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The Yoga Disaster

One of the great things about being polyphasic is that my friends are on awful sleep schedules. Some of them stay up until 7am, others wake up at 7am, so at any given time there's a good chance that I have awake friends.

This morning at 7am Hayden calls and asks if I want to do yoga with him. Of course I do. This is the hot yoga, "Bikram", which literally translated means "the most severe torture known to man that somehow hotties can handle".

I hop in my car and head to his place. Hmm. The ride seems a little rough. Not to get too sidetracked, but I thought it would be really cool if I bought 19" rims instead of the stock 16" rims. It looks fantastic, but these stupid wheels have given me nothing but trouble. Literally every single one has gone flat, they have damaged my brakes, etc.

A night of catching up

On slow lane on the expressway

For me, weekends are too precious. You have to be discerning whom you’ll spend it with and how. Because surely, you’ll take a piece of it on the new week ahead that will either refresh you or drag you down.

That’s why my weekends are most of the time - planned. If that makes me a boring person, I don’t care. Time is my friend.

But this recent Saturday night was a bit different. Spontaneous in a way. We invited friends for dinner and they thought we have some kind of announcement. I hope we have, like as grand as “Hey! We’re backpacking around South East Asia and we’ll be gone for 6 months!” I wish, but no. Good thing they’re still on.

Leona’s Art RestaurantMatimtiman St., corner Magiting St., Teacher’s Village, Diliman, QC

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