...friends

College. 1980s. Honestly Ive forgotten the specifics. hehehehe. I believe the story can be told now. harharhar. The girls on this photo were my dormmates. In that big concrete dorm in Ramos St., Cebu. Catholic girls. We came from all over the country. We had our days. And nights. And dawns. hahahahahahahahaha. The guys are our trusted buddies. 711 mhz. over over roger. The guys are all respected professionals now. Have you spotted me yet? Second from the right, standing, light purple shirt. Men's shirt were so in. Tretorns!!! We used to sneak out from our dorm just before curfew and would be in our house cloths and flipflops. But we already took our bags with extra clothings that morning and stashed them somewhere near. And off to Moalboal we went. Like it was far far far! We spent the weekend there. Swimming and chika chika, bonding. We had fun. We were the best of friends. We helped one another grow and go for our dreams. No black sheep. No queen or king. No underdog. We were all equals and friends. We got home Monday early morning. Us girls have already changed into our Sunday best while in Moalboal. We went straight to the chapel for the sunday mass. Looking pretty like we were just there the whole weekend. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.