Helluva Hangover


Woke up later than my usual 9 am alarm because my head was spinning like I was in a small boat in the middle of the Pacific, waves slapping violently side by side. Only that I was wearing a pretty dress, smudged eyeliners that could mistake me for the Kungfu Panda and a hair that has never seen a brush for a century —– and then…..WOAH! How the hell did I get to my bed looking like this? Right then and there I knew that recollecting what happened might bring so many things I hope I could already forget.

Not the best morning of my life – bad hangover and an angry parent for having to experience the deluge that I have been last night.. or morning? HAHAHA.

All I could remember was that I went to my first ever acquaintance party in Law School. It was great. It felt great. I was feeling beautiful and I hope I looked exactly what I felt. After a loooong time, we had to party. Along with a few people I’ve been with for just over a month of struggles and late night studying, I was really determined to party hard and have fun. But fun had its limits, too.  I’m not always as great as I want myself to be. But I try to…with bumps and occasional disasters.

From the pieces I’ve gathered that I’ve tried to connect – there were laughable moments and of course, disappointing ones too. I am a bit disappointed at myself If I had to look at someone else’s perspective. If only I had to consider ONLY myself, just me — I was happy it happened because I know it didn’t happen often. Another item to strike off my crazy list. It felt bad-ass until the hangover happened! The hangover, as it was also my first time, was the only thing that warranted me that I’m not gonna be drinking in a long time. Also, the puking was exhausting and disgusting. I had to say sorry over and over again to my friend whose pants I literally puked on. Not the best night for him and his pants.

Oh well, now I’m writing this because although I’m starting to get over with what happened –  I know my Papa hasn’t yet. We didn’t talk since last night and I know he’s pissed. I don’t blame him. But I hope he realizes that he has gone through this already – he has been a foolish young adult once in his life too. It wouldn’t be growing up without the occassional stumbles and falls that leave scars or marks or memories that would really make us grow up.

It’s hard growing up in a home where you’re the only one whose not an adult yet. It’s hard to act mature and uptight always. Hard to take responsibilities when all you want to do is have fun sometimes and let loose. Its hard when their eyes are always watching you guarding your every move. I’m happy that they care but sometimes it can be a bit suffocating. But hey, I’m not complaining! I should be responsible with my decisions and actions too, right? Although i can’t really promise that I won’t be drinking again but at least I know where my limits lie…already.

But for now, I’ll have to deal with the photos of the beautiful disaster that is last night’s party.

I’m not discouraging you from drinking but like what they always say — Drink Moderately. 🙂


CHEERS! Hahaha too early a pun, i guess.