College Reunion of 10

I had this friend who worked in Dubai for 2 years and finally came home a week ago. He planned of having this reunion even before knowing the tentative date of his departure. I am just kind of excited about it and I really don’t know why. Anyway, I just got home from the event and the funny thing is only 10 people were present. But, in any case, that didn’t hinder us to have so much fun.

We went to El Madero, a resort nearby. We were 5 then and the rest got there by 8 in the evening. I didn’t plan to swim so I didn’t bring any swimwear with me given that I intend to go home by 9 since I still have my work tomorrow afternoon. The most interesting thing we had talked about is all regarding our so-called frustrations. I wish I were or I wish I was. I wish I had or I wish I did and weirdly laughed about these stuffs although some of them we were agitatedly aware of. Most of them were planning to leave their job very soon and the reason is the usual. Tired of doing the same thing everyday, daily routine for that matter.

Moreover, we had talked about me wanting to take up Fine Arts back then before graduating high school since I do believe I have “it” and this is my passion honestly speaking. I was always pondering what if I had become an Arts major. What would I become if I had taken up and followed my passion? I had this classmate who even said that her future is planned and her goals are already there but circumstances are the major adversary. I, too, understood what she meant about it. I was in fact planning and/or determined to become a 3D artist early this year but this wasn’t the case after getting a job under publishing. Yes, it was under publishing but my job way way differs from what I had imagined. I thought I would be in designing and publishing but I became a support instead... so I had no choice but to enjoy my current job. They even asked why I agreed to enter publishing since I am a computer major and not English major but my answer always seems to be some kind of an excuse and I'm not quite sure why.

At any rate, I decided to get home by 11 since I wanted to get a good sleep and they had gone to a bar near Robinson’s mall after a night swim. It was fun overall and educating at some point. No one changed at least I can tell nobody changed. They were exactly the same when we were in college. Fun, comedic, dramatic, cool, crazy. A blast for knowing them…