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10:30 pm. Just got back from a night out with my friends Anna and Janine, whom I only get to see during my vacations when I'm back home in CdO. Yes, I'm home at 10:30 PM. None of our get-togethers have ever ended this late. I know, it's very grade school. But this is how my high school barkada has always been: super innocent and holy. Not being sarcastic, I really mean it. With Manila friends, it's considered quite normal to have a beer or two and come home at 12. But when I'm with Janine and Anna, we just have Coke and come home early. We've never had any alcohol (as a group) and we never stay out past 9 (tonight was the exception). It's pretty incredible how even though we're all adults, we still behave like a bunch of grade schoolers. And to be honest, that's what I like about hanging out with them. Tonight, we met up at GC Suites and grabbed some 678 Chicken, had Korean ice cream at the movie place upstairs, and then walked a

     Happy New Year y'all!      It's been quiet here for the longest time, mainly because I've sort of been more active on Instagram. It's honestly just a lot easier to micro-blog than to, you know, blog blog.      But anyway, thanks to a gentle push by Rap, here I am on Blogger.      How has your break been? Mom's been cleaning out her massive store of clothes at last, so I've mostly been sifting through piles of clothes from the 90's. Thankfully ribbed clothes and crop tops are in again, so a lot of my mom's old clothes are now old enough to be "vintage" cool. I think.      I'm on the fence about this particular top though. (Ignore the ghost shorts please.)      I asked my sister if I could pull it off, and she said "Yes, if you don't care about how you look." :I      Dad said, "It sends a message." I asked him, what message? He said, "It says, 'I'm retro.'" :I      Rap said