i have intentionally left my name out of this blog, i have intentionally kept some parts of me that would eb telling about who i am and what i am...
i figured, a little mystery would never hurt...and if you think you know me... you have no idea...
but i have realized that today i need to tell my audience who i am..just becaus...well..im friggin bored..
and this is MY blog...
haha
So, who am I?
Here's who:
1. i am currently taking up law in san beda
2. i am a part time writer... i write porn
3. i love eating raw vegetables, especially ampalaya
4. when given a choice between caramel and chocolate, i always choose caramel without skipping a beat... and then at the last minute, change my mind as i realize that chocolate is healthier for me
5. my idea of happiness is iced gem biscuits
6. sadnes? no alcohol for three days
7. all i want to do right now is to lose weight
8. i need more money... thus i need more work
9. i sleep all day, party all night
10. i am a VIP in the hottest local clubs
11. i love myself
12. i love myself so much that i want to commit suicide
13. when iu was born, birds sang, unicorns flew high above and sea horses rejoiced... a star was born
14. i wanted to stop at thirteen. its a lucky number
15. every body oves me, especially the dragon who loves eating peanut butter
16. i ahve a best friend named phoukie, and he lives in an enchanmted forest. he survives only on honey bees and chocolate eclairs dipped in starbucks' coffee
17. i just lied. a lot
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Partyphile...All Grown Up
hey bitches!
guess what? Yes. You've read the date right.Yes. It is a saturday night. and yes. i am at home. Why?
because i hade just realized something..and yes. this is about another realization.
i had realized that tonight, unlike any other saturday night, i do not need to go out and party. tonight, i do not feel restless, i am at peace. tonight, for the first time in a very very very long time, i am ok with staying home, even though it is a saturday night. tonight, i have realized that i do not need the blinding lights, the overly loud music, the beer goggles, and the intoxication alcohol brings to have a good time.
yes. tonight, unlike any other night, i may just have realized that i am mature enough to stay at home on a saturday night.
yup. you heard it right people, the partyphile has finally grown up...
confession #4:
its either im mature enough, or i just had too much of a good time last night, drinking and partying..hahaha
guess what? Yes. You've read the date right.Yes. It is a saturday night. and yes. i am at home. Why?
because i hade just realized something..and yes. this is about another realization.
i had realized that tonight, unlike any other saturday night, i do not need to go out and party. tonight, i do not feel restless, i am at peace. tonight, for the first time in a very very very long time, i am ok with staying home, even though it is a saturday night. tonight, i have realized that i do not need the blinding lights, the overly loud music, the beer goggles, and the intoxication alcohol brings to have a good time.
yes. tonight, unlike any other night, i may just have realized that i am mature enough to stay at home on a saturday night.
yup. you heard it right people, the partyphile has finally grown up...
confession #4:
its either im mature enough, or i just had too much of a good time last night, drinking and partying..hahaha
Hard Rains and Little Tragedies
Yes. I had a rough week. Rougher than sand paper. Rougher than crocodile skin, and yes, even rougher than Mary J. Blige's voice.
But in the midst of my twenty-something depression and stress attacks, it got me thinking...
My mind wonders: do we, the younger generation, really go througgh rough times? or are we just pre-programmed by media to magbnify little tragedies in our own mind?
i mean, am i really this unlucky? do i really have a life that sucks this bad? or is it just that my point of view is twisted?
do i really have a good life, which i choose to view as "bad"?
i was watching grey's anatomy. and yes, as usual, it was filled with tears and overly emotional doctors...
and it got me wondering... is our society really like this? because i do not remember myself crying at the drop of a hat..
BUT have we, as a generation, made it acceptable to throw tantrums or carry our weight around just because we had a bad day?
the answers to these, i do not know..
but i think i have been wearing some twisted glasses..
maybe i really have it good, but i choose to see the negative side of things..or maybe this week was not really that bad...i just chose to to see the negativity in it
just maybe
of course, after you suffer a car crash, a good scolding, some turmoil with friends and parents, trouble with work and finances...it is somewhat acceptable to feel bad..and at a grand level..
but hey! im alive aren't i? and that is all that matters now...
confession #3:
even though i made it through the storm that was last week, im am optimistic, not giddy with happiness..but i am optimistic...
...even though optimism is not really cool right now
But in the midst of my twenty-something depression and stress attacks, it got me thinking...
