2.5

yesterday night, we went to tubataha in timog, q.c. to have a chat over a few bottles of beers. it was as though we have not tasted a drop of alcohol in years when in fact, a few nights earlier, we've been at it at a quiet beach in puerto galera. these days, our booze nights have become more frequent and each episode was a revelation in itself. take for example the fact that our boss was still here and that we're right smack in the middle of work week but it did not hinder us from going at it, right until the wee hours of the morning. everytime we did this, we learn more about each other and just when you thought you knew what was happening, the blindfold was taken out of your eyes and so were the plugs that covered your ears. the ghosts of the past stared you in the eye and you had no recourse but to challenge them head on while screaming at the top of your lungs. in the end you feel liberated and at the same time bound by the truths and secrets that you now share with this intimate company. you go home wondering if it were all true and after 2.5 hours of slumber, you go back to the real world with real responsibilities and a growing anticipation of the next drop of bitter nectar to soothe your tired soul.