Missing

christmas seasons never fail to bring a melancholic feeling. the cold breeze always bring a hint of this funk that comes from missing home.

i miss my family.

i miss my cousins and our ktv sessions.

i miss my nephews and nieces. especially when their faces light up when they see me...carrying something for them! hahaha

i miss my grandma. as difficult as she can get, i still miss her...and her cooking.

i miss my friends.

i miss my hs buddies. as ma fan as they can get, they're a funny bunch.

i miss all my previous colleagues. different groups but just as fun.

i miss the food.

i miss halo-halo.

i miss palabok.

i miss bibingka.

i miss jollibee.

i miss cupcakes by sonja.

i miss the cheesy shawarma under the ayala mrt station (dunno if it's still there).

i miss amici.

i miss my lola's laing and tsokolate on christmas eve.

i miss manila.

i miss the metro's christmas rush.

i miss the traffic (in a weird way, i do)

i miss how everyone is extra nice to each other during christmas.

but most of all, i miss you