myself in my own world that I have not seen, nor experience much in recent years.

I decided I don’t want to let go of the memories, nor do I want them to slip away into oblivion.

Memories are like a burst of colours, most vivid when they are freshest, and somewhat, they fade, and the bad ones, stain.

So. This new category, shall be of things I see, I feel, when I am not in my own world.

And perhaps, it will piece together the snippets of Moscow, which so deservingly, let themselves known here.