Time sure flies pretty fast if you’re not keeping a close watch.

Case in point:

I went bowling with Pam and Michelle last Labor Day weekend. I kept on saying a few meetings back that our barkada should really adopt a sport (for more gimmick options other than eating and drinking coffee) and I picked that weekend to start the resolution. We went to the bowling lanes in Eastwood (oh, the irony!) since Megamall was having a mall-wide sale and Sta. Lucia might be crowded as well.

We didn’t realize that it would be a sort-of High School reunion as we coincidentally run into 4 High school batchmates (plus 1 that Michelle met earlier that day plus 2 that Pam and I met after seeing Michelle off). Seven might be a small number but in a class that only has ~170 students and still has its own subgroups, it was a big deal.

Hearing different versions of how-are-you-and-where-are-you-working convinced me that my HS batchmates have come a long way since they’ve hung up the ol’ red plaid skirt (another batchmate of ours has just gotten married that day as well). It has, after all, already been two years (or one, for people like me) since we’ve graduated from College, six years from High School and ten (wow!) from Grade School.

Makes me wonder if I spent my post-High School years wisely. I didn’t even know if I had changed since graduating. Sure, I earned my degree and got my license, but as I told Pam, I’m still the same old girl with the messy wavy hair in plain T-shirt and jeans. Not that I base everything on looks, but the mere fact that I haven’t even walked beyond my grooming comfort circle would pretty much say I’m not doing/achieved anything extraordinary. I keep telling myself that I am destined for greatness. Though I really wish I’ve discovered what in the world I would be great at.

Or maybe I’m just thinking too much. I don’t know.