CHSB Batch 94
Kita sa Una… by Ladylou: hot mama cool blogger (esey!) Eighteen years is too long a time to encapsulate in one blink; but it seemed like it was just yesterday when we last saw each other. When I saw my high school batch mates today, everything seemed to be just like one puff of short breath ago. I’ve always thought of it being totally mushy saying this, but my heart skipped a tad seeing those familiar faces and being assured of warm acceptance among this group of people who has been with me since pre-rebond times and during acne infested phases of my silly little life. We were Batch 94. Since it was a public school, no pressure on latest brands of clothes then, no pressure to be seen hitting places like McDonalds or Shakey’s. I had shirts from Calvin Klein and Benetton, watch from Esprit and Dolce and Gabbana jeans and since they were just gifts from relatives, even myself didn’t bloody know their names. Who cares, keverrr . We all loved the labakara from Penshoppe. And if...