Z Softdrink

The aftertaste still makes me cringe and want to throw up. Even though I gulped considerable amounts of water, it's polluting taste. Why in the world did I think of drinking the unholy contents of that blasted plastic cup. I didn't have even the least bit of pleasure when I drank it, and after that, hell broke loose in my tongue. I just want that taste to go away! What is this evil liquid? It's black and bubbly and smells like some witch brew only made in labs. Just the smell of it gives me the creeps. I know lots of you like it. Drink it till there's no tomorrow. Well, I usually don't. Especially if it's served in a plastic cup. The black liquid is none other than a popular softdrink that's black and bubbly. Let's name this drink Z.

Z is VERY famous. I think in every continent, it's known throughout. Here, there's even a catchy jingle to it. And with lots of people devouring it everyday, it can be our most favorite sweetheart if it was a person. It sponsors so many things and is even present in a contest that rhymes with the words Pelican Mydoll.

Oh but I LOATHE it. It's my Draco Malfoy to every Harry Potter. My Javert to a Jean Valjean. My Simon to every Paula. Curse its name! Curse it!

But I wasn't always this way. About 3 years ago, I was like every normal human being. I rejoiced at its presence and thirst for more whenever it ran out. I would saver the black liquid as it touched my lips and had a devotion for it. Then, I read some scandalizing facts about it. Like, to dilute one glass of Z you have to drink 20 glasses of water and some other stuff concerning sugar and preserve(atives). I still drank though. But I water binged. Ugh. Stuffing water into your already full mouth makes you feel as if you're drowning.

Then something happened that changed EVERYTHING.......

I was supposed to buy a juice rhyming with Frisky or Pesky. It bought for 10 pesos. So I said to the tindera, "Pesky, manang.". Seconds later, she handed me some cold drink I thought was Frisky. I walked out of the store and sipped Pesky but the liquid that reached my lips was Z. Uh-oh. I wasn't in a Z moment back then and there was plenty of Z in that cup. There was no other choice but to drink everything......and my devotion stopped.

Its taste isnow alien to my tongue. And I don't drink it even though my family somehow loves it. I should too because my grandfather worked for Z once. They think it's...what's the word...self-denial? Truth be told, I just feel sick whenever I drink it. I only drink it now once in a very blue moon (like now). I'm not stopping anyone from drinking the Z drink. It might prevent cancer for all I care. Right now though, I'd rather drink the soup of balut.