Wujoovileeb?

"By all accounts we are damned, regardless. But I am hoping, maybe foolishly, that we will get some measure of credit for trying."
- Carlisle Cullen

Who would have thought that the answer to my quandary would come from a beautiful mythical doctor vampire? I have to admit. That was a bull's eye. I would give him 7 pints of my blood for that. He just has to text me and it's done.

One more answer I got from Twilight:

"As if he never existed."
-Bella

Is the answer to stupid quandary number 2. I have murdered him in my mind and I've cleaned up the evidence.

I still cannot believe that Twilight answered 2 of the "top 3 kaputahans"* that have happened to me so far.

*determined by Dr. Langit

I think that motherfather book found me at the right place, at the most opportune time (as Capt. Jack Sparrow would say).

I'm invincible now. I don't care anymore yet I am more wary. I've lost everything but my friends, my fats and my boat. I always come out angrier, hungrier.

Screw you still, 2010. Magsama kayo ng Universe. Malapit na ang katapusan n'yo.

Kinikilig Sincerely

Ang tagal ko nang hindi kinikilig sincerely.

Friday last week was an ordinary retarded addict rowing day.

When we were headed back to the docking area, the tide was higher. The Takeshi's Castle stepping stones were submerged in the black dagat ng bazoors water with styro bits on top.

There were a lot of other boats unloading at the same time--Fleet Marine, Rowers' Club and Drago. And then us. We couldn't park any closer to the stairs because we would scrape and screech on the temporarily-invisible stepping stones.

I was second man that day. So Cones stepped off and held the boat as we all unloaded. Chino was already at the top of the stairs. Oh hell. Thigh-deep blackness. Lord, please make the stones dodge my feet. Slowly but surely. Surely, I half-stepped on a sharp rock on my first step. Everybody else driftwood was wading around me.

Suddenly.

A bicep was standing to my right, arm outstreched saying: Hawak.

Stare at biceps. Panic for 0.7 seconds. I decided to grab his left shoulder. We wade together all the way to the steps (which was probably a good 3 meters). The biceps then helped me up the stairs.

Me: Thank you po.
Biceps: 'Wag nang "po."
Dying me: Sige po. Ay! Sigiii. *Ngiti abot Star City*

Flashback 30 minutes prior.

My boat was resting. Biceps' team passes us. He was driving seated. His abs were doing the steering. Heehee.

Flashforward to the parking lot huddle. Why have I never noticed this dude before? Oh right, we don't really get to see the faces of the other boats up close. But I could see his biceps from a mile away in the farting lot.

Should I find out what his name is? Too late the hero. I'm gone in 70 seconds. I guess it's all right. This way he'll never be an asshole in my memory. He'll always be the chivalrous biceps in my imagination.

We have about 5 more training days, Biceps.