Went to work at the client's office this morning only to have the accountant exclaim, "Justina right? From Ngee Ann Banking & Finance." I almost wanted to raise my hand and shout, "Yes, that's me." But all I did was to stare. In shock. Because I felt ambushed 1st thing in the morning. And seriously, I don't recognise the girl at all. She identified herself as a junior I knew from the orientation camp where I was a student leader during my 2nd year.
Year check = 2003?!
That's 2 years as a working adult + 2 years in Varsity + 2 years in Poly ago.
2003?
That's WAS me. Bottom right.
Couldn't be anything worst than that.
Hi Eve, I know what you're thinking. Move on babe.
Oh well, that was then.
I look good now. That's all that matters.
Who doesn't have their share of ugly teen years?
I still have traces of ugliness hidden on my teeth if you can make out what I'm talking about.
The BF is complaining about my speech. I'm not speaking properly with my properly alined teeth. Can't help not knowing how to pronounce words properly after living with crooked teeth for the past 20+years. Mum suggest I go for speech therapy -_-'''
Here's a photo I just received from Eve...
I like how tired we all look.
Shows how much we aged.
As much as it's nice to look back on the fun days, it's photos like this that remind you that this person is still part of your life despite the years that passed.
These days I look forward to the weekend...
It's the only time I'll cast away all unhappiness at work and just gorge myself with all the good food.
1. Tampopo
2. Starbucks
3. IcecreamChefs
And most importantly, the company of my man.
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