When I got to Antipolo I boarded a tricycle. It stopped by a gas station in ML Quezon Ave to refuel. Near it, groups of drag racing bikers were forming.

When we got past the poultry farm, another tricycle appeared out of nowehere. And before I knew it, I was an unwilling passenger of a drag racing vehicle. Darnit. I may be a speed freak sometimes, but of course I'd like it if I was informed about it.

Admit One at Dish

Admit One at Dish

Orange and Lemons, Trish sings along.

Can't stop singing......

...is like living in a world of fanceeee....
...with all the beautiful people I know...
...making love in a world of vivid color...

Admit One at Dish

Admit One at Dish

Brian and his magnificent camera. Ey, if ever you develop some sort of cancer and want to give al your stuff away, reserved na yang cam na 'yan sa akin, a!

Ehehehehe, another tasteless, morbid joke...

PEACE!