Post San Juan Fiesta

June 24 is the Feast of St. John the Baptist. Living in San Juan, St. John is more like our patron saint here. Hello?! Saint John ~ San Juan? Gets? Of course you do! So, how was the feeeyestah (it's fiesta in case you can't read/understand Russian) here? Errmmm. I haven't participated in the fiesta for sometime because well, I'm currently not studying in San Juan or Manila (June 24 is Manila Day or something like that), so I have class on the day itself. It has been raining pretty much in the past few days. Morning comes and the heavens decided to cry and San Juan is having free water for the wet celebration. Our kid neighbor was still having fun splashing everyone around even though he's appearing to have some kind of hypothermia already.

Good thing my class starts at 12:30pm, because if it's before noon, I'll be in big, wet trouble. Hailing a cab would be so difficult, unless I wear a rain coat, and usually San Juan fiesta is one of those days that are really good for business so my dad just can't drop me to school. Last year, I have to go to school around 10am, so I was to be dropped off at the LRT station. It wasn't an easy-breezy thing to do because others were waiting at the sides for those who would go inside the LRT station! I can see other passengers "stranded" in the second floor, eyeing those water-bearing people painfully almost sending them the negative vibes. We waited for some time, parked in front of the station (no, it's not allowed) and I made a run for it when I noticed them refilling their carriers. Me, 2 points, Water People, 0.

San Juan during it's fiesta mode is not the place to be when you're in a hurry, you easily get pissed off, or when you dislike getting wet. Even if you're just going to pass through, the citizens of San Juan will surely baptize you, without the prayers, but you'll be mentioning God a lot when you get "baptized". "Oh my God!" Yeah, that's life. It's just once a year, too bad if that once a year is an important meeting that will decide if you're getting that promotion or not.

Hallelujah!

MORAL: San Juan Fiesta is that day when you suddenly have a lot of old friends visiting your house because they know you'll be preparing a lot of food. Also, it's the day when excess is normal. A lot of wasted fresh water, a lot of money spent for the food and drinks, and a lot of patience down the drain.

Don't Blow Another's Instrument

When a violin master tries to play a different musical instrument, and in this case an alto sax is the chosen tool, just check the picture.

Immil can play a neat Careless Whisper in his saxophone.

Mark, please, just play your violin. I thought I heard the Titanic come to life when you tried to play the saxophone.

I think the Psyche people in the org room were traumatized.

MORAL: Use your own instrument. The mouthpiece may have been changed for the safety of the owner of the saxophone, but please. Hahaha.

Telecommunication Nightmare

When naturally, inspiration (which you need to accomplish your task) strikes you in the middle of the night, and you have to submit that requirement early in the morning, you're in BIG trouble. How do I know? I am ALWAYS in that situation.

So I slept late and attended JumpStart, a morning event for our MIS freshmen. It's going to be a mini orientation seminar for them, as their orientation seminar or OrSem has been postponed to next month. The event ended lunch time, and I had nothing to eat, except the usual side dish of carrots and corn. I didn't want to be a repository of vegetables and I was going to attend a Father's Day celebration/reunion in Marikina later in the day so it was nothing if I skipped lunch. So what am I going to do for a few hours? I attended the Externals Officers GA and First Skills

Training, while watching how EServices is going to film their video presentation. So a few hours saved, but I was dead tired and sleepy. I had trouble sending messages and calling people. One said the problem is my phone. Whut?! I borrowed a friend's phone and had difficulty sending messages as well. She told me maybe my mom's number is broken. Boo. Impossible. Externals pizza came, I welcomed the delivery dude who brought lollipop with him - he said 2 lollipops come with the package. Hello Hawaiian Pizza and Bacon Supreme! I had nothing to eat again! I can hear my stomach being grumpy and my gastric juices slushing inside, burning the walls of my intestines like a fire in the midst of hay. So that was it, a lot of people complained about our network provider. And all the while I thought my phone went kaput, it was the cellular network after all. Sheesh. My parents finally picked me up. I ate some bread and pastries they brought and I fell asleep on the way there.

