Bleaching Venus Williams

School starts later. Waaaaaah. Not that I don't want to go to school, tell me who doesn't want to go to school and I'm gonna hit him with a steel chair directly on his cranium. It's just that well, once it starts, the only time it stops (or pause if you prefer) is when the sem is over. Since 2nd sem starts in November, there's the short Christmas break. Hooray for overeating, money-sucking gifts, and week-long festivity.

But what have I done the last week of freedom? I've been Bleach-ing, watching the anime Bleach with my brother from 1 or 2am until 5:30am or until we get dizzy from watching it. Also, I've been overdoing stuff. Overeating and oversleeping. Sleep and eat. Raised to the 3rd power. I wake-up after noontime to eat then take a (long) nap then sleep then wake-up for dinner then watch the freaking anime again. Of course I'll say I've only been doing those things so that people would think I haven't been doing anything productive. (But why would I want them to think like that? Dunno myself.) My tennis trainer is not replying to my text messages. I'm gonna hunt you down!


A while ago, Venus Williams won her first year-ending WTA Championships title! She's the 7th seed and she killed Vera Zvonareva who's the 8th seed in 3 sets. It was fun until she won and Serena didn't even congratulate her. Evil Diva Sister. Haha. This year as well, there were a lot of No.1s in the women's field. Aside from Jelena Jankovic, other players to hold the No.1 spot in 2008 were Ana Ivanovic (12 weeks), Maria Sharapova (three weeks), Serena Williams (four weeks), and Justine Henin (20 weeks), whose retirement on May 14th left the race to No.1 wide open. (This is according to the WTA website.) It's all Justine Henin's fault (and this is according to me).


Also, Ms. Philippines Karla Henry won the Miss Earth 2008 pageant. I call that as Ms. Captain Planet pageant. Whoever wins marries Captain Planet in The Bachelor style. Instead of Captain Planet giving the winner a rose, he gives her toxic waste or a dying elephant. Oh well.


MORAL: Nature is a very important factor in our lives whether we want to care or not. The environment is a precious thing that would kill us if well, we try to kill it as well. So, donate a Vespa and a school bag for me. God bless.

Tennis Deadline

8 players. 2 groups. Round robin. Top 2 players of each group advance to the semis. Top player of the first group battles with the 2nd player from the other group and vice versa. It's a knockout world from there. Oh, lot's of money.

White Group:
1 - Jelena Jankovic
4 - Ana Ivanovic
6 - Svetlana Kuznetsova
8 - Vera Zvonareva

Maroon Group:
2 - Dinara Safina
3 - Serena Williams
5 - Elena Dementieva
7 - Venus Williams

Agnieszka Radwanska and Nadia Petrova are substitutes who got the chance to play.

Serena withdrew from the competition after she was defeated by her sister in 3 sets with a 6-0 in the deciding one. Ana Ivanovic lost twice (0-2) before withdrawing from the competition. However I think Ana lost because she brought Fernando Verdasco (Spain's Glamour man of 2007 not bad!) in her match and that Maria Sharapova is absent meaning she is deprived from inspiration.

Now let's talk about why Vera Zvonareva is a fun tennis creature to watch. Vera Zvonareva aka last-girl-in-class because of her last name (letter Z) is a mixture of Dinara Safina, Anna Chakvetadze, Svetlana Kuznetsova, and Jelena Jankovic all rolled into one big-eyed-eyeliner-bearing creature. How come? She cries (oftentimes) like Anna, is a perennial runner-up like Svetlana, has an explosive anger (i.e. breaking racquets, whacking stuff) like Dinara, plays like Jelena Jankovic (retriever and counterpuncher) and they both have the diva attitude as well. Btw, Serena Williams is still the mother diva. No one can beat her.

Vera is the lowest ranked player (9th in the world) in the WTA Sony Ericsson Championships and yet she emerged with a clean 3-0 slate in the round robin matches in the white group. She has washed Svetlana (well yeah she always loses everything), Ana (Verdascursed and Maria-inspiration-less), and just recently (as I have watched) Jelena in a 3-set match.

So who's playing in the semis? Vera vs Elena and Venus vs Jelena. What the heck. I wanted it to be Venus and Jelena in the finals but apparently Jelena blew the last round robin match to Vera-last-girl-in-class so she has the punishment of meeting Venus in her neat EleVen dress. And you can't just wish for things to happen. It's windy in Qatar. Red strings are amazing.


MORAL: The ball is a sphere. Head-to-head comparisons/histories are suckers. They might give some confidence to the player who has more wins but the court is a battlefield and well, nothing is certain except Justine Henin and when she retired everyone knew that no one is dominating the women's game anymore. Unless you paid the player truckloads of money to lose on purpose which is illegal by the way. Eat cocaine, Radek Stepanek. Sunday is for the men's year-ending championship in Shanghai. Now I'm hungry.

