Posts Tagged ‘Drinking’

Domesticated Party Girl

Posted: November 12, 2011 in About Me
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I love going out.  Drinking and partying all night is something I really enjoy doing.  And because I have high tolerance for alcohol, I can drink all I want without getting a hang-over.

Because of this, I took up bar tending courses.  Now, I can mix drinks, I can have cocktails at home… whenever I want.

Aside from this, I’m also domesticated.  I can do stuffs at home – do my laundry, iron my clothes, cook food… Basically, any task that “belonged” to women.  I can sew, I cross-stitch.  I also knit things from time to time.

I’m proud of the things I can do… I’m proud to be a hedonist.  I love the party scene.  And I also love doing things at home.

So, I don’t think any guy has the right to make me choose just one.  I don’t have any problem being me… and I sincerely believe that no one wants to be just a party girl, or just a homebody.  It’s nicer to explore and be in both worlds.


Posted: July 18, 2009 in About Me
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Had a few drinks this afternoon. My classmates from bartending went here so we could practice mixing some drinks in preparation for an upcoming competition.

In less than 5 minutes, my chosen two was able to make 10mixes… I hope they can do that next week.

Even if we don’t win that competition, as long we’re not in last place, is already enough for me.


I just had some Cuba Libre, Vodka Gimlet, Gin Tonic… and then Gran Matador.. lol…

I miss drinking! big grin


Posted: July 14, 2009 in About Me
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Yes, I still need to go back tomorrow..

3 more signatures for my clearance (a different one!).

I’m so hating the process…

Good thing, one of my former colleague invited me to drink…

Thanks to Red Horse, though today’s a d*mned day, I still feel good…

And tomorrow, it’s another d*amn day!

A Better Way

Posted: April 5, 2009 in Fiction and Non-Fiction
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I am fond of drinking.

I love the taste of alcohol in my mouth.

And I love the warmth it brings.

Drinking is often my first choice.

It’s a good way to end my day?

It’s a unique toss to a tiring day.

It’s a bitter way to accept facts.

It’s a first-class mask to flaunt

And hide the tears.

Silver Age

Posted: March 8, 2009 in About Me
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Last year, on my 24th birthday, I was the image of pure depression and melancholy. I celebrated my birthday with just a bottle of Generoso, and Purefoods luncheon meat as my pulutan. That year, I had a misunderstanding with my mom which lasted more than 3 months…

This year, me and my mom were in good terms. I was actually not in good terms with my dad. He happens to celebrate his birthday before mine and I managed to give him problems late February.

I was so psyched that I will celebrate alone and that what happened last year may also happen this year. I did not make any plans at all as they may go to waste. I even abandoned the idea of watching Eraserheads Reunion concert that I planned to attend late last year.

March 5, my father’s birthday was the start of my long leave from work. I took a 5-working day leave to carefully think whether I’m still on the right track, or am I slowly drifting from my plans. It was at this day when I re-read my journal entries and wrote all the things that I’d like to accomplish this year until before I reach 26.

March 6… It was Rakrakan 9.5, a gathering of members, and the day before I reach 25. I went late in the evening and bought 2 buckets of Red Horse Beer and sisig for my clan mates. After our orders were brought to our table, my clan mates sang the birthday song which I’ll answer with: bukas pa ang birthday ko (It’s not yet my birthday!) which made other rcom members look at our direction.

I was also meeting up with Ellaine Janica, my high school friend who happens to be born on the same month and date that I was. When EJ arrived at Dayo, we stayed only for some more minutes then we headed to Timog or Morato to celebrate our birthday.

We first went to Gusi Bar but since it was already past 12am, the bar’s already closed. Then, we took a cab and went to Pier 1 instead. Upstairs, inside the air-conditioned room, EJ and I ordered some blue margarita and nachos. We updated each other with the current happenings in our lives. We also talked about our plans for the future. That night, I went home in their house somewhere in Project 4.

March 7, about past 10am, I arrived home. Waiting for me were the ingredients for spaghetti and pancit that I will be cooking for my birthday. Instead of greeting me Happy Birthday, my mom asked me where I spent the night. Of course, I did not answer anymore, we might just end up arguing again. So instead of taking some nap first, I immediately started cooking.

I did not invited any office mates or friends because I originally thought that this year will be a repeat of my birthday last year. However, I did invited Motoki, my friend since college, to come to our house. I even assured him that it’s just food, there’ll be no drinking. But, Uncle Tam called home past 7pm, saying that Ayi and a friend will be coming so I better prepare some drinks.

So late in the evening, I cooked again and even asked my Aunt Vilma to buy Andok’s lechon manok for pulutan. In less than an hour, my uncle arrived, followed by Motoki. My uncle suggested buying some drinks so I asked Motoki to accompany me in the nearest 7-11 store. Soon after, Ayi and his friend arrived. After eating, Motoki and I drove to 7-11 and bought Antonov Vodka and The Bar, an orange-flavored vodka. We even bought 2 packs of Marlboro lights and some chips.

I drank Vodka with Motoki, Ate Vhec (my cousin), Uncle Tam, Ayi, and Monty. Apparently, other than me, it was only Motoki who drinks Vodka. The rest of them, it was their first time to drink that. I was laughing at their reactions as they took their first shots of Antonov. After drinking half the bottle of Antonov, I suggested trying The Bar Orange Vodka since it tastes better than the first. I was telling them to drink The Bar without any chaser because it tastes sweet. Their reactions after sipping their first try made me laugh real hard. Ha ha…

My birthday this year was a happy one. I’m already on the 25th year, the silver age. I don’t know which particular age would be my last. As early as now, I’m psyching myself that 50 will be my oldest age. So I better do all I want to do and accomplish what I want to achieve. After all, 25 years isn’t that long, right?

… some sort of craziness. Something that would take me out of my norm and let me be free. I want to slip away from this sanity because I fear I’m not living my life the way I wanted it to be.

… some peace. Inner ones that can make me sleep easily. Peace that would cast away my doubts and make me feel serene.

… some spark. A simple glow. Something to look for at the end of this dark maze.

… to drink and smoke. To drown the sobs. To let go of the frustrations.