Met up with my high school barkada last night at Heaven and Eggs Eastwood City (chosen out of my curiosity). Unlike other barkadas, we didn't hang out in each other's houses or go out on weekends. We had other circles of friends and didn't share much apart from good grades. We were more like groupmates who bonded over dissections, Trig projects and the occasional video requirement for school. We harmonized to Billy Joel's Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel) and danced to The Blues Brothers songs only because we needed to. But somehow, it stuck. Eventually, each of us went to Ateneo, had a boyfriend in college and then broke up with them. We pick up the story from there.
By next year, I'll be in Europe, Jamie in Japan, Bianca in the States. Anne will probably still be in Manila, but who knows if Australia beckons. We'll meet once more this year for Bianca's birthday, just before I leave. But the message will still be the same: go and find your happiness.
I can hear the voice of a big American nun with a crutch calling us in class. Dree-duhlz!
In case you're wondering what it is, it's the title of a Don McLean song, an indirect translation of a now-defunct TV show that used to be very popular. Go figure.
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