I miss the long hours of the trip. Sleeping, singing, cam-whoring, laughing and eating.

I miss the stop overs at some random places just to buy liquors for the night's drinking session.

I miss how we laugh out loud because people thought that our tinted windows are mirrors.

I miss being excited on the trip because we're getting near Zambales.

I miss getting a leap out of the van whilst saying "Yehey we are finally here!"

I miss everything we did that I wished the internal memory of my camera could only capture

I miss the game we played. Pinoy Henyo with green words associated with it.

I miss the breakfast, lunch and dinner prepared, I could hardly remember that I pigged out.

I miss us eating together.

I miss sharing and hearing your stories. And we ended up as crying ladies.

I miss how I ran out of money and there you are teasing me.

I miss island hopping.

I miss the beach.

I miss the moment that all of us wanted to extend our stay in the island.

I miss laying down on the sand thinking everything will be alright and I won't be scolded.

I miss the scary stories that always scares me.

I miss being terrified just for once in my life and eventually overcoming my f***ing fear.

I miss hearing you all say "Until next time" as each of us set out of the van.

I miss you guys! :')