How it all started

I buuilt this blog to chronicle my suka moments...
Well, my lola she told me, well she told me not to drink...
But then due to my eagerness to explore my limitations, I decided to drink more than my body can take. And thus the suka moments began...

Way back in college, i felt shame everytime i puke in public. Being in a respected sorority in college, I always make sure i know where to puke. But then i have to swallow my principle, chew it a little, and let it out, throw it out... and i felt relieved. satisfied. thus liberated.

And from the well-known beach in Miag-ao called MARINA, to the humble abode of our KAMALIG in PARARA, up to the warm corners of my room... i started practicing the ART of SUKA!!!! kewlness, ayt?!