Dining with the fockers in a wild, wild west resto, hailing a cab with a driver who asked for bloody expensive fare, going to a graduation party, riding in a motorcycle under the rain, watching a movie in the theater, eating together with people with scrutinizing eyes, drinking with the oldies, drinking tanduay for the very first time(I so hate this liqour. it reminds me of my deceased grandfather.), going in and out to/from the CR because my gallbladder is always full, postponing my bloody diet, trying to appear calm when under scrutiny, enjoying every minute of anything, manage to board in an aircondition room, piss off by a mortal’s lack of patience, confuse about the way things are working, enjoying oneself in an unknown territory, trying to finish reading “The Alchemist”, enjoy watching co-passengers, trying to care for those important people, and of course getting xxxx. Jeezzz..This is life indeed!

This is the wild, wild west resto I’m talking about. The place is not big, but it’s quite great. I love the antique western decors in there.

Yeah, that’s me in the maroon jacket. Lolers.

Drinking session with the oldies after the graduation farty.
































