I learned to love the taste of liquors. It seems that I was the last creature to know its delectable taste among my peers. But since I enjoyed its prescence in my system, drinking beer has been my weakness. We, my friends and I, were in the middle of our merrriment when a familiar face came in. He couldn't hide the fact that he was deplorably surprised when he saw me there; in a place where wings turned into horns and tails.

I looked at him proudly; trying to brag that I can live without him and can do things the way he does. But my intentions was not appreciated; he gave a malevolent glance-breaking myself into pieces.

I despise him. I really hated him since the day we met; when he smiled at me with ardent stare; when he sat with me with such respect; when he looked at me with his soulful eyes. I can't explain why he's acting like that. I should not get near to him. One more inch next to him will bring me insanity. Why is it so ardous for me to forget him? His every action strikes my heart in such manner that I couldn't stop myself but to fall..and I hate him for that!

Days pass by ordinarily-attending classes everyday, making requirements, chatting with my friends; all these things somehow killed my boredom. I never get used of these before but now I am comfortable of it. . . :c