Missing the Younger Me

I miss wearing my white blazer and white pants.
I miss going to the library to actually do research and not just to use the Internet, writing on the blackboard, the Learning Issues and having to fake your way through two hours of discussion regarding something you weren’t able to read the night before because you accidentally fell asleep.

I miss parties.
I miss dressing up for a party, and asking people what they’ll be wearing, where they’ll be having their hair fixed, asking other girls how I should have my hair done or what design of dress should I buy. I miss having to “prettify” one’s self, like as if I’m going on a date, minus the making out afterwards.

I miss the carefree atmosphere of a party, where everybody is just excited to eat Jackie’s famous Black Zambo, or simply waiting for JR to take out one of his Dad’s Emperador Brandy from the cabinet, or having to raise your voice just so everybody can hear you over the noise and laughter. I miss the loud music, the constant teasing, the easy bantering among friends. I miss leaving the house at 8-9 PM and being out drinking, eating, smoking (and practically doing almost everything my mother wouldn’t approve of) until past 1 AM.

I miss the Videoke singing and Dara taking out her pre-written list of Videoke songs and Sitti singing her ever-famous “All This Time.” I miss the Videoke showdowns with Shaf and Ice saying “Picture-picture” as she takes out another one of her hi-tech digital cameras from one of her pink bags. I miss swimming and the water games, eventhough deny it or not, I know I’m the last one picked for teams (Yes, may tinatago akong galit because of that, which is why I choose not to join anymore. Hmp!... Hehehe, just kidding…).

And the food… Gahddd… I miss the food…

I miss going out to dinner after class and not thinking about the upcoming exams (or in some cases, thinking but not caring)... Hell, nobody celebrates their birthdays anymore. And even if they did, the party doesn’t even last for more than two hours – because apparently people have to go home to study. Hmp!

I miss the Backstreet Boys dancing and the consecutive vomiting, the “Matira ang Matibay: Itayo ang Bandila ng Silucap” Alcohol Drinking Competition, the interbarangay overnights, the ever-naughty “Slime” and mysterious “Igorota” of AdeZ SOM textchatting Liloy chapter, the Globe Unlitext surveys, playing table tennis while drinking, playing badminton (and watching Ice and Elgie flirting while pretending to play badminton).
I miss Liloy.

I miss travelling to Siay, to Naga, to Molave, Pagadian, Cagayan, Dapitan.

I miss wearing red on Valentine’s Day.

I miss the parades.

I miss going out with my classmates just because it’s still too early to go home (even if that was actually a set-up that ended with me joining my so-called spiritually enlightened friends to pray the 14 Stations, much to my own surprise).

I miss Jay-R. Hell, nobody sees him anymore. LOL…
I miss rice. And not caring about my weight.
I miss not being a medical student.

I miss my mid-20’s (and sooo not looking forward to my 30’s).