STOW AWAY









I thought that my saturday night would be just another typical night back at home. When i went out from the office, twas around 5:30 in the afternoon. When i reach home, i got a message from Charles. FYI this guy is on stowaway since thursday for reasons we dont know about. He asked to borrow for a money because accordingly he's very hungry.



Out of my curiosity to know his reasons for doing it, and also my being a kind hearted fellow especially to someone who became close to my heart back at work, i fetched him up at Roxas.

Gone were the stylish Charles that i know of. Gone were the baby Carlos' great aura that i became a fan of back at work. Donning his yellow polo shirt, he approached me and gave me a tight hug with a wry smile. A smile that symbolized tiredness and emptiness. I smell liquor on his breath.

"Why are you doing this?" was all i could utter as I embraced him once more.
"Im tired of my life, I am not happy anymore, i want to be set free, i want to go back to Manila" the very first lines he uttered.



If thats what you want then why the hell you are doing this, why not speak your mind out... Thats what i told him as we were looking for a place to dine in. In our walk, we passed by Malativas Restaurant in Bonifacio, there we go, had our dinner.



After the dinner we sang our hearts out over a bottle of Red Horse. Yeah we did sing even if our voices were as bad as you can imagine. At the other table were groups of friends who were all good singers but still we manage to get our own doze of fun with our songs. I remember we sang together Wherever you will Go, Say That You Love Me and other couple of songs. People were giving us an unusual stares with our unusual sweetness together. Oh well damn naughty people's mind.

We then headed to their house to drop something there and off we walk by the empty streets along Villamor. With our woobly walk and dizzy mindsets, he was holding me up shoulder to somehow get a balance, while i was just supporting my other should unto his back oh well butt it is. Haha the butt that i got envy with. Wishing it was mine. A perfect butt indeed. Anyway, along our way a habal habal passed by where we got a ride. On our ride he was starting to kiss me over my neck then to my ears. Oh uh what the hell is he doing!? Then i tried to stop him as i look at him but i was stunned as his lips touched mine. I dont know what to do, i just thought it might be a great adventure to be kissing someone riding a motorcycle along the streets of metro davao, and to top it all he is a HE. Imagine the adventure. Oh yes, i gave back the kisses as we savour the sweetness of this saliva exchange act that is so called torrid kiss....

.... i woke up in my birthday suit in an unfamiliar territory. Charles wasnt with me anymore, he have flown to nowhere. I am in room 422 of Sampaguita Inn. HUH. What the hell happened last night?!?

AS OF THIS WRITING... Baby Carlos isnt home yet, he is not communicating with me either... I just wish him all the best

November 25, 2007 in All about life's ir