A lizard who in death was peaceful on a step towards Faura AVR. :(

So we were supposed to have a YM Conference about our homework later in the day. I had trouble logging-in in my YM. It kept on saying that my password is incorrect while right there, in the browser, I am logged in my email account. Hello. I know my password by heart. I have tried different IM clients and that didn't help. I hated it. I can't access my messenger from my phone and any computer available. It was like punishment, wherein you get tortured again and again and again and - yes - again.

EDIT: I finally got my Yahoo! Messenger to work during Father's Day. Amen! (Well that was after being so stressed and annoyed during the time it wasn't working.)

MORAL: If it doesn't work, stay calm and look for alternatives. There's always a way, and that can be seen with a peaceful mind and a hopeful heart. Telecom glitches can make you crazy.

Last First Day for School

First day of classes! ZOMG.

Monday's class and Tuesday's class combined, because they are the first day of their kinds.

Such a killer. Monday, came to school early because I have to do something - sign some documents. So, rode the LRT -2 and saw Eljohn. Our classes start at 12:30pm, so we talked the whole walk and tricycle ride to school. I forgot where my class would be, so I sent an SMS to my blockmate, because all I can remember is that it's an MIS OR CS class, so it's going to be either in Faura or in CTC. I only know the time of my classes so it was a relief when my blockmate replied quickly. Oh yeah. So my 2-hour MWFs are held in CTC, and I just have to transfer to the next room. See how excited seniors are? Another one is an account of how excited Kat was for school. She was in Kostka already, and in the 3rd floor, when she sent a text message to her blockmate confirming their classroom. Kostka 302. WOW. She even made-up a class! I can't even remember the last time I had a class in the 3rd floor. So I volunteered to be the beadle for the first class because no one wanted to. It's okay. It's an MIS subject so being beadle is the same as being the Hydrogen and Oxygen in computer programming - it's not relevant.

Tuesday. Yoohoo, Tuesday. First 7:30am class in my life since my sophomore Sociology and Anthropology class. I can feel the pain. I can sense the suffering. I can foresee the punishment that comes with it. Why did I choose a 7:30am class? Some people thought it's the end of the world when I enlisted myself in the morning class. Yes, I even thought so. So, after Philosophy, I get to see my friend who became the computer lab personnel. Hahahaha. She stays in the 3rd floor computer lab which no one really visits. I can't help but laugh everytime I imagine her staring into nothingness. That computer lab must be advertised more, especially it's exclusive to MIS and CS students. I love my course. (Even though I paid for that laboratory.) After the computer laboratory visit, welcome to the first Project Management class, and I won't even share the details. Gaaaahh. After a break, then 2 more classes, my day is over. From 7:30am to 4:30pm, it's like high school again, but stress is nowhere near. Highschool stress and college stress are not in any way close. They are like 50 light years away. How far is that? Really far.

The bottomline of both my first days? I saw Eljohn, talked and walked with him in both days. We thought of each other as stalkers. Boo. The nerve! And after both days, I still don't have a notebook and still didn't have plans on buying one. Also, the moment my feet touched the floor of our house, I collapsed onto the couch and woke up a few hours later. Stress and fatigue are the new essentials in life.

MORAL: When you were in gradeschool, you wanted to be in highschool right away because of JS Prom and kick-ass school clubs. Then when you're in highschool, you start complaining of all the responsibilities of a student and you pray to God everynight that He'll fastforward your life into college, where the possibilities are endless. When you're in your first year of college, you want to work so you could get out and have that freedom you think you didn't have in the first place. No. I wasn't like that. When I was in my senior year in highschool, I wanted to go to college so it'll be a fresh start, just because it's a new adventure, but I will always hate the part where I'm not with my friends anymore. When I was in my first and second years of college, I just wanted to be in school forever because working is a lot more difficult than college. Also, I am happy with who and what I have - the friends and memories I have. Senior year? I don't want to grow up and leave just yet.