Sleepy Hello

Hello, November! I have been waking up (or staying up) before 6 AM trying my best to get my carcass off from bed (or chair) to go out and run/jog. The first time I did it after like half a year of NOT doing it was like crap.

5:30am - I woke up and to stay awake enough to change into sweat-ready attire, I turned on the television and watched live telecast of tennis.
6:00am - My mom was ready as well and she waited for the call of her cousin and his wife (the Sevillas!) whom she walks with almost everyday.
6:10am - They called and we left the house. We were there soon and they started their almost daily walk/gossip/bonding session. I wonder if they ever run out of stories to share. Hmm, knowing my Mom, naaah. It's impossible. I run/jog/brisk walk with my iPod. Loner.
7:00am - The three of them were sitting ducks already. My mom was just waiting for me.
7:10am - The couple were leaving already. So we went home as well. It was not a good run for me because after running some time, my legs/thighs were so red because I kept slapping them. They were so itchy maybe because of:
a.) I haven't ran for a long time (but how come they were itchy)
b.) Sweat from my legs were attracting the insects/nature-bound creatures (because the area had lots of trees and plants; hence, the fresh air)
Nonetheless I looked like a shiznit running then slapping my thighs.
7:30am - Refreshed myself and thought that the day is still early for my life to start. So, I decided to sleep [again].
4:00pm - WOW. I overslept again (which is not uncommon. I'm just exaggerating it here so that it'll appear as something that happens once in a blue moon)! I just woke up because our househelp probably thought I'm not breathing anymore.

I usually sleep more than 12 hours every time I sleep (or shut my eyes cold) past 1:00am (because sleeping before that time is like saying the Philippines will be hosting the 5th Grand Slam of tennis). Sometimes 14 hours, sometimes 16 hours. Shame. This is because of the aircon. I feel like a schmuck blaming the aircon for my oversleeping. Shame part 2.


MORAL: There is an actual purpose why alarm clocks were made. They're not invented for us to hit the snooze button or the repeat button every time they sound off. Also, alarm clocks are not nuisances. Let's try a case-study that happened in the not so distant past.

Example: My sister and I, with our cousin, went out late last Friday to somewhere that needs no description. We went home around 4:00am. My sister's work starts at 8:00am. She told me to set the alarm in my phone in case she sleeps through her alarm (6:30am). So I set mine at 7:00am which is like "wake-up or lose your job-that-buys-the-shoes-and-clothes" limit. I used Paramore's Misery Business as the alarm because its killer electric guitar for the intro would surefire wake the wits of my sister who's a light-sleeper. After some time (because when you sleep hours seem like minutes or nanoseconds if you prefer) she was shaking me silly and saying my phone is too cacophonous. I saw the name of the alarm and responded with something like, "Excuse me! It's 7:00am already and you're going to be late for work." Of course I quipped in Filipino so here's how it really went, "HOY! Sakin ka pa nagalit, alas-7 na at 'pag hindi ka pa gumising late ka na. Pa-alarm-alarm ka pa ng 6:30 eh hindi naman effective. Lullaby yata yang alarm mo?" Yeah, sometimes I say too much, add that it's to someone who just woke up and someone who is older than you. But all is fair in war, love, and sleep. (She jumped out of bed afterwards. She almost stepped on me. Great.)

Healthy Sea Food Snack for the Young and Old

You know gummy bears? I fell in love with them when I was a kid. It's like true love because until now, I still smile when I see gummy bears. Yeah I know it sounds odd but it's an improvement from daydreaming about gummy bears. Like eating buckets of it until your jaw and teeth hurt. Then you'll be reprimanded when you forget to brush your teeth after putting fistfuls of those colorful bears in your mouth.

We were doing our grocery a while ago. I saw this snack or healthy sea food snack for the young and old as its label says so. I have been trying so hard not to eat fish and other sea food but I remembered eating stuff like these so I snuck two packs in the deepest part of the push cart. Yeah yeah, I'm back in those, "But meat is so tempting" part of my life. My mom is always surprised when she'll be doing the part wherein you have to pay for the stuff you put in your cart. I think these places (aka supermarkets) should be called supercartplace or something. Anyway, I think she didn't see those two packs being run through in the scanner. Hoorah! They're around PHP 25/pack.


Looks neat, right? Before I eat stuff, or while eating, I usually read the marketing shiznits written on the back part of packed goods. I opened my crab flavored healthy sea food snack for the young and old while we were waiting for my dad to pick us up. I saw these and well, I want to share it with the world.


