missing the old times

   I was checking my albums when I saw old photos. And, old pictures mean flashback. So I began to miss the old times- my friends and everything that we did. Well, I always miss my friends in Cabanatuan.
   Why wouldn't I? Imagine the sixteen years of friendship- kuwentuhan, asaran, kalokohan, kiligan, galaan, ukayan and picturan... (lol)
  Here are some of the old pics...

First night out with Aneth and Garry... This was the day when she said "yes" to him

sneaked out for a wacky pictorial during lunch break in an assembly (i forgot when)

another wacky pic

sleepover in my house.. that was my old room..(missing it)

badminton session- trying to be fit then but our arms were becoming more mascular so we stopped... (lol)

sometime before Aneth got married; pictorial at the park

after meeting

one of the assemblies

one of the district conventions (last year actually)

sign language assembly ( my last I guess)

an addition to the group- Jiara gurl...( I miss my friends)

                      

                                                  Our Baguio adventure- twas worth it despite the long walks

Jaira, Ann, and Ruth accompanied me to the airport. And I forgot to have our picture taken before I left.. (sayang)