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Wednesday, September 29, 2004


I have the slightest idea what pushed me to write this yesterday after having my lunch. Maybe it was because of the 4 or 5 (who's counting?) bottles of Strong Ice I drank while bonding with Gea and Aina Monday night. Maybe it was the realization that I was not a wee-bit tipsy after all those bottles, that I even managed to drive from Makati to Pasay then to Pasig. This is a really babaw poem but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Aehehehehe!

It started with Champagne
and Shirley Temple
Met them when I was nine
They tasted really good
They always left me feeling fine

In my 2nd year in highschool,
That’s when I started going out
My dad would hand me some money
And would tell me to check some drinks out

When I get home he would ask,
“What did you have tonight?”
Bailey’s, Mai Tai and Pinacolada,
Would always be my reply

It only got worse in college
When Jose Cuervo became my friend
We would always get together at parties
But he’d never make it to my bed
I would leave him in the toilet bowl
With chunks and pieces of what I ate
Although he tasted pretty good in the beginning
There was something about him I couldn’t take

So I stopped seeing all the boys
I really hate Mr. Cuervo to this day
I’m just happy I found a new friend
And Margarita was her name

She’s so sexy, she’s so cool
You should see her in shaven ice
But when you have too much of her
She suddenly stops being very nice

Did I tell you about Goldschlagger?
He’s the richest one of all
He also had a thing for cinnamon
And he liked giving away his gold

Other members of the gang
Were brothers Kurant, Citron and Mandarin
There’s also the muse, Tequila Rose
She’s Mr. Cuervo’s distant cousin

When I started saving my money,
I was introduced to the family of Beer
They didn’t taste as good as the others
But they were hella cheap

I was taken with Super Dry
But yeah, she was pretty frigid
So I shifted to San Mig Light
No excitement there, I’ll admit it

Do you remember Cerveza Negra?
And how her golden tan glistened in the sun
I don’t understand why some people didn’t like her
Even though she was different,
To me, she was lotsa fun

Then I started mountain climbing
There I met Mr. Gin
At first I didn’t like him
But in the end, I started filling him to the brim

Right now, I’ll stick to Strong Ice
I met Red Horse and he gave me a real kick
Can you believe someone was proposing to me
But because of Red Horse, I fell asleep

Many dizzy, drunken nights
Spent laughing with my friends
But I don’t think I ever asked you, my liver,
Are we already hanging by a very thin thread?

You’ve never given up on me
Remember when I had Hepa A?
Even through all my boy troubles,
You were behind, err…
inside me all the way.

But the night is young, and so are we,
And only God can make a tree
So my Atay, before we die,
Let’s drink to that and make campai!

about moi

Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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