Last night, at the onset of a public signal number 3 storm, I was in Makati partying with some of my classmates. It was King's birthday celebration party, and it was a blast.

Drink all you can - why not? Seize the opportunity! Never mind the thousands of calories! Feel free to feel the guilt afterwards! Darn.

Cocktails and shots went endless until waaaay past midnight. We were seated in front of the bar, so imagine all drinks were tasted by us, of course, before they go to the right drinker.

In the midst of loud music and partying people, I made a realization: My alcohol intake tolerance level is surprisingly high. Maybe that's why after everything I had last night, I just felt tipsy but after sometime, I'm all well again, ready to take another round.

When I discussed this with my mom, she said maybe I inherited something from my dad she definitely don't like. According to her, my dad is like a funnel when it comes to drinking.

I was kind of glad about it. So far, I've never been wasted after drinking. For me, wasted people are trying hard and kind of cheap. But the thing is, I was kind of afraid, too. Now that I know my alcohol tolerance, I'm afraid of drinking so much, much that I would gain big belly and lot of pounds.

Self-control is really a virtue.

By the way, thanks Pa.





*To all people who love being wasted: Why drink an amount of alcohol you know you can't handle? Practice self-control and learn to feel yourself, dude. It's not cool to vomit everything around.

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