My Roaring Twenties

Our company is having its yearend dinner and dance party at Alkaff Mansion, so now that I’ve been asked to rejoin the social committee, I checked out the place with some colleagues last Tuesday.

The courtyard is quite pretty.

The marquee is bare at the moment but it has the potential to look beautiful at night, with the right lighting and decors. When we go back for food tasting, we’ll be able to see the place at night.

When we were informed that it was built in 1918, we knew what the perfect theme would be:

Apparently the locals in the office are excited about the location because it’s a very good one. Some of them even started buying dresses to wear even though they didn’t know the theme yet!

Over a meeting with our SVPs last Thursday, we were shooting the breeze when they asked me what the theme would be.

“It might be Roaring Twenties,” I responded.

“What does that mean?” one of them asked. “That we should wear what we wore when we were in our twenties?”

“Umm actually, we mean 1920s attire, but you know what, that could work, too!” I said. “Except that for everyone else on the floor, it means just coming as they are.”

“Oh, right! I thought I would have to wear bellbottoms and dye my hair black.”

😂😂😂

Speaking of our twenties, yesterday I was looking at photos to reupload for my old Baguio travel post when I saw this picture:

I remember hating this picture before because my arm was exposed and I hated how big it looked.

Now I look at it and think that it’s not as bad as I thought it was, really!

Sigh.

I wish I could be in my early twenties again. If I woke up tomorrow looking like that, I’d be so happy. Honestly! I thought I was super fat before but I wasn’t!

Also, look at how natural I used to look. I was so simple! I never dyed my hair and didn’t put on any makeup at all, not even just lipstick or powder. And yet I was never self conscious whenever I had to pose for the camera.

But now?

Sometimes I love that I’ve changed. I have fairer skin and I know how to improve my features with lipstick, eyebrow powder, etc.

But sometimes I hate it. Sometimes I wish I could go back to a simpler time. A simpler me.

But as my friend Ngangi said, the twenties me was also broke me. Twenties me couldn’t afford to go to Europe or buy her own laptop, etc.

Twenties me could not have filled out this newly revamped Travelogues page which Thirties me is asking you to please check out right now because it’s much more organised and it has emojis in it and everything! Pretty please? 😁