Painted Windows

TicketNet. TicketWorld. Same banana. 

All I know is when there's a concert of people I want to hear/see perform live, I'm so there (recession devils go away!). There's the catch though. My dad is not a fan of all those "but you have to watch it in the moviehouse", "it's not the same as in MTV", "DVDs don't do them justice", "I'm paying for the experience, for the memory", etc. So whenever I vocally and publicly announce my intention to watch a concert, I never ask "Are there any comments or violent reactions?" Why? I don't have to! My dad is a sparkplug for that. He starts the argument right away with "it's just a waste of money" blah or "Francisco Colayco won't approve of that". [Franciso Colayco wrote "Pera Mo Palaguin Mo".] Of course I won't just sit and stare or just cry on the inside when something I like or love to do is being shot firing squad mode or being beaten down to dirt. Boo.

Just don't follow up a very nice video presentation with Takin' Over the World, because it doesn't have that hyped up rhythm.

So, how was the Pussycat Dolls concert? I made a vow not to take photos or videos of people performing or of concerts I am attending because well, I think focusing on having a nice shot or clip (which I tend to do so) will strip me of the experience. I don't need proof or anything that I have really watched the concert, drill my brain if you have to. Nicole Scherzinger and the Pussycats were amazing, they're really performers. Nicole still needs to eat a sandwich (she's so thin) and yes, she can sing. So to all those haters, shut your trap. Anyway, the concert was really good for a third-world-recession-feeling country. People in front of us were annoying but it's okay. Someone became dizzy before the show started and her mom was hysterical. Ok. 

Yet, the highlights of the concert (for me) were the outliers. I mean, the before and afters. Before the concert, my cousin and I bought some food. She was clumsy and all so she dropped the fries and only 1 potato fry (how do you quantify this crap) was left. Tralalala. We ended up laughing our larynges out. She bought a new one and we swore that it won't happen again. So highlight 1, down the drain. Highlight 2 was after the concert. There were a lot of exit points in the venue, but they didn't say all exit points lead to the ocean. I mean, just one area - the huge road in MOA near the concert grounds. We even stopped! I thought it would be a perfect venue for spreading A(H1N1) virus if ever. Those who watched the concert wearing face masks (how were they able to shout with emotions? Ahhh, so all those muffled sounds were from them.) would be so paranoid I thought they would faint. So while waiting there, my cousin and I were talking about the girl in front of us because she looks like an alumna of our highschool, and not to be outdone by those around us, we saw the girl in our right, painting her nails. Whuut? Yep. She was painting them red. On the spot. Savor the moment. Post-concert would be the best time to paint your nails. And oh, she started from nothing. She was not redoing them, she just started doing it. The smell of nail polish in a crowd. That's amazing.

MORAL: Pussycat Dolls' song, Painted Windows, in their Doll Domination 2.0 album is amazing. Good as alarm or as a ring tone. Really, if you're watching someone just sing, it's okay to be seated not so near the stage, but if you're watching someone break into a sweat by dancing, I suggest you spend money to be near the stage. It pays to have good view.

Brown Out Baby One More Time

June 4, 2009

Hindi Na Nagbabagang Balita!

So Yesterday!

Old School, Pare!

Retro!

Vintage!

Neanderthal Ka?!

Well, it doesn't happen everyday or everytime you have online enlistment, but it has happened to me, twice already. It's one of those, "I thought it only happens in movies!" Similar to zombie attacks, the first bite was painful. Then, I evolved with the T-virus and is now a stronger person, or half-person (what about half-sister?). It first happened when I was enlisting for my first sem in my sophomore year, and just when I tried* to enlist for first sem in my senior year as well. Yeech.

*"tried" can be substituted into "almost tried", "planned", and "hoped"

Plan.

Plan some more.

Chat with your blockmates.