Ooookaaayy.. It has calaium and vitamines. But wait! There's more! It contains no fat with various nutritions! Read the sentences. The girl probably perspired a lot from typing it. The kid and his dog in the picture above, yeah, I can handle that. He is still a growing child and so he needs vitamines and calaium. The dog probably wrote about it.



MORAL: You've probably eaten those, but don't judge a food by its label... sometimes. And this is one of those "exception to the rule" stuffs. They're from Japan, which is notorious in killing dolphins and in creating cartoons about everything. For the record, I prefer the crab flavor. Shrimp flavor is so plain. The crab has zesty spicy taste in it. Good stuff. Entertaining and fun to eat.

One Step[anek] At A Time

This is a puto bumbong. It's violet I know, and I like it - when we have some. My dad usually buys it and bibingka then we eat it while it's still warm. I devour them alongside my cups of tea but let's cut the crap and deal with the shiznit because no amount of puto bumbong and bibingkas can make me shut the hell up about Stepanget.

Anyway, this entry is about hating Radek Stepanek. No offense to Radek's fans (if there are any) but look at the man! In Duffy's words, "And now I'm begging you for mercy." I won't even dare post his photo because my computer would crash if I do and I'm pretty sure of it. Also, I am concerned of those who might be able to see this and if ever another person sees Radek's photo, I am not accountable for nightmares to follow. Halloween is not just over. This is not a matter of being physiognomist but let's post pictures of his girlfriend (or fiancee) and his ex-fiancee. They're all from Czech Republic but c'mon. I can't really bear him. (Maybe because I am a fan of both players from the WTA.) In defense of Radek, he's good in voodoo, nabbing 2 hotshots. Dang! He's still Fishboy! (Note that I am not alone in my ideas and comments on this one.) Prepare for real life version of Beauty and the Beast.

Martina Hingis (the ex; former world number 1) who is a survivor who woke up from a really bad dream. I feel happy for her. She also looks happy in this photo.


Now meet the present victim who is still suffering from delusion and bad spells. Hello, Nicole! Trick or treat! Either she loves Halloween that much (with regards to her Fishboy) or she just wants pity. (With the pity part, she's getting a lot of pity from millions of people around the world.)


Radek just got whipped by Jo-Wilfried Tsonga in the 2nd round of the BNP Paribas Masters. Wahahaha. Eyeloveit! I'm not wishing ill of others but I am pro-JW all the way and pro-annihilation of Radek. Heck, even the commentators are against Radek. In any way, we'll still be praying for Nicole Vaidisova's enlightenment.


MORAL: Halloween is not for everyone. Remove your monster mask. Oops. Yours is permanent. I'm sorry, I feel so evil posting this but I just can't take beauty and the beast. I never loved that fairy tale. It's crap.

Realize

Dish out Colbie Caillat (others pronounce her last name as "kalat" but hellooooooo what's wrong with you?! Colbie is definitely NOT kalat. Her music calms me down like how a tranquilizer would do to me - not that I need one.). I realized what I wanted (for now)! We have a huge table in our room where I put most of the trash - laptop, dock, printer (I'm the only one who uses it), Krispy Kreme cases of my music CDs, the old CPU, the TV, lotions and stuff, my brother's porn CDs, boxes of my sister's accessories, old dictionary, and more trash. I look left and I see the keyboard (on top of a table because I think the legs of the stand are busted) with a tennis racquet on top flooded with my sister's magazines and some piano pieces. Further left is my old study table which completely lost its purpose once it entered our room.

How? I can't study in our room! Turn the aircon on and I'm off to dreamland. Dang it. So I transformed the study table into a bookcase or whatever. The problem is that it cannot house all of my books. I need a real bookshelf, one that reaches the heavens. I'll put those I won't probably read again on top shelf. And if ever one day I decide to reread a book from there, I'll use a ladder to get it, I'd fall down, crashing on the wooden floor (but I hope I won't fall through the floor) and I'd curse that book forever. But I'm thinking too far ahead on that one.

The truth is.... I just want to play the keyboard and guitar again. So. I want a tall bookshelf, and a guitar stand. A Good Burger won't hurt, too.


MORAL: I can hear the bookshelf say, "I'm not moooooooviiiiiiiiiing..." (in the tune of The Script's The Man Who Can't Be Moved)

Lesson Learned

They said never to bite off the hand/arm that feeds you. I guess I remembered that after our cook (who is also my yaya) and I got into a petty fight because I accidentally sat upon her coin purse. When I was about to sit, she grabbed her purse and I sat at the wrong item. To keep a possibly long story short (because it is really short), we're not talking for the whole time (after lunch).

WRONG.

