Give It Up To Me

I just had my second yoga class (yesterday) and met some incredibly good looking persons. Too bad I only paid for a month session (thrice a week for four weeks) of excruciating body aches and ligament pains, but I think that that would enough nonetheless to correct my posture and to improve my flexibility.

This day is uneventful, really, aside from the fact that my Alma Mater's (UST's) Volleyball Team won the Shakey's V-League against San Sebastian College, and I ate yet another Big Mac (contrary to what our Acharya is *imposing), and I am currently drowning pills after pills of pain medications.


I happened to check our Boracay pictures at my laptop and then poof—like an apparition from Ganesha, the elephant god, I remembered this familiar face that *I think* I saw, er, *I know I saw* at Boracay (if I’m not mistaken). I checked his blog and yup, I was not just hallucinating nor experiencing a delusion of grandeur. He, indeed, was there.


Too bad I don’t have my digicam when he was there at the beachside. And as far as I know he’s staying in a different hotel than ours. The regrets.

The man, and his pictures (from his site), is posted theretofore:


those cheekbones and hazel eyes...


the eyebrow piercing looks sexy though...


"why are you staring me like that?"


such fine, fine young man


and yup, that's his name.

And lastly, our picture together:


that's my feet right there (in high heels, of course).

I'm speechless.

The only thing I could say, well, is "Have a lovely day."

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