face off

so im finally back to work. 3rd day to be exact. tons of things had happened. with adam and stuff. and with the management. and how bad business has been. rather annoying. they're killing standards, really.

anyhoo.

i was at work, and this guy who came up to get some food looks me in the eye and goes,"gloria?" and im like..uh. yeah! who are you? and he goes, "i'm tim!" and im like,"right, tim who?" (i almost rattled on - tim stole the cookie from the cookie pot, haha, but thats besides the point) and he went,"tim, as in, selwyns martial arts mate!" and i thought really hard and finally figured out who he was. it was crazy! i was like,"that was more than 2 years ago! and ive only met you once, or twice. how could you possibly remember??" and he went,"its your face. hard to forget."
right. im taking it as if its a good thing. i sure do hope so. more of the, ooh, coz ure pretty and unique, thats why i remember you. and not because gloria, ure freaking ugly. you've etched a mark eternally in my memory forever. lets pray hard. haha.

so there. tim, timothy from martial arts. tim, whos also from SIM apparently. hmm. interesting. yay for a new lunch buddy. haha. sweet.

and then, it happened again. sharon tan walked into the shop and i looked at her funny. i mean, i knew exactly who she was, i was hoping she wouldnt recognise me! i was, afterall, probably the worst lit student in her class ever. the person whom, in sec2, carelessly answered the wrong question during finals, completely leaving an entire other section out. and, the killer one who debated relentlessly saying that mr. higgins, the dude from pygmallion, i think, was mrs. higgins husband, not son. haha. how adamant i was even though i was obviously wrong. needless to say, ive never got down to reading my lit text in sec2. anyway, as i was busy trying to hide my face behind the baguette i was holding, she went,"gloria!" and im like,"oh shit. uh..HEY ms tan!" shes still one of the nicest teachers ever. a pretty one too. and she started asking how i was and stuff and where i am right now and all. and i was like" how could you possibly remember me instantaneously after 8 long years?" and she went,"it was easy. (there it was again..) its your face dearie. i wont forget".

like oh shit. what on earth is happening. whats wrong with my face? do i have like a giant gloria printed on my forehead that im unaware of? maybe my eyeballs scream out gloria. who knows. haha.

and so when i thought we're pretty much done for the day. this lady comes up to me and asks me,"are you dr. rev. francis ngoi's daughter?" and i went,"yeah! how did you know?" i wasnt surprised. im used that. so that was ok, but went she went"oh, i recognise your face. you look like your dad. your dad did so much for my family, its impossible to forget."

right. i doubt id ever fully understand. what a queer day it is. maybe, just maybe, i resemble nicholas cage too. hahahahha. i wish. ;)