It has been a little over a year since the thirteen of us met. A little later, we became fifteen. Aww, I miss Telunas.

Swinging dangerously on hammocks. Scaling waterfalls. Swatting away swarms of mosquitoes. Wandering ahead and back by yourself. Spending the night in the boys' bunk. Taking lots of pictures and sprouting lots of ideas. Sitting in the middle of the dining hall drinking coffee in the middle of the night. Mixing English with Chinese and dialect. Styling hair into spikes. Chopping firewood using a parang. Exchanging stories from all across the bunk, whether you're hanging from above, sitting cross-legged on the floor, sprawled over chairs and curled up in beds. Waking up extra early to play on tbe beach and kayak. Filling yourself with adrenaline while taking a nine-meter plunge into the sea. Getting a face full of seawater for over half an hour during a bumpy boat ride.

I want us to go back there one day. All fifteen of us.

It has been a little over a year since the thirteen of us met. A little later, we became fifteen. Aww, I miss Telunas.

Swinging dangerously on hammocks. Scaling waterfalls. Swatting away swarms of mosquitoes. Wandering ahead and back by yourself. Spending the night in the boys' bunk. Taking lots of pictures and sprouting lots of ideas. Sitting in the middle of the dining hall drinking coffee in the middle of the night. Mixing English with Chinese and dialect. Styling hair into spikes. Chopping firewood using a parang. Exchanging stories from all across the bunk, whether you're hanging from above, sitting cross-legged on the floor, sprawled over chairs and curled up in beds. Waking up extra early to play on tbe beach and kayak. Filling yourself with adrenaline while taking a nine-meter plunge into the sea. Getting a face full of seawater for over half an hour during a bumpy boat ride.

I want us to go back there one day. All fifteen of us.