Ask around about teachers.

Plan again.

Crap.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Oh, but it won't happen again.

Formulate contingency plans.

Hmmm.

Okay?

We're ready.

Blaaaah.

Power's out.

CRAAP?!

What's new?

So what were those words all about? Let's see. Rewind a couple of years back.

*tralalala rewinding!*

As an incoming sophomore year, my first semester must be perfect. And since I have a good random number, I can enlist in the classes of my choice. So I made the super schedule, complete with awesome contingency planz with a Z. NSTP must be a good choice, it's a yearlong endeavor, and I must have blockmates and people I know (I cannot function alone. So sad, right?). So I chose the NSTP for most of my friends. I decided our fate. "Hey, which section are we taking? N, O, or P?" Then I said, "Of course we'll take section O." "Why?" "Because my surname starts with the letter O. Duh."

So everyone wants letter O and we are ready for the battle of the bandwidth as a lot of kids/people/adults-who-act-like-kids-no-offense-children are going to try to suck themselves through the online enlistment site. So, log-in to your Yahoo! Messenger and update your brood about the latest in your online enlistment journey. We're all in this together. Let's do wonderful. So there. Click the final step, Confirm Enlistment. Then what do they say in graphic novels (just the same as comics but "graphic novels" just sound better)? Oh yeah, Kapow!! Blag! The power just went haywire. The electricity was like a thief in the night, robbed me of my future. It went kaput just when I have to press the final important part of my life, CONFIRM EFFING ENLISTMENT. I don't remove the battery of my laptop even though I plug it, yeah, bad thing but I am not ready to lose all of what I am doing at the moment. So, no electricity means no Internet. No Internet means no enlistment. No enlistment means no classes. No classes means an annoying part of my life is going to occur. DANG!

So what would be the best thing to do? Of course, I was shocked complete with, "Whaaaaaat?!" Yep, no profanity. I'm so proud of myself. Then I stood up from being seated comfortably, slapped the couch with both hands (open palm style) while shouting "Craaaap!" for a really long time. My mom stood aghast when she saw me. Then the most comforting words flew out of her mouth, "Anak! Yung Sofa!! Ito unan. Diyan na lang!"

So I was getting teary-eyed. I can see my future fade in front of me. I was helpless, like being stuck at the bottom of an empty well, screaming your lungs out until it starts to rain really hard and the water is fast rising. Okay, that's too much of a tragedy. Same banana. So I was so pissed, until a friend asked for my landline. She offered to enlist for me. Since, well, I don't know what I'm going to do. Thanks, Kat.

So back to present world (not that we went to another world or something), I decided on a schedule which a few of my blockmates can copy, complete with contingency plans and "if I don't get this class, I will not study anymore." I asked one of my blockmates to stay online even after her enlistment schedule just to check on the remaining slots and for emergency purposes. It has been raining cats and dogs and iguanas for the whole week and enlistment day is not an exception. 9am looks like 4am. Wtheck. So I posted my planned schedule, as well as contingency plan, then my account ID, and was about to give my password to my friend, when BOOM BOOM POW! The Black Eyed Peas materialized in front of me! Brownout!!! Not again. Router down, Internet down, lights out, laptop's brightness not so bright anymore (which is good for my semi-photophobic eyes). It was just like sophomore year. This time, 15 minutes before the enlistment schedule, everything went kaput. So I just sent my password to my friend and told her about the brownout. She enlisted for me. Yay. Thanks, Jean.

Yet, there's a change. I learned from what happened before so there goes my temper, noise pollution, our couch, our stuff, they're all safe and untouched. I just flashed a fake smile, a really ridiculous fake smile and told myself (not vocally), "Why am I not surprised?"

MORAL: I know someone who claims to have cursed and cussed so much that she thinks she's going to hell already. Online enlistment. Brings out something from naturally tame/sane/behaved people.

