Old friends

There is something about being with old friends that stir the childish in me, makes me remember the bygone carefree days where my only concern was how to pass my subjects and have a good time. Days when my immediate goal was how to score the latest Esprit bag and part of everyday itinerary was a movie. No worries at all about money, future or security, thanks to my parents.

It’s good to be with old friends once in a while.

Mt. Makiling climb, Feb 21, 2010.