Wanderlust

It's time. It's Holy Week.

I am at work. But my mind is already on vacay mode.

'Can't concentrate.

Gotta. stop. thinking. about. the. beach.


Friends

Finally, I found some time to gather some of my close friends.

After attending mass at Better Living (it was Palm Sunday), Gemma and I phoned Aldo since he lives in the area. We were also with Joel.

The four of us went to Figaro at the overlooking portion in the south area.

The brief coffee session ended up to be an almost 4-hour animated exchange among all of us. 4 hours - and it was still bitin. Way bitin.

It's been months since I had a long, meaningful conversation with Aldo. And I realized - some of the guy friends that are really friends of mine, I already miss them. Big time.

I miss the existentialist whatevs the we talk about. I miss hearing THAT other side of the world which I will never understand, in the same way that they will never understand women.

But it's nice to know that despite the periodic absences and having to attend to our daily lives, we still manage to touch base.

It actually felt quite good.

I miss my old friends.