My mind wonders: do we, the younger generation, really go througgh rough times? or are we just pre-programmed by media to magbnify little tragedies in our own mind?
i mean, am i really this unlucky? do i really have a life that sucks this bad? or is it just that my point of view is twisted?
do i really have a good life, which i choose to view as "bad"?
i was watching grey's anatomy. and yes, as usual, it was filled with tears and overly emotional doctors...
and it got me wondering... is our society really like this? because i do not remember myself crying at the drop of a hat..
BUT have we, as a generation, made it acceptable to throw tantrums or carry our weight around just because we had a bad day?
the answers to these, i do not know..
but i think i have been wearing some twisted glasses..
maybe i really have it good, but i choose to see the negative side of things..or maybe this week was not really that bad...i just chose to to see the negativity in it
just maybe
of course, after you suffer a car crash, a good scolding, some turmoil with friends and parents, trouble with work and finances...it is somewhat acceptable to feel bad..and at a grand level..
but hey! im alive aren't i? and that is all that matters now...
confession #3:
even though i made it through the storm that was last week, im am optimistic, not giddy with happiness..but i am optimistic...
...even though optimism is not really cool right now
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Rum Is Me...
You Are Rum |
 You're the life of the party, and a total flirt You are also pretty picky about what you drink Only the finest labels and best mixed cocktails will do Except if you're dieting - then it's Diet Coke and Bicardi all the way |
Monday, September 1, 2008
Keeping Things Real
in the few years that i have existed, i have learned quite a lot from friends. i have learned how to:
1. cuss;
2. drink;
3. smoke;
4. do drugs; and
5. party
and yes. i do treat my friends well. i prioritize my friends more than half the stuff that i should. and so it really sucks hard when these people, you call friends, become the enemy.
yes, i know this is normal and this is totally temporary (keeping my fingers crossed here), but is it healthy for one's sanity to believe that your BFFs will really last forever?
recently, people i still refer to as my 'best friends' or my 'clique', have done the unthinkable (gasp) -- they have forgotten to invite me for a night out! and what is a partyphile to do when that partyphile is left out from something that is totally that partyphile's element?
well... experience tells me: that partyphile bleeds.
Yes. a partyphile may have a sea of connections and what not, but when people who used to be close to a partyphile's heart leaves that particular partyphile...s/he goes almost crazy.
with the myriad things that my friends have taught me, i realized something.
just like the waning and fading effects of alcohol and drugs, friends too are fleeting...
and just like alcohol and drugs, the more you hold on to them, the more you feel like you're losing control. which makes me think...
are friends, sober people's alcohol?
confession 2:
if friends are sober people's alcohol, then i would much gladly trade my friends for alcohol. at least alcohol never makes promises of forever and butterflies and rainbows.
with alcohol, you know exactly the effect: you get a hangover the day after, there might be a possibility of projectile vommit in your future, you might get attracted to otherwise unattractive peole, and you get (just ike with friends) a good time.
with alcohol, however, you know that by the time you wake up the next morning, it's comforts would have left you. with friends, you never know when your bond is severed.
so...to all the lonely people in the world tonight: raise your rum-cokes and drink your worries away!
1. cuss;
2. drink;
3. smoke;
4. do drugs; and
5. party
and yes. i do treat my friends well. i prioritize my friends more than half the stuff that i should. and so it really sucks hard when these people, you call friends, become the enemy.
yes, i know this is normal and this is totally temporary (keeping my fingers crossed here), but is it healthy for one's sanity to believe that your BFFs will really last forever?
recently, people i still refer to as my 'best friends' or my 'clique', have done the unthinkable (gasp) -- they have forgotten to invite me for a night out! and what is a partyphile to do when that partyphile is left out from something that is totally that partyphile's element?
well... experience tells me: that partyphile bleeds.
Yes. a partyphile may have a sea of connections and what not, but when people who used to be close to a partyphile's heart leaves that particular partyphile...s/he goes almost crazy.
with the myriad things that my friends have taught me, i realized something.
just like the waning and fading effects of alcohol and drugs, friends too are fleeting...
and just like alcohol and drugs, the more you hold on to them, the more you feel like you're losing control. which makes me think...
are friends, sober people's alcohol?
confession 2:
if friends are sober people's alcohol, then i would much gladly trade my friends for alcohol. at least alcohol never makes promises of forever and butterflies and rainbows.
with alcohol, you know exactly the effect: you get a hangover the day after, there might be a possibility of projectile vommit in your future, you might get attracted to otherwise unattractive peole, and you get (just ike with friends) a good time.
with alcohol, however, you know that by the time you wake up the next morning, it's comforts would have left you. with friends, you never know when your bond is severed.
so...to all the lonely people in the world tonight: raise your rum-cokes and drink your worries away!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Virgin Post
Alright...this is all about the confessions of a partyphile...
