HUMANIZING BORA

Camwhoring, a self-consummated prostitution, is the catharsis of my pooing soul trapped in the john of boredom and idleness. And the pity subject of my affection is, the so-called paradise exhibited in Aklan. Boracay it is.

I had given the chance to be there, granted that I would liquidate all my expenses afterwards which honestly I haven’t done yet.

And as I arrived home, friends, aside from clamoring for their basalubong, they repetitively asked this nagging question: how’s bora?

“Mura’g dagat” There it went, my sarcasm-produced answer.

------not yet done..kapoyg type:D ehehehe

desperate, boredom

dunno, but i have to cut my hair to ease this damn feeling...

say goodbye to this damn hair..