Daiquiri

CHAPTER I INTRODUCTION A. Basic Information of the Company A.1 Name of the Company Tanduay Distillers, Inc. (TDI) was incorporated in the Philippines as Twin Ace Holdings, Inc. (Twin Ace) on May 10, 1988. The Philippine Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) approved the change in the corporate name of Twin Ace to Tanduay Distillers Inc. (TDI) A.2 Nature of the Business: Tanduay Distillers Inc. is primarily engaged in, operates, conducts and maintains the business of manufacturing,…

Hemingway once said, “I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?” Throughout his life, Hemingway battled with various mental illnesses, such as depression and alcoholism. Suicide has also been a tragic recurring event in his life. He reflects his own personal struggles in his short stories,“A Clean, Well-Lighted Place,” and “Indian Camp.” He also discusses PTSD through the character of Krebs in “Soldier’s Home.” In “Indian Camp,” readers see Nick Adams as a…

pool with my sister. The temperature was 89 degrees and a little cool breeze. The pool was the perfect temperature to cool us off whenever we got too hot. Another thing I would always do when I was too hot, was go to to the bar and get a strawberry daiquiri. My sister was a fan of the piña colada, but I didn’t like them because of the pineapple. I loved the pool, but I thought the beach was much better. You had more room to run around and play sports and do fun activities. My family would always…

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The hermit set out of camp at midnight, carrying his backpack and his bag of break-in tools, and threaded through the forest, rock to root to rock, every step memorized. Not a boot print left behind. It was cold and nearly moonless, a fine night for a raid, so he hiked about an hour to the Pine Tree summer camp, a few dozen cabins spread along the shoreline of North Pond in central Maine. With an expert twist of a screwdriver, he popped open a door of the dining hall and slipped inside, scanning…