pardon the lack of visuals. photobucket is not exactly cooperating and Mr.Friendster has decided to jilt me anew as my attempt to upload fresh Bora photos proved to be futile.
i am itching to read my friends' messages and comments on my Bora adventure. and i really am going to barge into a net shop tomorrow just to browse over my Friendster missive.
i know. i know. i am starting to sound like a crackhead - blabbering about Bora and nothing else.
i can't help it. really. i'm Bora intoxicated. and i am on a high still.
actually, i could still feel the warmth of the Bora sun on my skin.
hehehehe
it's coz i got it tattoed on my back. really...i'll upload it here, as soon as the cyber geniuses find means and ways to make the traffic a tad bearable.
imagine? Friendster's down for two days now?
humpht.
and for the wonderful people silently following my adventures...
standby.
the month of flowers is just starting...and there's a lot of exciting things bound to happen and wonderful people to meet.
ciao.
About Me
- barbs
- i am: a poem. a song. a sonnet.student of life.dangerously charming.reluctant hearthrob.wicked softie. poet in recluse,writer at heart.sportswriter in perpetuity.grounded romantic.reformed caffeine addict.photojournalist wannabe.closet diva.digs poetry readings.coffee talks.museum talks.nights on Bora beach.Neruda disciple.Coelho fan.frustrated rockstar.miffed painter.teacher.mentor.coach.counselor.sister.friend.
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