Inuman, anyone?

Yesterday at 4pm while hallucinating at the office (hahaha, just had nothing to do then) i received a group message coming from Harry asking for a drinking spree. Hmmm here he is again, i bet its again about the cupid's world. Hahay gugma na jud na bay.

So there we go, we set a date later in the evening for a shot the world of liquors. Hmmm coming from the office I went straight to UM bolton and fetched him up. Clad in a stripe shirt with the usual backpack bag. He look stunningly great with the way he carries himself but the smile failed to hide the sorrow that those eyes held. He really was having a different aura, though still jolly he is not the same Harry that i knew and have shared the nights with in the past.

Twas only past six when we headed ourselves to Ilustre area looking for a perfect place to drain the bottles of beer. Since Pidoks was still bright as a morning sun, we decided to have our drinking session at shop and store where dimly lit place outside could be our domain of heartaches and misfortunes.

Bottles of redhorse were there witnessing two mortals as they tried to open up the burden deep within. And yes! my hunch is right. Its the effing love thingy that created that unusual sadness on his loving eyes.

We tried to lighten up the mood but we failed, those laughters served as a camouflage of the hurtings deep within. He is in love again. And again he is loving the wrong person. Or it could be he is loving the person at the wrong time. To add insult to the injury, the person he loved, loves someone else, and to make things worst, that someone else is part of our group! whew! Whatta complicated love triangle!

Every now and then, Harry would be looking in nothingness which i would abruptly disrupts his uncalled for emotional outburst. As bottles were down after the other, the wozzy duo were still going on fighting the emotional burden sharing in between takes the angst and pains of love. Hahay.Our nauseous state had caused to break some empty bottles which the incharge quickly called our attention and told us that we gonna pay for the damage. When asked about the amount, he told us that it cost us P3.00 per bottle, Harry then burst into a one big sinister laugh. Hmmm. with the "tatak sangre" remarks... CHIck!

Then we ended our night via a steaming hot encounter... BERI LAPS mode....

Isang inuman lang pala.... HARRY REMARKS....