I really should get out of my cave more often. Seriously. Because it was so much fun catching up with friends from high school and reminiscing the good ol’ times. Ancient history, considering how it was so long ago even I’m scared to do the math lest I come up with the correct answer and be reminded once again of how old I am. Cold, hard fact I can neither admit nor deny.

I was Batch 2000, okay? I survived Y2K. We all did.

Just as we survived the mental pressure of Physics exams; the dizzying effort of classifying Filipino verbs as to pangnagdaan, pangkasalukuyan, or panghinaharap; as well as the cliquish madness typical of high schoolers in an all-girls Catholic school where we kneeled down to pray the rosary every day for the whole entire month of October.

It was a different time and place I’m not keen on reliving with a reunion but everything that happened then moulded me into the woman that I am now and for that, I am grateful.

We had dinner at Tim Ho Wan, apparently the world’s cheapest Michelin-star restaurant that originated in Hong Kong.

The food was good but nevermind that because the company was better!

In what may come out as a surprising remark from me, I felt a renewed sense of love for Melbourne City on the walk back to the carpark after we had said our goodbyes.

Okay, maybe not love. More like like. Because the night was beautiful as it was warm and there wasn’t as much crowd as you would find during the day. The quasi-quietness of a city just about ready to go to bed after a hard day’s work to do it all over again tomorrow.

Something I wasn’t too worried about because I had the day off the next day.

Quasi-day off. Because I still had to wake up early to do the mandatory school run.

*Raven at 8 years old