Two nights ago, we stood in the middle of Retiro talking about "us" and debating whether Starbucks is the perfect place for an ultimate-bonding-experience moment or not. We stayed there for probably an hour or two, waiting for a cab to pull up. Probably a dozen cabs pulled up. We didn't get into any of those.
Yesterday afternoon after getting our haircut, we decided to go to West Ave. to pick-up some CD's from this doctor. After, we walked a couple of blocks to this commercial building somewhere near SM North but realized we've nothing to do there. He remembered he has gift certificates for Saisaki so we decided to check out that Saisaki branch in West Ave. which was near Quezon Ave. And yes, you guessed right. We walked all the way from almost-SM North to Quezon Ave., probably 2-3 kilometers long. We still talked about "us" and some other random stuff while walking hand-in-hand, under the scorching heat of the sun. We got reservations for dinner at Saisaki then went off to watch 2 tricycle drivers beat the hell out of one another.
I normally would'nt "hangout" - if you call it that - on busy streets because I super hate the noise the jeepneys make or the constant honking of thos stupid drivers who can't wait for the red light to turn green but I didn't even notice any of those in the two situations given...
Hai. You really are something.
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