Paris, France: Roland Garros

You know there's something wrong when it's already June and I haven't posted anything about Roland Garros aka the French Open. My blog is already becoming a (biased) tennis update site but seriously, no one really reads my crap so it doesn't really matter. Anyway, to avoid multiple entries that state the same thing: WHYYYY?!, I decided to post them under one incredulous long entry. Of course, these were written on the day (and Manila timezone) it transpired, complete with the emotions/rantings/weirdness/animosity/prejudice/what-am-I-typing-here of the moment. Let's start the agony rolling and check how long you can sustain negative energy and the powers of the Mona Lisa smile.

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One Bad Day in Paris:

You know how low I am feeling right now? I just removed Marat's name from the My Favorite Players box/widget from the tennis site of what's the name of that tournament? I removed the only MALE tennis player in my My Favorite Players widget. It's a pain even typing about it. I feel so sad and bad they even rhyme. So sad and bad I replaced Marat's picture/profile with Maria's picture/profile to complete the widget! My vision got blurred because of premature swelling of my lachrymal ducts. I can barely recognize the pictures. Please don't blame me that I did just that - swapping their pictures! (And no, you don't blame the a-a-a-alcohol, because I didn't drink.) I can't stand seeing a gray-scaled version of Marat's picture. Uh oh! My lachrymal ducts are beginning to swell up again! And again! And... wait for it... again! Their names are very similar! They both start with capital letter M, and they end in apostrophe letter S ('s). Sooo similar, I know!

The most degrading syllable in the world: No.

MORAL: I didn't really cry, but I felt so bad my innards are crying.

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Some Other Tragic Day in Paris:

So after Marat Safin, Venus Williams, Elena Dementieva, Novak Djokovic, Yaroslava Shvedova, Caroline Wozniacki, Ana Ivanovic, and 

Rafael Nadal went out of life, who's left? Did you try reading the last sentence with a single breath? (I felt really bad the defending champions were poisoned with the losing potion.) Those who defeated them aren't that important, okay. It was a sad day for tennis. A lot of tennis fans mourned and maybe a lot of conspiracy theories were developed overnight.

Papa Tommy Robredo's still alive, so as Juan Martin del Potro, Roger Federer, Andy Murray, Andy Roddick, Dinara Safina, Serena Williams, and oh yeah Shuttapova.

After Sorana Cirstea beat the crap out of her friend (as she said) Caroline Wozniacki, Romania became more interesting than ever. I took a bath for a while and both Jelena Jankovic and Sorana Cirstea were battling out in the third set. So it took me 6 songs from Michelle Branch (I usually just take 3 and 1/3 songs in shuffle mode) before I emerged from the bathroom. Sorana won, 3-6 6-0 9-7. She gave Jelena Jankovic a run for her money, and straight hair.

Andy Roddick looks so funny (face-wise). Wait, he really does, when he hits the ball or serves. I like Roddick during changeovers and press interviews because he could say the most stupid things and the funniest things, either-or and maybe both. Oh, he just lost 6-4 6-2 6-3 to Gael Monfils of France. Monfils will face Federoar!

MORAL: Having a tournament with a knockout format is really a bad thing especially when the player you cheer on is somewhat losing or is in a bad mood. A best-of series is better, but it takes so much time and energy. Gaaah. Imagine how long(er) this entry would have been.

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A Few Days Left in Paris:

Wow. I saw Dinara Safina being slaughtered by Victoria Azarenka in the first set, I checked the other match, wow. Slaughtered as well. Okay, Dinara overcame a 1-set deficit and silenced Azarenka's shrieking. Next women's match, it's a Dominika Cibulkova - Maria Sharapova David and Goliath match. Maria stands almost 6'2" while Dominika around 5'3". Wow. Keeps Asian hope of professional tennis alive! So, the beauty is that Dominika almost gave the giant a double bagel, with 6-0 5-0 serving for the match. Maybe Cibulkova has a generous heart so she gave away 2 games then closed it out at 6-0 6-2. Yay. Now she's facing Dinara for the semifinals! It's still a David and Goliath match because Dinara is ripping people apart. Nikolay Davydenko was catapulted by Robin "Suck-Face" Soderling 6-1 6-3 6-1 while Andy Murray (gasp!) was defeated by Fernando Gonzalez 6-3 3-6 6-4 6-4. 

