antipolo

i remembered the day when me and two of my bestest friends went to antipolo just for the heck of it. the barkada was supposed to meet up at Mcdo Philcoa, as usual. and only the three of us showed up, as usual. sharing a pack of cig and drinking out hearts away, we looked down on the city (we were seated at the middle of Padi's and we can only see so much. icky lovers occupied most of the overlooking tables.)

we promised ourselves we would have special someones when we return there. pledged to leave our vices behind. it's been light years since and we still hadn't come back to Padi's. i wouldn't mind going there again, screw if i have a special someone. my 2 bestest friends are enough. they'd be my special someones. 

i still smoke every once in a while anyways.