Last night, an old highschool friend of mine celebrated his birthday and just like any M-boy gathering, alcohol was like milk and honey, cigarettes were like candy, food was like...well... food and getting drunk was nothing short of a prerequisite. This time however, the alcohol turned into just another drink, cigarettes turned into cheap sweets, food was...well...still food and getting drunk took a back seat to singing. This is not a typographical error. You read it right, although the M-boys were known for our diverse talents and abilities, we were never really known for our singing. But last night, it didn't matter if you could sing or not, Hell si Vital nga kumanta e! It didn't matter what your score was, what mattered was you shared in the humilation of each and every single one present that night. That included the M-boys and their girlfriends (well, the ones that have anyway, hahaha), hell even I sang (Ghostbusters pa!) , pero walang tatalo sa "Like a Virgin" ni Dino, may kasamang sayaw pa, hahaha! The night belonged to us. We needed the break and it was exactly what we needed. Trips back to highschool and the infamous predicatments that we used get ourselves into accompanied by Vikas' "unforgettable" rendition of Freddie Aguilar's Anak, what more could you ask?