My name is Febbie Anne Flores , a soda addict. And I’ve been sober for a year now but I still am longing for a glass of ice cold Coca Cola or Sprite whenever I eat pizza or adobong mani. I still drool every time I hear a bottle of soda being popped open, giving off an enticing aroma of carbonated liquid. Just writing about it now makes me drool. Waaaaaa!!!! I really cannot believe I was able to endure this. It took me a while before I could actually appreciate iced tea (pasintabi kay ditch). You may be laughing now, but this is such a big deal for me. For someone who had been substituting water with soda since childhood, being able to endure not taking even just a sip of it for almost a year now is such an achievement.
For how long I will remain soda sober, I do not know. My self-imposed rehabilitation is not a whimsical endeavor though. I do not intend take a gulp of Coke or Royal unless otherwise I’m done with graduate school and/or I am fluent with French already. I need a rather strong motivation to accomplish either or both of these. If I will not be able to realize any one of these, I have to be soda-free for the rest of my life and that is just as worst as reclusion perpetua for me.
pebi talking in gibberish again around 2:50 PM
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