As soon as I woke up, my brother and I went straight to the dentist for my root canal maintenance. There was heavy traffic on the streets of Angeles due to the Sisig Festival that was recently held at the Nepo grounds. After the dentist, we headed straight to Smash Power badminton court at San Fernando to flex our muscles a bit. We played for two hours and our muscles were sore. After that, we hung out a bit at the gas station to rest and smoke.
The afternoon came and we invited Kuya Kris over to go with us at Angeles' favorite watering hole named Curved. We drank a bit and our eyes wallowed over the look-rich and eye-friendly environment of Balibago. After that, we tried to get in at Sax but Kuya Kris was wearing flops from Germany (which we made as an excuse for the stringent guard) but we were still denied entrance. Well, fuck em.
So we decided to try our luck at Halfway Lounge, and luckily, the sandals got in, after some very careful spy work. We hung out then drunk till our livers can't take anymore and partied until the wee hours of the morning.
The dawn was almost breaking when we got home and also our cousins got home from SM (Sophia Mae, located in the angeles red light district) with three more-than-your-average looking paypals. We ate ice cream then slept at 6. Our muscles were already sore before, but this takes it to a new level.
As soon as I woke up, my brother and I went straight to the dentist for my root canal maintenance. There was heavy traffic on the streets of Angeles due to the Sisig Festival that was recently held at the Nepo grounds. After the dentist, we headed straight to Smash Power badminton court at San Fernando to flex our muscles a bit. We played for two hours and our muscles were sore. After that, we hung out a bit at the gas station to rest and smoke.
The afternoon came and we invited Kuya Kris over to go with us at Angeles' favorite watering hole named Curved. We drank a bit and our eyes wallowed over the look-rich and eye-friendly environment of Balibago. After that, we tried to get in at Sax but Kuya Kris was wearing flops from Germany (which we made as an excuse for the stringent guard) but we were still denied entrance. Well, fuck em.
So we decided to try our luck at Halfway Lounge, and luckily, the sandals got in, after some very careful spy work. We hung out then drunk till our livers can't take anymore and partied until the wee hours of the morning.
The dawn was almost breaking when we got home and also our cousins got home from SM (Sophia Mae, located in the angeles red light district) with three more-than-your-average looking paypals. We ate ice cream then slept at 6. Our muscles were already sore before, but this takes it to a new level.
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haha.. guess the guard wasnt brand conscious... :D
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