Currently playing: "Candyman" by Christina Aguilera
That's namedropping.
Gorgeously handsome.
Filthy rich.
Highly intellectual,
and very kind.
He's our crush from college.
He's closest local celebrity resemblance is Borgy Manotoc,
and don't ask me why we drool over him.
He is the school founder's grandchild.
He studied abroad and joined the baseball league.
His love of the game inspires him in founding Davao's first baseball team.
This is not about baseball,
I don't know anything about the game until watching Madonna in "A League of Their Own".
I was Madonna.
Gaahhhn!
Going back to Yusuke.
According to him,
he already met me when I was in freshmen and he just finished junior high at that time visiting the country to attend the school's festival.
My recollection only shows a blurry picture of him, young and chubby.
2 years later,
on the same occassion,
he wore suite and the highschool students were giggling like The Beatles fans.
I am not fond of commodities but when I saw him in the middle of the hording fans,
I started to salivate on his presence,
nonstop.
The festival's program ended with the announcement of the organization of Datu Uchida Development Foundation for Sports,
specifically baseball.
And as part of the ceremony,
the Japanese displayed the donated baseball equipments,
and Yusuke displayed more of himself.
He took off his suite,
then the children started screaming.
He wore Rawlings on his hand and picked up the ball,
and the ground started to shake.
He then threw the ball like a pro,
and the damn ball went into my direction.
And there was silence.
The people in the field was gone.
And the ball was soaring in slow motion.
I was not hit by the ball like what you're thinking.
I was just exaggerating.
From then on,
I would effortly catch his attention everytime he visits the school.
I'm a big flirt,
and I got all the support from my friends.
We won't just say "Hi" to him,
we'd say,
"Oh my gahd...
Yusuke-kun...
Konnichiwa!!!"
And he would smile like a shy guy.
There was a time when we'd take our camera phones out and mob him like a star,
discreetly.
And we would swear to his late grandma's statue that we will take good care of him.
And then, one day...
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