I went out for a walk a while ago. I was surprised to realize it had rained. Pretty hard, or so it seems. The roadside around the office was overrun with miniature streams and a a few puddles. For a place like Clarkfield, that isn't normal. This place probably has the biggest and widest roadside ditches anywhere in Luzon.

The smell of humid rain made me reminisce about my carefree days. In my college days, I would often go with my fraternity brods. The most likely places we would go to would be their homes in the barrios. There, we would gamble, drink and be merry, all in the midst of the torrential rains. It was even more fun just sitting around, exchanging political and not-so-political views over a pack of Marlboros. Moreover, it was challenging to try to keep ourselves and our cigarettes dry. Those were the days.

Today, I face an even bigger challenge. That is to go and leave my past ways where they belongs - to the past. Wish me luck as I move forward :-))