Jingz and Mingz, the Fashion Brothers
One of this days, when I think it's safe for public consumption, I'll tell this story about my friend, who I now call Wingman Buruk. It's a funny one to me, which really tickles me everytime I think about it.
During the weekend, I was in Malaysia, and I caught up with a small group of friends from management trainee days. Working in the Singapore office now, with my group of networks pretty much resetted, I realise now what a real blessing it is, to have been part of the management trainee program and get to grow up as adults with this bunch of people.
Loads of us have gone separate ways, but it's still pretty fun coming back occasionally and sprouting nonsense and laugh at each other's lame jokes and talk about secret alliances amongst one another.
Labels: Friends