Although the title does not suggest a blog of rantings and emotions, that is what i will fill it with, on this..my very first post
Yes. I have been depressed these past few days, and that is what pushed me to create a blog. I wanted to have an an avenue to get things off my chest.
hmm... What a week that was...
I mean, it got me thinking: After night outs, do i really have friends?
Let me make things a little bit clearer...
It was a typical Saturnight. I was tired, as usual, from two exams i took earlier that day. I wanted to de-stress and have an all-out night-out.
usually, people flock towards me. I mean, I have VIP acces to the most happening bars in the metro, and i guess that is all you need to gain friends.
It is not unusual for me to receive a couple dozen text messages asking where i was going this saturnight...but on this particular saturnight it was just not happening.
By 9 in the evening, i was starting to feel the crunch...
Nooo. This could just not happen. I mean, how is a full-fledged partyphile, who has created his status by showing up at some of the best parties in this city down south , going to spend a saturnight at home?
Fortunatelty for me, i got hold of a college friend of mine and she accepted my invitation for a night out. I was glad, not ecstatic, just glad. I thought to myself "my magic has not worn out yet" becaus only I can invite someone for a night out a couple of minutes before the stroke of midnight.
But then, as she got all boozed up and started flirting with a guy old enough to be my father, i was starting to flirt with depression.
Yes. in the middle of a loud bar filled with beautiful (and not so beautiful) people, smoke, alcohol and the biting smell of pent up sexual energy, there i was...feeling lonely.
and for the first time in a very, very, very long time i asked myself a question.
i had such a hard time looking for someone to accompany me in my (ritual) saturday night out, and now that i am here (and not particularly enjoying the experience) , do i really have friends beyond the confines of these bars and clubs i (used to) so proudly call home?
yes. this is a confession of a partyphile
confession #1:
i go out every saturday night. i dance all my worries away, and i have a great time. i surround my self with old friends, new found friends, and prospective friends...
But at the end of the day, when im half asleep in my bed, watching replays of sex and the city, and nursing a bad hangover... i feel alone. very, very alone.
Although the title does not suggest a blog of rantings and emotions, that is what i will fill it with, on this..my very first post
Yes. I have been depressed these past few days, and that is what pushed me to create a blog. I wanted to have an an avenue to get things off my chest.
hmm... What a week that was...
I mean, it got me thinking: After night outs, do i really have friends?
Let me make things a little bit clearer...
It was a typical Saturnight. I was tired, as usual, from two exams i took earlier that day. I wanted to de-stress and have an all-out night-out.
usually, people flock towards me. I mean, I have VIP acces to the most happening bars in the metro, and i guess that is all you need to gain friends.
It is not unusual for me to receive a couple dozen text messages asking where i was going this saturnight...but on this particular saturnight it was just not happening.
By 9 in the evening, i was starting to feel the crunch...
Nooo. This could just not happen. I mean, how is a full-fledged partyphile, who has created his status by showing up at some of the best parties in this city down south , going to spend a saturnight at home?
Fortunatelty for me, i got hold of a college friend of mine and she accepted my invitation for a night out. I was glad, not ecstatic, just glad. I thought to myself "my magic has not worn out yet" becaus only I can invite someone for a night out a couple of minutes before the stroke of midnight.
But then, as she got all boozed up and started flirting with a guy old enough to be my father, i was starting to flirt with depression.
Yes. in the middle of a loud bar filled with beautiful (and not so beautiful) people, smoke, alcohol and the biting smell of pent up sexual energy, there i was...feeling lonely.
and for the first time in a very, very, very long time i asked myself a question.
i had such a hard time looking for someone to accompany me in my (ritual) saturday night out, and now that i am here (and not particularly enjoying the experience) , do i really have friends beyond the confines of these bars and clubs i (used to) so proudly call home?
yes. this is a confession of a partyphile
confession #1:
i go out every saturday night. i dance all my worries away, and i have a great time. i surround my self with old friends, new found friends, and prospective friends...
But at the end of the day, when im half asleep in my bed, watching replays of sex and the city, and nursing a bad hangover... i feel alone. very, very alone.
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