It's been more than a week since I got back from my enlightening trip to the Philippines. Wish the circumstances were better, but I think Tita Zen would've wanted us to enjoy it the way we did. I miss it there. The new friends I made and got close with again, and even more, I miss my family. The trip opened my eyes and made me realize how important family is. I wish I could've spent more time with them. However, being away from them also gave me a chance to meet and spend time with my other "family", a group that consisted of longtime friends not seen in 12 years, their friends, and a guy named Pok. The memories I have will last me a lifetime. The ever so optimistic PJ with his dreams on saving the world, the traffic in Manila, the he-she's from Puerto Gallera, them big ass malls, the sketchiness of the peeps at Greenhills, my family in San Jose, sleeping next to a bear, the pandesal man and the rooster and the tricycles at 4am, the 5 meals a day, the cheap beer....the list goes on. It's safe to say I truly miss it there. To my family and dem crazy heads up in Manila, thank you for everything. I'll see you in December.



