08-08-08. My high school classmates and I celebrated 20 years removed from UST. This was in the making for over a year. In a quaint restaurant in Timog, the few of us who attended ate, drank, laughed and sang the night away. 1988 seemed like yesterday as we all reminisced with a few teachers, all our shenanigans and achievements.
Late August: Got lost in Singapore. 8 days of walking, strolling, eating (and most of all, soul-searching) in the Lion City left my legs strained but my spirits revived.
September. Got back from vacation and I attended a symposium in my former high school, somewhat a dream come true. Doesn't matter if the students weren't listening for half of my "speech".
It's now October and I'm gonna turn another year older in a few weeks. Hopefully, I've learned some valuable lessons throughout all those years. Kinda feeling stuck at the moment but I'm hopeful as always of what lies ahead of me, even if the world seems crumbling around me. Foolish as my outlook may seem, but a little hope never hurts.
