There are some stuff I miss

Like my friends.

My friends who spent my whole holiday with me last year getting ridiculously drunk.

My friends who spent my whole three-month long holiday going to malls to have facials, shop, watch movies, go for coffee..

And being just plain silly.

Or a message frenzy from my friends wanting to watch a late movie.

Followed by an even later dinner.

Followed by an even later trips to clubs.

Followed by a crazy drive around the city.

Followed by an early morning breakfast at McDonald's.

Followed by an impromptu trip to Batangas [one of the provinces in Philippines, the best!].

Followed by an early morning traffic jam along the motorway.

Followed by a stopover for a caffeine fixture.

Followed by a lunch get together in Batangas.

Followed by a three hour drive back home.

Followed by an afternoon chilling session at home.

Followed by spur of the moment party.

Followed by drastic text messages to invite more friends over.

Followed by a round of pool at a nearby pub.

Followed by crazy practical jokes.

I miss my cousins.

I miss the nights when we would just hit the city.

Have a few drinks along the broadwater and wait for midnight for the fireworks display.

I miss the times when we just stay at home with a slab of beer and a bottle of vodka and just chill and talking about how our day went.

With one of my cousins getting ridiculously drunk and his wife having to drag him across the house and into their room cos he was too off-his-face to go up the stairs on his own.

I miss my nieces and Nephews.

Who would run up to me and give a big hug just because they see me.

I miss the times when they would wake me up at an ungodly hour of six in the morning with their shrill screams and cries because they're hungry or they failed to watch their favourite cartoon programme.

I miss the times when I had to go off at Tricks [this cute little chica right here!] for playing with my makeup and destroying my cosmetics in the process.

I told her not to do it again, two days later, she spilled my lotion all over the floor. Nice.

But how can you get upset with someone as cute as her? You can't, can you?

I miss the fact that my relatives and I are so close. That no matter where I go, no matter what I do, they're always there to either make me laugh when I'm down or just kick me harder to make me feel worse.

Irregardless, I love them.

I especially miss my cousins - drumroll please...

Carlo, Cholo, Soleil and Sharon.

Cholo for his sarcasm.

He is such a little poop head.

I love him for his love for basketball and PS2.

For his obsession with World Wrestling Entertainment.

For his obsession with girls.

And he adores me. Follows everything I say without asking or challenging me.

He is a good kid. And because of that, I adore him too.

I miss Soleil for her sultry personality.

Her capability to lure guys.

Sure, she's self-absorbed, but I can't really talk, can I?

She is such a beautiful person inside and out.

She goes off at guys who break my heart.

She literally stalks them for me making sure nobody breaks Nikki's heart.

In return, I do the same.

We had our fair share of misunderstandings but all is forgotten and now, I love her even more.

I miss Sharon for her wicked sens of humour.

I miss her maturity and her big sister effect on me.

She tells me what to do, what to think, how to do it.. The works.

She's as bossy as my grandfather and she loves the fact that I'm a pushover.

I especially miss Carlo, who, after twenty-one years never fails to annoy me.

I miss the times when he'd come home from uni and would go straight to my room, grab my phone and hang up on the person I was talking to and just bitch about his day.

I miss the times when we would sneak out of the house, put the car on neutral, push the car out of the driveway to go clubbing.

I miss the times when we would get home and put the car back in the garage only to get caught by our housekeeper who promised not to tell our parents if we give her money.

I miss the times when he would come home and walk straight to the kitchen and get something to eat.

I miss the times when he would just sit on the couch and not say anything to me. Just the comforting silence, knowing that we, again, are spending the entire night watching pay TV.

I miss the times when he would go to my room, turn off my stereo because he just wants to have heart to heart talks.

I miss the text messages in the middle of night asking me to let him in our house cos he got locked out of his parents'.

I miss the time when he sat me down, looked at me straight in the eye and told me, "you'll get over him. I don't know how but I know you will.."

I miss the times when we would look at each other, laugh and order pizza and buy a few beers before watching NBA.

I miss the times when he would wake me up at six in the morning by heaving a basketball on the my wall so we can shoot some hoops before we start our day.

I miss the times when we would go Christmas shopping for everyone. He'd leave me for a few hours only to find out that he was looking for a christmas present for me [either a bag or a belt..].

I don't miss the place. I miss the people who live in it.