There were four of us - Joan aka Friend, Tricia aka Petra, Mabel aka Baby Bel. After lunch, we would sit down at the lounge and have that girl talk. It was always almost about boys...the boys in our lives. The secret crushes, the boyfriends, the cuties and the hotties. We would kinda sort out the boys that goes in and out of the elevator and spot the "B.Y". Giggles, tears, the oohs and aahs, woah and oh as we talk about batman, architect of Friend, Monster of Baby Bel and of course Petra's BF.
It's been years already since we have had those moments in that couch...in that lounge. We have separated ways to seek greener pasteurs. Friend in Dubai, Petra with Uncle Sam , Baby Bel and me stuck here. Baby Bel was the first one to leave. She pursued her commercial modeling and DJ thing. Friend followed who at first was a ground stewardess then flew farther to Dubai. Petra was the last of them. She became an events coordinator which she is good at.
Yes mankind have invented so many ways of keeping in touch but I guess nothing ever beats the old times.
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