safin rocks!
(A/N: i didn't intend this post to be too sportswriter-ish. but that's how it turned out...) it truly is three-time lucky for safin. after being finalist in two-other occasions here, safin, 25-year-old russian finally wins his first aussie open title, sunday in rod laver arena, melbourne. after tying one set-all but down a break on the 3rd set, safin battles hewitt (and the aussie crowd, of course) and his temper to capture his second grand slam title. hewitt, chasing after all shots (and making some of them) simply came short to safin's big serves and hard ground strokes. it's a long-time coming for safin. but i'm sure it was worth the wait. safin surely deserves it (after injury, and all).
(Please don't sue!!!) Photo courtesy of Australian Open Official Website
(A/N: I have just discovered photo blogging. The joy!!!)
what's noticeable about safin's game this time around was he appeared to be calm (okay, calmer than usual, only 3 racket throwing. none of it actually broke). kudos to his new coach (and Federer's former coach, doesn't this typify the cliche, "one man's thrash is another's treasure"?) Peter Lundgren for working hard on his temper.
'twas a treat to all tennis fans because both players displayed awesome tennis and moments of brilliance worthy of the open's centenary. it was worth spending sunday night at home just by watching this.
can't wait 'till the next grand slam.
(A/N: wow! i actually written something which is devoid of cynicism, mockery, angst and sarcasm. hey! there's a first time for everything, right?)
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joining in the quest
i have never been keen in watching
artista searches on tv. i've always thought it's a perfect waste of time, energy, resources and even brain cells. (not from thinking but from wondering what in buddhas's name are these people are doing.) so to avoid mockery on my part, i refuse to get near five channels from it. that is, up until today.
elmo went to the
star circle national teen quest - grand questor's night (
A/N: geez, did you know that i had to search for the complete title of this show? no wonder jodi and luis are having a hell of a time even by just mentioning the title of blasted show. which genius came up with that title anyways? i mean no offence, but...oh, well). yes, she queued on line for god knows how many hours to see the show live. good thing she has a friend from abs who reserved her a seat. she told me thru text that the venue was swamped by people wearing red (which i later learned were supporters of the
star of bulacan, dm. it truned out each "questor" has color-coded their supporters. how cute (not!). i wanted to see for myself what the fuzz is all about. so against my will, i watched it on tv.
i'm ending the post here because i am busy eating my words...they're a talented bunch, not bad-looking either. how much of an actor they're gonna be? your guess is as good as mine.
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kusa-kusa part 2
last night was a paricularly hard night. sure we got off from work earlier than usual. sure we had a couple of glasses of beer on our friday night event. and we sure as hell enjoyed our moments with the karaoke machine before we headed for home. but you see, it was at home when kusa-kusa started sinking in.
earlier that day some friends and i were talkin' bout life, in general and how we're not getting any younger, in particular. we may have some facets of our live in order but most of it is such a mess. can't even imagine how to tell you.
last night exchanges of text messages between elmo and i seem to be a a withstanding proof that my life is in total disarray. but i'm not the only one, mind! too bad i can't publish 'em for elmo would go nutters on me! but trust me when i say that some people (
read: me) are tired of waiting, kissing arses, and sucking it up to the powers-that-be.
while all mc beal likes being a mess because as she say, "that's who i am", some of us
(read: i) likes some order and balance and peace.
is that too much to ask?
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top ten quotable quotes said in my presence....
10. when asked why he can't just be nice (ok, this was not personally said in my presence but hey, i was watching the movie, wasn't i?)...
"because the world isn't nice."
9. when asked why i hated the holidays in one of my classes in college, i answered...
"it turns all of us into hypocites. it makes enemies into friends only to be enemies the next day. in some sadistic way, those who are capable of merry-making do so in front of those who can't. it forces giving only to be ridiculed for not giving enough. some spirit huh?"
8. thinking aloud (in reference to puerto galera where we're planning to have a long overdue break)...
"puerto...puerta! (this coming from someone as tact as they get)"
7. after detailing her fantastic night with one of our friends...
"i'm such a slut! am i not?"
6. after learning that s. williams beat m. sharapova in the aussie open '05...
"good! i hate that bitch! (referring to sharapova)" 
5. after i made the above comment...
"sabagay, support you own color"
4. when asked whether a friend was gay...
"i hate labels, why can't i just be myself. (by the way, she is gay...been living with her partner for 2 years now)"
3. model walked past us...
"maybe we can ask her to have threesome. (if girls can dream, so can boys)"
2. after a drinking session turned into a pity trip...
"read a book, get a massage, eat at expensive restaurants, go on a trip, f*ck somebody. it's called self-empowerment, you know."
1. in almost every time we feel annoyed, depressed, flushed, embarassed, horny (hehe)...
"pisti! paksyet! you make me change color!"
(A/N: Credits go to Australian Open official website for the photos.)
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warrior of the light
been a while since my last post...well not in the mood to share my what-nots lately. so to my avid readers (all 3 of 'em), i came across this passage in the internet. thought 'twas an interesting read. i'd publish my thought of it if i deem it worthy next time...but for now the following should do.
Every Warrior of the Light has felt afraid of going into battle.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at some time in the past, lied or betrayed someone.
Every Warrior of the Light has trodden a path that was not his.
Every Warrior of the Light has suffered for the most trivial of reasons.
Every Warrior of the Light has, at least once, believed he was not a Warrior of the Light.
Every Warrior of the Light has failed in his spiritual duties.
Every Warrior of the Light has said ‘yes’ when he wanted to say ‘no.’
Every Warrior of the Light has hurt someone he loved.
That is why he is a Warrior of the Light, because he has been through all this and yet never lost hope of being better that he is.
Paulo Coelho
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random conversation
location: pier one, subic
time: one'ish in the morning
background music: superstar
number of beers taken: 5
number of other mixed drinks taken: 7
number of cigarettes smoked: lost count at 15
total bill: 1,500 (cheap no!)
Deb: "It pains me to see you like that."
Cookie Monster: " Like how?" (Looks out at the sea)
Deb: "That!" (Traces the outline on my body with both hands)
Cookie Monster: "What do you mean?" (Denial is after all sweet!)
Deb: "You know what I mean. You of all people deserve to be happy." (Lights her nth cigarette)
Cookie Monster: "Tell that to whoever holds our fate." (Puffs smoke from my nth cigarette)
Deb: "F#$%^&*, you know you can be happy. You just have to choose it."
Cookie Monster: "Wait a minute! Are you saying I choose to be miserable."
Deb: "No! Nothing like that! What I mean is....ahhh! You're impossible you know that?"
I have just relived one of the most awakening conversations of my life. This got me thinking. Is being happy as easy as choosing it to be? If it is, why is there so much misery in the world? It makes more sense when we think of happiness as something elusive like the Holy Grail. At least, somebody other than our selves are miserable (misery really loves company, eh?). But what if it is, as Deb puts it, really as easy as choosing it to be? Is my misery proof of my masochism? A part of myself that actually enjoys being in pain?
(A/N: Kay bago-bago na taon ganito post ko! Hay naku! Hayaan na po! Angst ata ang theme ng blog na 'to e.)
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