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My Friend: Regina

I have been thinking about starting a series of posts profiling my family of friends, for a while...

Do not be fooled by the contents of the glass :)
Well, this Friday, I begin the series with a lovely woman named Regina. Her name is of Latin origin. It means, Queen. A meaning that befits this woman I have known since 1997 but have only closely interacted with since 2003.

I always knew vegetarians were the paranoid ones of the human species :)
She is a strict vegetarian.

Her smile could light up a room.

She is one of the most brilliant women I know. PLE, UCE, UACE?...that stuff was piece of cake for her :)

Everyone is her friend. I do not know anyone who can referred to as her enemy.

She is ethical...honours her ideals.


She is focused. No dwelling in the past for her, an occasional visit to events gone by to perhaps analyze why it happened and then, let's bury it.

Smily Regina :)
She is a teetotaler.

She is single and ready to mingle :) (heads up to all my single male friends)

She has an incredibly close relationship with her dad.

She is spiritual. A woman of faith and prayer.

Gals out on the town;
Hope, Lynn, Vivian, Regina
She is entrepreneurial; owns a restaurant in Naguru called Tomato.

She is our very own 27 dresses gal, having been a bridesmaid at so many weddings :) ...In truth, it is a testimony to her loyalty to her friends.
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  1. HopeSeptember 1, 2012 at 7:15 PM

    Thanks Lynn for this. It's given me a chance to say that I will break anyone's back who hurts Gina!! My friend since 1990 - Longest Serving Friend (I should create the award and we do a ka-ceremony).

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