Last weekend, I had the chance to meet with my high school batchmates twice, in two different groups. We partied like it was 1993 and in fact stayed up together until 3am. It was fun reminiscing the good old days when we had nothing but a small amount of money enough to buy 4 packs of pancit canton and a liter of soda.
What I loved most about the reunion, aside from the fun times, was the compliments that I heard from them. Everyone says that I look a lot better as I get older. That if they didn’t see my girls’ photos, they won’t think that I am already married with 2 kids. Of course, I’ll take those words with thanks!
Indeed a late bloomer eh?