Tomorrow, I hope Roger wins, though I am a little tied with Potpot and Papa Tommy. And I'm gunning for Serena and Sorana Cirstea. I like Sorana Cirstea. Reminds me of Stephanie Rice. Who reminds me how fun it is to swim. Which reminds me I'm not doing much physical activities anymore, not that I used to somehow.

You're probably thinking, "You're going to post that picture of Cirstea?!" Yeah I just did, because I don't want to look for a picture of her in the Internet just so you could see her more clearly.

MORAL: Tennis. Is. Great.

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Just A Little More Push in Paris:

Semifinals. I just said in my previous entry that I was gunning for Serena and Sorana. Now, they're really gun. As in "gone." Do I really have to explain? Well, I don't think my wit (if there's any) will be non-existent when I try to read my entries again. Back to the Future. So Sweatlana (it's really Svetlana Kuznetsova), both in 3 sweaty sets, beat Serena Williams in the Quaters, and Samantha Stosur in the Semis. She'll face Dinara Safina who crushed Dominika Cibulkova in straight sets. Tennis. Amazing. So it's going to be an all-Russian finals, in France. Amazing times two. Tomorrow, Roger will try to catapult Potpot (Juan Martin del Potro) into outer space while Suck Face (name not found) will try Gonzo (Fernando Gonzalez, but we're close like that and we call each other by our nicknames). Suck Face. Sheesh. Look at how cute del Potro was when he was younger. Just let Fed win tomorrow and I'll preserve my image of Potpot like that, before I try to Photoshop any part of it.

MORAL: Some slams can produce a one-slam wonder. Anyway, it's just 2 matches from immortality for Roger Federer. Gogogogo!

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No More Days in Paris:

Svetlana Kuznetsova and Roger Federer won. Congratulations.

MORAL: That's life.

HavASylvanas

Yesterday, May 21, 2009, I went with Ma'am Oracion from ACED - Ateneo Center for Education Development - to Lubao, Pampanga for an ocular inspection in Lubao Central Elementary School. It's the largest elementary school in Lubao, 1,444 students. I'm not going to divulge on details about why I was there aside from the fact that I was invited to come along to see the place. I was thinking about the trip, like what am I going to say or do during the time we'll be 

making the carseat warm by sitting our arses for a couple of hours. I was thinking of preparing a list of topics of what we could probably talk about the entire trip. I was hoping there would be music but I think that's asking too much. Topics would be the weather and climate change, her life story, my life story, the leadership talk of Fr. Ben, projects of the organization, graduates, project management, setting goals, senior immersion trips, sociology and anthropolgy, frustrations, the medicine world, graduate school, sports, and the likes. Of course, my list never materialized and I settled with spontaneity. 

So the trip was okay, and it was fast. I think we were "strolling" at 120km/h in the highway. Conversations with Ma'am Oracion was fun, we talked about a lot of things, like how many holes does a Sky Flakes cracker has. Did you honestly believe that? Just to cut this short, we somewhat got lost because of the scantiness of street signs.

So the food. They gave us snacks. It's impolite not to eat anything, but the first thing I saw was a plate full of burgers. Noooooo!! I was thinking of making an excuse or pretend fainting in the middle of the room. Good heavens there was banana cue. Then on the way home, Ma'am Mel gave me buko pandan from Nathaniel's. Yay! My mom loved it. It's amazing. Anyway, the thing is that we stopped in KFC. I think she's going to treat us (me and her driver) again. So she asked me what I want to eat. Boom. KFC. My faaaaaaavorite. Hmm. So I said I just want fries. Then she kept on asking me why just fries. Then, yeah. I told her that I do not eat chicken and everything. We went to Subway. Subway = golden sandwiches. I can imagine her driver, "Kanin na naging tinapay pa. Nyemas."

