There are times when you have certain ideas pooled in your head about a certain event that hasn't even happened to you...

For a while now, I've been dreaming of going on a road trip... It doesn't matter where we would actually be going, what matters is what happens during the road trip. If people were locked inside a moving vehicle, tensions will arise and of course, they will have fun... At least that's my theory.

Yesterday's road trip was not what I had in mind... First off, I felt as if the two closest friends I have on that trip were mad at me. Well, at least I thought they were because they weren't talking to me... And we had an excess baggage who just refused to be unloaded.

After all the drama (which I refuse to elaborate), we actually got to EK. And in the end, I was wrong. It's not always the journey that matters. Or what happens during the journey. Sometimes it's what didn't happen and getting to where you wanted to go. Once you get there, things will straighten out on their own, you will have fun, and you will cherish the moments even after they've faded from the photographs or your clothes will have dried from the soaking you got. The ride home will be exhausting and you will sleep inside the van, heedless of the stench you smell either from yourself or from your friends. But it doesn't matter. You will scratch off the moodiness of the ride to EK as the result of a sleep-deprived, frustrating night. And you will realize that you are so damn lucky to be doing the things you're doing with the people you're with.