mahilig ako magpost ng kalasingan pero this one id say is a little spiced, though. this happened a few weeks ago.
i am wondering how long have i been in this state — instinctively quenching myself in thirst of being not alone. well, i‘m a happy-go-lucky guy which makes others think that i may not be serious in life. little they know, at my back lies a somber one.
sometimes i think i may be lacking something. or maybe it‘s tha charisma. or maybe my disheartening past experience is calling the shots. or maybe again it‘s my sexuality that i‘m still here in my dim closet. though, i never have any intentions of becoming too loud of being that for i want to stay the same and i want to keep it occult. but how am i going to enter into something if do not know who i am.
last night i wasn't really expecting something. there was an annual event in school where all year levels would come celebrate the night with booths, shows, lights, sky lanterns, fireworks, and what not. and there was a loud music while all of us danced frenziedly. it was an exhausting night so i looked up for my friends to take the smoldering heat to a break before we all collapse. it took me no more than five minutes to find them but as i found them, they were with quite a few companion.
you wanna join a drink?
i never renounce any invitations like that. when it comes to drinking, it would always be hard for me to say no. thereafter, in the middle of the crowd i sought and invited, too my best friend who told me she quit drinking and will just have something to drink other than alcohol. are you trying to be a comedienne? just tell me so i would laugh my ass off. i thought it was me being a malevolent influence to her.
it was all set for us to go to a place where we would spin our heads. it was my first time to get there, and rumors said that students from our college were banned in the vicinity for some brawling matters. nevertheless, we still made our way in. honestly, aside from its electrifying blue lights in front of the bistro, there wasn't any festive in the place compared to other places i‘ve been. anyway, i personally disliked the place.
since it was an unplanned carousal, we were skimping ourselves on what to drink. and so a night with malt bottles. it took us five to six buckets of beer to spend the night high. what made us more euphoric than we should‘t be were our consecutive bottoms up like a machine. we were actually calling it a night though when someone proposed a dare. a dare which pulled us into some dirty things and thus, we ordered another bucket to stay liquored up.
the dare: kiss the opposite sex. it was the group who is doing all the teasing and random pairing, so there‘s no turning back.
it wasn't long before i realized i had kissed two girls; the one with my friend and the other one was someone i don't know whom i thought a good kisser since she tried to tongue me. perhaps, i was a disappointment for her by not returning back or didn't at least have an initiative to roll in. well, for a person like me whose not used of these stuff or sort of things, it came to me as obscure but at same time interesting. so perked up since i had the camera, everything was recorded as no one would finish kissing unless captured. in which case, the trails and all the evidences and all things that would put them right into corner were on me.
everyone was going wild. there were some that caught our attention who both peed downstairs but were so held up as if they have no plans coming back. for all one knows, they could be taking on the best part of it. and some even makeout with the same sex. it came to my senses that this is all fucked up but fuck it.
fortunately, i was still able to pull myself together and ride home. however to top it all, right after the next day i asked myself as i was passing by them a ghost, did something happened last night?
it was all drawn out in water, wasn't it?