pondering thoughts

La la la la la la lasing!

I hate being
drunk.

The light-headedness sensation, like the world is spinning - literally.
The momentarily urge to go to the johns or if it’s not a
convenient time, dark alleys would do just fine…
Or the certain mannerism people engaged to hint that he’s
drunk. Of course there are different sides of people and you’ll most probably
see it manifest when your jugging down beer or any liquors…
Going home with a new stale scent – too much beer de u
cologne…
The agony of a hangover the other day…
And not to mention throwing up…
But don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate drinking – I just hate
the post drama.

I love the taste of beer in my mouth and I’m saying that in a way
not to label myself as some kind of hard drinker for I only drink on occasions. Occasions
like parties, meet ups, or birthdays, just a night ago I received a call from a friend, seems that
they’re having a bit of a celebration at their house and invited me to come
over. After a rendezvous with another friend, we headed on a quick commute to
the said venue. Arriving there, it was
packed with people, relatives and friends all noisy chatting, singing with a ‘magic-sing’, eating and sometimes doing all those things at once. Our host
greeted us as he ushered for us to eat in their kitchen. Phillip is one of my friends
in college, noted MVP for great sportsmanship during our college intramurals
only to regret not being active in his former years, a silent type and a good
cook. In fact his mother told us that all the food we saw are of his recipe and
let me tell you that it’s was yummy! Odrale, the one I went with to get there
was also a friend back in college and quite the opposite of Phillip’s shyness –
loud and a bit of a prankster he had no qualms with people although he has
always been shy around sales people. Actually we were a pack of four me,
Phillip, Odrale, Innie who don’t have the luxury of joining us since she’d
migrated to manila so a sms message won’t hurt - she won’t be left out. We ate
and talk taking time to catch up with what’s going on with each or our
respective lives – agrrh I think I’m in a phrase in my life were I’m always
getting stuck a constant rot hehehe. The food was great there’s no denying that
it left us a tad sweaty afterwards, that and the weather nowadays so we opted
to go outside for air. Soon after a drinking session commenced I hesitated at
first but that cold beverage is just what I needed to start of another week of
just being me - living. Phillip’s barkadas and some random joes joined in as
they passed on a glass in turns one after the another. I noticed that I have a
separate glass at odds I say I’ll be the one to sleep at the table first,
what’s this some kind of a plot to get me drunk fast? It didn’t bother me though, as batches of
‘pulutan’ appears, Sisig with egg on a sizzling platter just like eating at a
fancy restaurant, hmm did I mention Phillip’s a good cook?! As it progressed
and after a few trips to the CR, we continued the random, funny and sometimes
senseless talk inside and decided to have some ‘videoke’ action. I contained
myself from taking the mic, heck I have no talent in that department, I just
sang along as others boisterously sang proud. We were tipsy by the last grande
and Odrale wants some coffee (although changed to hot chocolate instead) so we
set out to have one outside just a few blocks was MTS, a popular hangout with
their eclectic brands shops and bars. After that was as far as I could remember
hahaha riding a taxi I can only see blurs of light as it drove through the
empty streets. I was knock out cold when I got home, I changed into fresh clothes
and jumped to bed. I need not try to make myself sleepy by counting a herd of
sheep or thinking of some pressing issues, I was too sober that I presumably
snored through dreamland.

 

In the morning, I woke up to the sight of my sunlit room. My
eyes was squinting like being expose to glaring flashes illuminant photons but
it was just another new day. For a period of time I stared at the ceiling
mind’s a blank and then suddenly I felt a jolt on my stomach. I was about to
puke needless to say but I want to tell you the details hehehe. I got up still
tipsy and drowsy. My room was a mess (an ordered mess as I would like to call it) the shoes and clothes I wore that night laid on the
floor, I picked them and throw them in the hamper as I made my way to the
bathroom. I remember my first time it was back HS days I puked at the side of
the street and continued it at home hahaha memories from the past can sometimes
be funny. In that moment my stomach started to turn upside down burping to the
smell of beer I took off my clothes and sat on the bathroom floor. The coldness
of floor tiles sent shivers throughout my body. I turned the faucet as a steady
stream of water flowed. My mouth was numb as I salivate uncontrollably. I tried
to mimic what bulimic/ anorexic people are used to doing – forcing themselves
to throw up. I placed my hand inside my mouth and try to gag myself into
throwing up but I only recoiled with a cough and teary eyes. Moments later after
some focusing and what not, I began throwing up. My stomach was not accustomed to all the squeezing and purging process and yes puking does hurt. I loathe that feeling. I stared on
the floating mess below and entertained myself thinking this was what I had for
dinner, I saw bits and portions like a sample of everything I ate. There were
pineapple tidbits (since fibber rich foods takes long to digest and some can’t) from ‘afrida’, spaghetti noodles, ‘sisig’ bits and a chuck of meat from ‘patatim’ (what
did I do shove it me without chewing?!) and the murky reddish brown liquid
probably from the chocolate we had to conclude our night. It built up quite a
volume of water since larger pieces can’t go through them tiny drain holes. I
inhaled and then exhaled. Breathing deeply and steadily and felt relief. Gone
are the stomach grumblings. It’s a great feeling having that out of your system
like a streak of freshness that exudes throughout your body. However, I wasn’t
that fresh so I cleaned up and took a long shower. It’s amazing how fully
charged and new I felt after that, but all the voluntary/involuntary act of
throwing what I ate left me with a bit of a hunger and wondered what’s for lunch…
hope it’s any good.

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