Literally on the rooftop of Angeles Candipilas. It's a rooftop lounge. I visit it at least once every time I travel to Angeles. According to a friend who lives there, ordinary Filipinos can only dream of going to a place like this. In fact, Candipilas itself is a place that ordinary people can't even dream of owning, and even a bank employee was surprised and envious when they came to withdraw money to buy a Candipilas. This statement always stimulates my desire to feel a sense of superiority, no matter how much I try to hide my snobbery and fantasies, which are deeply rooted in my heart.

When my friend was at work, I mustered up the courage and went alone. As soon as the elevator door opened, I deliberately slowed down my pace. For one reason only!

I can't look poor!!!

Honestly, my financial situation was so tight that I'd get nervous after just two mango shakes, but I acted as if I had driven a personal yacht or plane from Dubai.

When I arrived at the rooftop, the swimming pool water sparkled blue, and Caucasians were laughing while drinking cocktails. The scorching heat of midday seemed to be cooler here, closer to the sky, as a refreshing breeze brushed past my cheeks. There was also a billiards table, and I quickly scanned the guests, their natural and everyday demeanor, and resolved to blend in with them without feeling out of place.

I sat at a table with a natural stride, as if I came here every day, and for a moment, my mind went blank when I saw the prices on the menu. Why is everything so expensive!! But I nonchalantly started looking for the cheapest item on the menu. It would have been embarrassing if it took too long to find the menu, so I quickly checked the prices and looked for something that wasn't the absolute cheapest, but still on the affordable side, and could also fill me up. It was difficult to find an English menu that fit these criteria quickly. However, in a place like this, maintaining appearances was more important, so I couldn't hold onto the menu for too long. Without knowing what it was or how it tasted, I just roughly checked the prices and called the waiter, ordering as naturally as possible.

When the food arrived, I deliberately ate slowly. I didn't want to look like I was starving.

Every time I took a sip of Coke, I calculated in my head.

This bite is equivalent to one meal at a canteen. This sip is equivalent to a few glasses of gulaman...

Yet, strangely, I felt good.

The breeze was cool, and the view of Angeles from the highest point was picturesque.

For a moment, I was under the illusion that I was a truly successful person.

What's so great about life? You live for the thrill of showing off like this once in a while.

When I asked for the bill and took out money and a tip from my wallet, I felt like a conglomerate chairman signing a corporate acquisition agreement.

On the way down in the elevator, I puffed out my chest for no reason. Humans are so simple.

Just by looking at the scenery and having a meal at an expensive place, I suddenly felt like a winner in life.

I once brought some bar girls here after paying for their bar fines, and all the bar girls (3 of them) were on the verge of fainting.

When I asked them why, with a hint of anticipation, they said it was too luxurious and that they had never been to a place like this before, and they kept taking pictures with their phones.

Of course, I put on a nonchalant expression, as if this was nothing, and with all my might, I exuded superiority and reveled in the feeling of victory. The exhilarating feeling at that moment is indescribable. Of course, after coming back once, I have to eat cup noodles the next day...

This is why people need money and strive to become rich.

Five stars for satisfying the most basic human desires. The taste is not important. However, the taste is also passable.