And have I mentioned, that I AM HAPPY that Alona Bondarenko won her match in Warsaw? That's all I'm saying. Put on a smile. Hmm, check the picture below. I thought Gilles Simon was a vampire. Edward Cullen turned tennis star.

MORAL: Sylvanas are made from heaven. Sports is entertainment. There is tragedy (when Lakers and Daniela Hantuchova lost a while ago) and comedy (when Bondarenko won yesterday). Dang it.

Evgeny, Baby. Whaat?! Yes. Korolev. Huh?

If you didn't understand anything from the title, you're definitely right! If you think the title is a douche and could do better like "Read Me, Now!", you're a genius - you're somewhat right! If you think this is about tennis again, you're probably right. Hey, you're becoming better! And less exciting. (No, I did not drink or smoke anything, because I don't.)

I was supposed to post this the day I read about it, but it somehow slipped my mind. (I always just type in Notepad. Notepad is the best thing ever created...... according to me.)

Caroline Wozniacki is out of the competition citing lower back injury. Oh c'mon. Warsaw Open just became even more boooooriiiiing. So, Daniela Hantuchova won her first and second round matches (which is really really good because I want her to win this now that Wozniacki is out to Tralaland), but if she loses in the next one, better make Warsaw Open a two-day tournament because it'll suck bigtime, and you got no one else to watch but Maria Sharapova. Now, that's painful in the eyes AND in the ears. I really really really (have I said "really" already?) wanted a 2nd round match between Shriekapoof and Wozniacki-eats-dinner-with-Fernando-Verdasco. Battle of the blondies. Of course, you know whose side I'm on. Yup, Ana Ivanovic's. Or Martina Hingis' or Justine Henin's or Steffi Graf's or all the other players'.

Even though Caroline Wozniacki did have dinner with Fernando Verdasco in Madrid, and I'm not much of a big fan of Verdascurse, I still like Wozniacki. Hmm wait, I remember Fernando saying in an interview that all of his ex-girlfriends have been brunette (Ana Ivanovic! Haha!). Maybe Caroline Wozniacki (the hair!) would be the "oh and there's a blonde". 

Do you know Evgeny Korolev? He has Anna Kournikova's genes in him. The same bloodline of being aesthetically judgementally beautiful. Evgeny Korolev is Anna's cousin and is also a tennis player. Born Feb 14, 1988 Evgeny is a hottie (though in the left picture there's still some improvement needed for the abdominal area). However, just like his cousin, his skills aren't much to talk about. I'm not kidding. You probably haven't even heard of him unless you're a stalker or a big tennis fan, which I am (the latter, not the former). He's nicknamed by people in the Web as "Baby Marat". Hmmm... Baby Marat is okay because "Baby" in terms of achievement but in time, he can be recognized more and more until his face will be plastered in everyone's desktop background or ceilings. (For the record, my wallpaper is org-related.)

Wow, I think Ana Ivanovic is doing a "Sharapovuh". It means "more endorsements, less tennis" and it's undeniable that a lot of tennis players look aesthetically judgementally good. Ana has to play more tennis. Although, signing all those endorsement deals is pretty much a job because of recession and stuff. Just reach some finals or win a few tournaments, and the deals will keep on coming. You just can't be an image model forever. Unless you're Daniela Hantuchova who has the bone structure of a (runway) model. I really wonder how she can hit those tennis balls with a structure like that and still look good. Amazing.

I just heard from TMZ, which is blaring on the TV behind me, a new term - AFBE. It means Acute Foreign Baby Envy, caused by Angelina Jolie. Hahaha.

MORAL: When will Evgeny Korolev be a household name?

Oooh, 21st post in the 21st day of May. I blog too much on my personal standard.