Since I don't eat meat, I had nothing to eat last night because she usually cooks separate dishes for me. This time we had adobo and other cruelty-full food. I ate peanuts, bibingka, rice, salted eggs with tomato, and bread with cheese spread for dinner. (Yeah I eat like a prisoner.) Then had another tea party after some hours. Boo. I'm thinking of eating oatmeal tomorrow.


MORAL: Don't do it. Unless you're in for some dieting or some hunger strike.

Folly Ticks

I'm getting craaaazyyy..

Ever since we came back from Baguio, the politics in our school organization has been bugging me like crazy. The same way bees do when they see who was busy hitting their beehive. It is my current Disturbia. Sriofeiox haasxbu the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog sdfdabnwe iopwuqoeor. Yup. Crazy. It's taking precious "I'm pondering and assessing my current place in this world" time in my semestral break. When asked if I would run to be part of the Executive Board, I usually say, "I just want free outing (Plan/EvSem)." That gives a laughing response either through IM or vis-a-vis, it has never failed inviting an affirmation. In reality, I never liked meeting de avances, candidates campaigning and all. When my relatives run for office and my mother asks us to join the campaign, I just go there because of my mother and for the free merienda or lunch or dinner afterwards. And IF EVER I campaign, I can foresee that it would be a disaster. It's a War of the Worlds type of disaster or a Titanic tragedy. When they say "just be yourself" I would lose voters rather than attract them. Instead of creating a voter's dilemma ("Who am I gonna vote for?"), I would help them decide ("Ok, vote for the other one!"). I don't know if working for the PR part of our org helps or not. I'm not a complete shiznit or anything but heck.

If there's anything I'm looking forward to for the next month, it would be watching Rihanna and Chris Brown in a back to back concert (I could already hear Hate That I Love You) and then riding an airplane the next day and wasting money in a neighboring place afterwards. Who wants noodles?


MORAL: Don't make the politics of anything get you. If you have the vision, the mission, and the objective, go for it. It's not always "you". Not everything's about you or me or him or her. Tsk. Sometimes, we are here for others. Think like that and politics is just another dead leaf you ought to sweep away. Amen.

Virtual Insanity

I'll do some foreshadowing here. In this entry, we'll tackle the golden topics of love, school, money, food, death, and beauty. Heavy topics, huh? I know. I suggest you bring out your pen and paper and jot down notes for the future.

So what precious stuff have I done lately aside from rebuilding the Banaue Rice Terraces with my mind? I have been torrent-ing or downloading stuff from the Internet. Yeah, P2P is love, but you can't blame me, I live in the not-so-3rd-world Philippines.

I downloaded all of Spear Britney's albums and is getting crazy (again) over Anticipating. I want to have her albums, I'm just having a hard time looking for all of her CDs (not to mention looking for wads of money so I could actually purchase them). I did it with Alicia Keys and I believe I can do it again. Bless me, Madonna, and shower me with the manna from music heaven. Kill Guy Ritchie and get his (which are actually Madonna's) money. Kill Kevin Federline as well. I'll burn them after stabbing (or spearing if you want) them and then put their ashes in a plastic cup from a Happy Meal. Mix it with water and truckloads of sugar then feed it to Nick Cannon so he won't dare do what they did.

Also, I downloaded the Hip Hop Abs DVDs. Hahahaha. My sister has been nagging me since time immemorial to download those freaking shiznits. I downloaded MTV Power Yoga before and thank God haven't tried doing it or I could be in the orthopedic hospital any time soon. I think I'll just go jogging later. (Try following the dance moves of Beyonce and the Pussycat Dolls in their music videos and you'll need 5 gallons of Gatorade afterwards - considering you really copied what they did. Hip Hop Abs would be put to shame.)

Speaking of downloads, I am half-tempted to download Grey's Anatomy, Gossip Girl, Ghost Whisperer, and all of the TV series I have been watching. (I suddenly noticed the three examples I gave all started in the letter "G".) I watch Chuck but the storyline's not so amusing for me anymore. Why can't they resurrect Bryce back into the story? I haven't watched the 2nd season yet but if Chuck and Sarah would be together as a couple, oh c'mon. I'll raise my fingers forming a letter "W" in both hands and give them a big "WHATEVER." WHATEVER. I just want to see Nicole Richie there. Just like how I wanted to see Lindsay Lohan in Ugly Betty. I think I want to watch Ugly Betty.

Oh, today's the dreaded day for most students since the grades are to be released into the virtual world. I care, but not so much. Grades are just bragging rights when you get into the real world. What are high grades for if no one wants to work with you? Latin honors are fun, but I want to graduate with Egyptian honors. (Huh?)


MORAL: The human mind can only produce so much. You can't teach imagination and creativity. So, what have you learned in school? Not so much because you have to go back tomorrow. Think positive, not non-existent.