The Evil of Bora
Eversince the Birthday Season (May 31 to July 23) in our gang (wow!! Just like Gangrene Gang--very good choice of word) started, we had our favorite amalgam in most of our sessions: Bora.
Although it is a proven fact that Bora transforms humans into two-way faucets, we still had it as a favorite on top of the session tables. I've reached the point of hating it---that point is now!!!
Last night, we attended the Season Ender, which is Meanne's debut party. I thought I already know how to handle Bora----that my system is used to it and have no problem about it. We had some formal party first and then came the pitcher which contained the hostility of that Light Brown Liquid.
The cups rolled around the table. I was even singing Toxic (which was supposed to be a duet between Jam and me!!)---and the lines made sense when I sang, "INTOXICATE ME NOW".
Midnight, some have already left, and some were joining our table. I was teasing the others who couldn't take it anymore... "TIRIS!!" The irony of it came when it was my turn to lie around the seats, dance around like a freak, and get harassed by two men (IMAGINE!!! But don't worry; my records are still clean...).
And after lying on the chairs for only-god-knows-how-many-hours-passed-by, I stood up and prayed on the procelain bowl--DAMN IT-----I HAVE AN INTENSE FEAR IN VOMITING!!!
I REALLY HATE VOMITING!!!
My friends advised that I should let it out--but I didn't want to do it. I NEVER ENJOY VOMITING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! And so, the good thing about Bora is that it gives you a two-way-road.
Yes!! I found the toilet bowl glinting and inviting me with its heavenly sopranic humming (like when someone gets resurrected). And relief took over.
Or so I thought.
The day hasn't arrived yet and I started to feel dizzier every minute. The evil of Bora attacked once more through my throat--gotta let it out!! Gotta let it out!!! (At that point, I remember what I would always tell my father--"Never drink too much if you can't handle yourself well with the effect.")
Just spit. Spit it out. spit spit spit. Next time, pleeeeease---NEVER DRINK TOO MUCH EVER AGAIN. I'm so thankful the birthday season is over!!
So much for being a drunkard.
Although it is a proven fact that Bora transforms humans into two-way faucets, we still had it as a favorite on top of the session tables. I've reached the point of hating it---that point is now!!!
Last night, we attended the Season Ender, which is Meanne's debut party. I thought I already know how to handle Bora----that my system is used to it and have no problem about it. We had some formal party first and then came the pitcher which contained the hostility of that Light Brown Liquid.
The cups rolled around the table. I was even singing Toxic (which was supposed to be a duet between Jam and me!!)---and the lines made sense when I sang, "INTOXICATE ME NOW".
Midnight, some have already left, and some were joining our table. I was teasing the others who couldn't take it anymore... "TIRIS!!" The irony of it came when it was my turn to lie around the seats, dance around like a freak, and get harassed by two men (IMAGINE!!! But don't worry; my records are still clean...).
And after lying on the chairs for only-god-knows-how-many-hours-passed-by, I stood up and prayed on the procelain bowl--DAMN IT-----I HAVE AN INTENSE FEAR IN VOMITING!!!
I REALLY HATE VOMITING!!!
My friends advised that I should let it out--but I didn't want to do it. I NEVER ENJOY VOMITING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! And so, the good thing about Bora is that it gives you a two-way-road.
Yes!! I found the toilet bowl glinting and inviting me with its heavenly sopranic humming (like when someone gets resurrected). And relief took over.
Or so I thought.
The day hasn't arrived yet and I started to feel dizzier every minute. The evil of Bora attacked once more through my throat--gotta let it out!! Gotta let it out!!! (At that point, I remember what I would always tell my father--"Never drink too much if you can't handle yourself well with the effect.")
Just spit. Spit it out. spit spit spit. Next time, pleeeeease---NEVER DRINK TOO MUCH EVER AGAIN. I'm so thankful the birthday season is over!!
So much for being a drunkard.
