Look What We've Done

I think I deserve to roll some credits but my thoughts come in fragments at times like this. Here we go.

Dr. Langit, thank you for loading me on this awesome boat which is a dragon.

Nekuh, for being my landlady, fellow intellectual vomitter and overall partner in crime without dim headlights. 

 

Joy Bernadette Aquino (Congratulations laude) and Klarina Honasan (Happy birthday still!), maraming salamat. 

The Katipunan Crew: Manox, Klar, Diet, Bry (who looks like my dad when he was 20 and fit), Gene, Isa, Roy, Nekuh. Sulit ang magsasaka call time.

Coach Beck, Papi and the meek, petite and not to mention soft-spoken Yves for helping/forcing me to improve. 

The ladies' boat: :D

The men's boat, we share this with you. Really. We're one big boat k.

UP Dragon Boat Team, thanks for coming into my life right on cue. (Parang si Mr. Right lang ano.)

Goddess, I still can't believe we rocked the 500-meter category but not the 300 meters which we always train for. Are we monsters or just retarded?

Thanks to our oars. Because paddling with just hands is...stupid.

Thank you Cha for the last photo on this post.

This must be real. This thing is quite a treasure chest on my neck. Heehee. I share this piece of alloy with a couple of friends--one is a lifeguard in Californication. The other one a falcon in Abu Dhabi. 

Thank you Dragon Boat gods for keeping us from capsizing, sinking and bullying other boats. 

Thanks Pops for driving me to Katips at such no-mercy hours.

The adopted one for lending me her toy car.

My boys Papi and Kelly Beans for never judging me when I come home stinking Manila Bay.

Sige mom, ikaw na rin. Thanks for sewing me an emergency oar bag (even if you judge me all the time). 

 I love you, this boat.

Hwow may energy pa ako. Lez type some more words!

The 500m race is...death in 500 meters. I think our winning time was 2:30:something milliseconds. I find myself crying, screaming, rigor mortis but still rowing at the 350m mark every time. For that, the Bora water is full of my angst, tears and uhog. Anyone who dares dip will get diarrhea.

Ang saya sumayaw like crazy in a free size dress. Yehehehesss. (Pabayaan mo na ko. Isa itong kagimbal-gimbal.)

I think this is the ultimate antidote and tandang pananda to the shiz I went through early this year. If not for this certain person, I wouldn't have seizured, rowed for the life of my boat, found new family and snagged a medal in the process. Sometimes thriving on anger can be quite cool beans. And I bounced back beautifully with an oar. Kasalanan mo 'to. Salamat. 

You may go now.