Give or take 18 years ago, I became friends with a bunch of crazy but wholesome teenagers (and I just have to stress that). Back then, when life was still simple, our concept of amusement was just pretty shallow and our problems were only about finishing a project, memorizing the table of elements, understanding algebraic equations, etc. Our world consisted of home works, projects, fire exit (also known as Luneta), patio, Smokey’s, Glorietta, Megamall… and of course our crushes and young loves.
To quote Meg: “We used to tint our lips with red crepe paper, stashed baby powder inside our hankies and dabbed our oily faces with it, shared Brownies lunch on birthdays, helped each other finish assignments, waited for each other at the Patio, hung out at Smokey's... and the list goes on.”
We’d share chips or halohalo for lunch, we’d talk on the phone like we were not together in school, we’d share our life stories like were sisters. Awwww…. Good times!
As years go by, others went missing in some get-togethers but would resurface and rejoin in other occasions while others just probably chose to disengage from the pack. Nevertheless, most of us chose to stick together through the years and our number has grown and continues to grow each year.
...And here we are now with husbands, boyfriend, and kids…
I’m glad I have a support system that goes back to my rebellious, drama queen years. We have a long history together and I’m thankful we still have each other. Here’s to hoping for more great times ahead. May we be reunited once again especially with those who have gone missing.
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