date: 11.27.2011
time: 11:48 PM
On the way home yesterday, I recognize a group of 4 in the train. The moment I entered the cabin, they noticed me. They were looking at one another, nodding their heads, and then I heard their comments:
"i love her style"
"i love her hair."
"i love her makeup."
"wow, she's pretty."
As I've guessed, they don't recognize me at all. Not even a single bit. They were the reasons why my primary school years was nothing but a nightmare. What they probably would never have guessed is that that girl back then, the one whom they despised, whom they called ugly, turned out to be someone they would approve of a few years later.
The irony of it all.
and thus reminds me, my appearance seem to always change. Another few years down, I'd probably look different from now.
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