Last Friday I was out with my high school barkada. In Malate, of all places. The last time I've been there was in fourth year high school, when we sneaked out after watching Miss Saigon. We got wasted, and the day after actually played hooky and cut classes and went to the mall instead. If memory serves me right it was our first ever night out.

So imagine how giddy we were when we saw this:

The bar we went to that night is still open! The place is unremarkable, really, but it was special, at least for us. The people outside must be wondering why we were so excited when we found it. It was almost like high school all over again - even the conversation picked up where we left off in high school (wink wink) - only this time we weren't sneaking out and afraid of getting our pictures taken (we were scared it might end up in some medium that our parents would eventually get hold of).

Anyway, the point is, I needed this break from the testosterone-laden office that I inhabit every single day. I'm so thankful that the friends I gained in high school are these gorgeous, smart, and successful ladies who, after all these years, are still crazy enough to go swimming at 4 in the morning just for the heck of it.

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