Showing posts with label toxic nips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toxic nips. Show all posts

Monday, September 22, 2008

in an mmmbop they're gone...

tin (aka colby) was right... listening to our high school guilty pleasures playlist does take away the stress... it takes me back to the days when law school was just a dream and the biggest dilemma we had was to make it to becky's kitchen and back before 6PM so she could stick to her after-6 diet.

i miss the 100 peso club.
i miss stalking the cutest social studies department chair st. scho ever had.
i miss the quadrangle and miming.
i miss the time when MTV actually played music and didn't have reality shows.
i miss the time when text messaging was only for the deaf.
i miss the boybands (no matter how irritating their bouncing steps were).
i miss wholesome bubblegum pop.

ten years was a lifetime ago. but for the next ten years, whenever i'm down, all i have to do is listen to the guilty pleasures playlist and i know that laughter is not far behind.

Song of the Day: This Is Our Song (by the now defunct boyband Code Red)
When my skies are gray
Make them clear again
When I'm weak you are strong
I need to hear the sound
You need to hear the words
This is how we all began
This is our song

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

missing my nips

it's been ten years since we all had lunch at the st. scho quadrangle table, trying to beat the chiming intercoms as we raced from the canteen to our table... having conversations with the teachers from the balcony of the faculty room and doing our nips sway.

some of us are busy with our careers, kids, boyfriends, husbands and school but we always ALWAYS find time to contact each other. we may never actually have the chance to open the WAHAHA music store or marry our teenybopper crushes (eeeeeeeew) but we will always make time to know how everyone else is doing.

can't wait to see them again.

Song of the Day: Walk on the Ocean (by Toad the Wet Sprocket)

We dont even have pictures
Just memories to hold
That grow sweeter each season
As we slowly grow old

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

My Real Soul Mates

It's always been like this. I set myself up for a big disappointment. I guess I'm getting kind of used to it. With every crush, affair, relationship I have, I end up losing something, a part of my romantic side I guess. I believe less in love stories and my idea that there are no romantic soulmates out there is reinforced.
But there is one thing I continue to believe in: that although other people will let me down, my friends never will.

Threz, my relatives who I have come to consider as my confidantes. They know my every bad habit, good habit and everything in between. I will never forget our summers in Las Piñas and Cuenca. They have thrown me the best surprise birthday party I can remember, food fights, music and yes, our As. Over the years, we've had our ups and downs but somehow, we found a way to be there for each other. Thing have changed for all of us, we've been separated by the International Date Line and the Atlantic Ocean but somehow, to quote Michael Corleone from The Godfather movies "They pull me back in." I will always keep the letters written in cardboard, toilet paper, stationery and even cigarette packages that have been clandestinely delivered to each other. I will also cherish the late night conference calls and constant taunting and looking out the window with a faraway look in our eyes, thinking of cavemen. I will always find myself singing "Jingle bells, jingle bells it's Christmas time in the city..." in the middle of May and will abuse my vocal chords by reaching the highest notes of the Les Miserables soundtrack. I will look forward to the day that we will laugh at the times that our screams reached the other end of the solar system.

Kahit na anong mangyari, kahit na saan ka man patungo.

The Toxic Nips, who have been there with me during the toughest times of my life, going through adolescence with me. They have gone through the rebellious stage, teeny-bopper stage (well most of them) and the toughest Article 36 days with me. I could never have made it through high school without you. You gave me something to go home to every weekend when I was in college and now, I have a date to look forward to at least once a year. Even though we only have one barkada picture, that one picture holds a lot of memories.


Don't even have pictures, just memories to hold.
Grow sweeter each season as we slowly grow old.

My college blocmates, the future founding members of the EENG Law Offices, and SocioSoc. These people literally gave me a life back in college. While the Toxic Nips gave me something to go home to, you gave me something to look forward to whenever I went back to Los Baños. You have given me survival skills, boosted my self-confidence, showed me how to deal with all kinds of people and professors. You taught me to think outside the box and prepared me for law school in ways I could never imagine. We shared our dreams over bottles of alcohol and somehow we could solve the world's problems when we were drunk. I still have the Fundador bottle from one of our final rites. That bottle holds a message for me. There are others out there who share my dreams of turning this world into a better place for future generations.

But it's always you I run home to... take me home back to where I am free


My Poor People (you know who you are), law school was an adventure because of you. Although I got left behind, you're standing there in the finish line, cheering me on. You kept me grounded and always knew how to make me laugh. You made law school bearable when I couldn't see the point of going on. We shared the tears, laughter and craziness. Thank you for your patience and the company. I miss the library sessions, sneaking in Hot Shots and tikoy, movie dates in the middle of the week, study sessions in the field and in our kuta and classroom hopping. I look forward to September every year for our traditional night of good food, good music and good company.


Salamat, at may gabing nakalaan sa konting kasiyahan.

The June 21 Club, through all the silent dinners, races to the bathroom, torta days, ninja moves and threats of adoption. You have given a whole new meaning to "There's no place like home." I am happy and proud to call you family.

I'll be alright as long as it matters
As long as you're here with me now

Of course, who would forget the Garfield Group and Friends. The people at the far side of the Law Lecture Room where the food flows endlessly and the laughter is constant. Where you would hear the other people singing Hiram or Part of Your World from the other side and laugh silently without anyone noticing. The Garfield Group, who stand by each other through embarrassing recitations, pink tops and ten-foot high cases. According to Pambie, between our seats, there are no spaces.

You were there when I needed you.

You were there when the skies broke wide, wide open.

These people are my soul mates. We're interested in the same things, we enjoy each others' company, we speak the same language and Fate brought us all together and made our lives happier.

Friday, July 6, 2007

To My Lions and Tigers and Bears

It's about time I learn to let go of some things. I've been through a lot of ups and downs this past year that I need to sit down and catch up on things. I need to take some time to figure some things out.
I've fallen and picked myself up at least half a dozen times every month this year. I've harbored ill-will and entertained thoughts of slipping muriatic acid into certain people's food. I've laughed till I cried at jokes I've heard a thousand times and I've thrown a law book across the room out of frustration at least once this past week. Too much has been going on that I failed to appreciate the better things in life.

I failed to appreciate what good friends I have, who are all willing to stick with me through good times and the bad. I failed to see that there are still people who have faith in others, those that see the good inside everyone.

I'm not yet ready to forgive those who hurt me-- I'm not that good enough a person yet. But I am a good enough person the thank the people in my life. I am thankful for the sun, brightening my day like nothing else can and I am thankful for the moon for being there after the sun has gone down. I am grateful for the stars that guided me on this journey called life and the knowledge it brings that I have something to look up to during the darkest of hours. I am grateful for the flowers along the path for making me feel better when I feel down and the thorns on the roses for teaching me to be careful. I am grateful for the rain for washing away my fears and my sorrows. Most of all, I am grateful for those that kept me company on this journey called life-- my lions and tigers and bears.

Two months of being a 25-year-old gave me a crash course on letting go. I also learned to let go of the past... past memories, past loves and learned to live a life that isn't based on the what-ifs of the world. I had to let go of what I had (and what I thought I had) to make room for new things in my life. I learned how to sort through the memories and the people, through clothes and shoes, books and photographs, cases and scratch paper. I'm closer to figuring out which ones have to go and which ones to keep. I will surely keep my lions and tigers and bears with me.