My dear pal down under send me a wassap message attaching our secondary 1/2 photo. She told me that my "hiding" skill started at a tender age - I agree. Even at age 13/14, I knew that I had to be be hidden by something so that I will NOT showcase too much of myself.
Boy, was I chubby. Happy chubby. I remembered myself as a happy child/person. All the photographs are evidences. My pal told me that she has lots of photos of me laughing like a mad person - I am glad she spared me the agony and did not send me those photos over - I will unfriend her on FB if she tags me!!!!! :P
Then, after all the LOL-ing.... I showed Maoster my photo and asked if he could identify me. And swiftly and certainly, he said," of cos mummy! That's easy. There you are! "
So, there was NO story of the ugly duckling. The pig remained as the pig. The end. This is when you stab me.
Priceless. One never learns from the past.
Boy, was I chubby. Happy chubby. I remembered myself as a happy child/person. All the photographs are evidences. My pal told me that she has lots of photos of me laughing like a mad person - I am glad she spared me the agony and did not send me those photos over - I will unfriend her on FB if she tags me!!!!! :P
Then, after all the LOL-ing.... I showed Maoster my photo and asked if he could identify me. And swiftly and certainly, he said," of cos mummy! That's easy. There you are! "
So, there was NO story of the ugly duckling. The pig remained as the pig. The end. This is when you stab me.
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