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original post can be found at http://superbrat.multiply.com/journal/item/194/Work_Hard_Party_Smarter.
�Work hard, party smarter.�
Disclaimer: Sometimes, someone just needs to say it.
Gone are the days when everyone�s philosophy was �Work hard, party harder.� With me turning 25 this year and at the peak of the recession era, my new mantra is �Work hard, party SMARTER.� It took me a while to realize this but as soon as it hit me, it was like message from up above. I know some people just won�t change their ways but for me, it is just enough. I�ve been going out for as far as I can remember�started as early as high school, going on weekends at Hard Rock Caf� like it is the soiree of high-pitched estrogens and free-from-bondage testosterones. Sometimes I really can�t help but wonder�Why are we so atat then?
Last year was a different story though. Last year was THE year, my year for going out with my poss� non-stop�from themed parties to weekend cocktail extravaganzas to clubbing until the sun�s up. But together with the realizations I�ve had are the downfall of that exact same poss�I do respect them but it was a matter of choice and my happiness at hand. It just came to a point when I questioned, �How does this benefit me?� I mean, cocktails add another pound to my body, another bloat to my puson and another pinch to my soon-to-be ala-Manny Pacquiao arms. The next day is much worst�the hang over, the headache, the smell of smoke on my hair and being quite unproductive not just the next day but the next and the next. I would want to say that it was worth it for bonding but you know, friends are like boyfriends, there are those who are there only for the good times. Not everyone knew but it took the most toil on my relationship. Instead of cuddling, I am busy gulping, dancing and the worst culprit, camwhoring. I thought it did well for my relationship because we have a life outside �our� life not knowing that it was actually �the life� we were living. I was so busy stressing out on what to wear and even when I am there, I am keeping all ways possible to keep my poise as I steady my feet on my f-ing painful sky high heels (when I have to much vodka to drink). Soon enough, I forgot how to be a girl friend. My boyfriend, my cousins and my oldest friends watched as I made my way outside that shitty pit hole. Up to this day, I cannot believe how oblivious I am with the whole situation when everyone else knew. I am surprised that no one told me, I had to learn it on my own again. Some people handle things like this easily but I guess I am not one of them. I didn�t know how to juggle every person in my life in a way that no one gets lamang. Luckily, now I know and I must say this is the happiest I�ve ever been in months.
This year someone showed me the light. I knew who my real friends were. I knew who to surround myself with. I even came back to the old non-bitchy girl friend that spends QT with his bf on weekends (I think this is the most stable we�ve ever been). Best of all, I learned (yet again) the joy of shopping. Imagine not having to spend P200 on drinks (that�s just one glass and it is so dyahe naman to order just one) and P500 entrance fee (if you�re not in the GL) to a pointless night out that probably two weeks from now you will forget. It is much better to spend money on things that you can see and use and re-use. Things like these are not only fun while it lasted but LASTS. Before kc talaga, I can�t go like shopping all the time because I have to save up for the upcoming weekend. But now, when I see something I like, I can buy it na agad. I don�t have na to wait for sweldo and I am certainly not going to shed it for vodka (this upcoming weekend).
I am not saying that I will make kulong na lang forever. I am also not saying that I was badly influenced by other people because it was my life, my choice and my decisions. I am also not saying that I didn�t enjoy it back then. Actually, I even think that I enjoyed it too much that I was blinded by it. I�m also not making pakialam if some people still live the same lifestyle because I know naman some people can afford it and it is their sort of their happiness (�To each his own� pa rin). All I am saying is, now, I am more (the word is) AWARE. I still enjoy nice bars but I want to enjoy it with the company of people who will be good for me. I still like dressing the part, vodka 7 is still my signature drink and hindi pa din mawawala ang camwhoring but ONCE IN A WHILE na lang. Anyway, you don�t get through recession by depriving yourself but being SMART.
Last year was a different story though. Last year was THE year, my year for going out with my poss� non-stop�from themed parties to weekend cocktail extravaganzas to clubbing until the sun�s up. But together with the realizations I�ve had are the downfall of that exact same poss�I do respect them but it was a matter of choice and my happiness at hand. It just came to a point when I questioned, �How does this benefit me?� I mean, cocktails add another pound to my body, another bloat to my puson and another pinch to my soon-to-be ala-Manny Pacquiao arms. The next day is much worst�the hang over, the headache, the smell of smoke on my hair and being quite unproductive not just the next day but the next and the next. I would want to say that it was worth it for bonding but you know, friends are like boyfriends, there are those who are there only for the good times. Not everyone knew but it took the most toil on my relationship. Instead of cuddling, I am busy gulping, dancing and the worst culprit, camwhoring. I thought it did well for my relationship because we have a life outside �our� life not knowing that it was actually �the life� we were living. I was so busy stressing out on what to wear and even when I am there, I am keeping all ways possible to keep my poise as I steady my feet on my f-ing painful sky high heels (when I have to much vodka to drink). Soon enough, I forgot how to be a girl friend. My boyfriend, my cousins and my oldest friends watched as I made my way outside that shitty pit hole. Up to this day, I cannot believe how oblivious I am with the whole situation when everyone else knew. I am surprised that no one told me, I had to learn it on my own again. Some people handle things like this easily but I guess I am not one of them. I didn�t know how to juggle every person in my life in a way that no one gets lamang. Luckily, now I know and I must say this is the happiest I�ve ever been in months.
This year someone showed me the light. I knew who my real friends were. I knew who to surround myself with. I even came back to the old non-bitchy girl friend that spends QT with his bf on weekends (I think this is the most stable we�ve ever been). Best of all, I learned (yet again) the joy of shopping. Imagine not having to spend P200 on drinks (that�s just one glass and it is so dyahe naman to order just one) and P500 entrance fee (if you�re not in the GL) to a pointless night out that probably two weeks from now you will forget. It is much better to spend money on things that you can see and use and re-use. Things like these are not only fun while it lasted but LASTS. Before kc talaga, I can�t go like shopping all the time because I have to save up for the upcoming weekend. But now, when I see something I like, I can buy it na agad. I don�t have na to wait for sweldo and I am certainly not going to shed it for vodka (this upcoming weekend).
I am not saying that I will make kulong na lang forever. I am also not saying that I was badly influenced by other people because it was my life, my choice and my decisions. I am also not saying that I didn�t enjoy it back then. Actually, I even think that I enjoyed it too much that I was blinded by it. I�m also not making pakialam if some people still live the same lifestyle because I know naman some people can afford it and it is their sort of their happiness (�To each his own� pa rin). All I am saying is, now, I am more (the word is) AWARE. I still enjoy nice bars but I want to enjoy it with the company of people who will be good for me. I still like dressing the part, vodka 7 is still my signature drink and hindi pa din mawawala ang camwhoring but ONCE IN A WHILE na lang. Anyway, you don�t get through recession by depriving yourself but being SMART.
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