"We never really grow old," my sister B says. And she is absolutely right. We were on one of our periodic telebabad calls and I was telling her about the night before when I met up with friends from high school. It pains me to say this but it's been 25 years since we graduated from high school and to celebrate, there's this big homecoming celebration in December.
Normally, I wouldn't be involved. I'm not really much of a reunion type of person but then because my friend A is active in the "committee," and because I would do anything for A, well, you could just say that I got sucked in. Truth to tell, I almost didn't go. It had been a particularly good day and I didn't want to end it bored out of my wits.
And so, I settled down with my soup and Super Dry, and prepared for the worst. Surprise! Surprise! It turned out to be a blast! While J-J valiantly tried to keep everybody on point, we can't just help but talk about whoever and whatever: C talked about sending her beloved crush a "love" letter and K talked about her experience body painting a hot male model. J was adamant in saying that this particular teacher was still alive (Yes, sad to say but they are now dying on us). P gave us a sneak peek into the games that are going to be played on Friday Acoustic Nite.
And though we were at this cute little restaurant, we might as well be in the basement canteen: we laughed so hard and talked so loud that I wouldn't have been surprised if Ms.Telen suddenly appeared and shouted, "Quiet!"
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