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>> Saturday, January 31, 2009

Last week, we suffered for two days. Internet was down in the office and sites was the major way of distracting and calming me from the office mental block out.

In order to remain sane, I regained friendship with the games installed in the computer. Poker wasn't that much of a help, because it takes much of my time and concentration. I took the next mental game.


It's really challenging to complete a difficult grid. You can detect mines 80% of the time. 20% is risk and luck. Most of the time, I have 10 mines to guess and end up clicking the wrong square. Very frustrating. Hardy-har-har.

Boredom led me to good results. I FINISHED A GRID!!

I just had to do a print screen. This was completed on January 26, 2009. No cheats (as if there are cheats on Minesweeper). Yeah, baby, yeah!

I'll keep on trying this game. I won't stop, even if I have completed a grid. Just keep on playing!


note to someone

>> Friday, January 30, 2009

Aren't you tired of going through a soap opera life every day?
Di ka pa ba nadadala? Kasi ako yung nadadala sa mga nangyayari sayo.
Don't you see that you're just going through a cycle? You keep on repeating the same mistakes.
It's time to end that pity party. It's not giving you answers. The problems just keep multiplying.
I'm sick of it.



>> Monday, January 26, 2009

Josh Groban's dream: To be a Simpsons character.

Guess what? HIS DREAM CAME TRUE-HOOO-HOOOOO! Because you... are... LOVED!!!

He was a dragon slayer in the world of Equalia, an imaginary land created by Lisa and her friend... what's her name? Juliet, there. (played by Emily Blunt)

They played three of Josh's songs. One is sung by Lisa and Juliet (You are Loved), and the other two are by Josh: So She Dances and In Her Eyes.

Josh got so giddy about it, he posted a screen shot and blogged about it.

Next time, can you guest Josh Groban? As in with dialogues and all the funny remarks. Then please book him a hosting show at SNL. :D


swiss vs russian

>> Saturday, January 24, 2009

I downloaded the Federer-Marat match to see if Federer's win was just a walk in the park. I've been aware of the Marat greatness, but I haven't really watched a full game with him winning. I only became a deranged tennis fan when Torrent and live streaming came into my dictionary in 2008. I heavily relied on sports news before on the scores and didn't care about what really happened on the courts.

While watching the replay of the game, I studied the moves and the tactics of both tennis players. Both players were skilled and had equal chances of winning the round. It would be unfair to Marat if I said that he was losing his form and his game. He did smash aces and drove Federer to run after every ball hit, but his moves were uncoordinated.

I'm not being biased here, though it may seem like it when I say that Roger Federer is the greatest tennis champion of this era. What sets Federer apart from the other players is that he studies his moves very well and uses them to his advantage. I love his footwork. Federer doesn't just run across the court while playing, but he carries a rhythm with him. He makes hops and moves sideways, so that he is always facing his opponent and saves him time in twisting his body. I guess that also saves him from getting tired easily.

His frisky moves allows him to quickly change from small movements to large strides. He extends his body almost horizontally, risking everything just to catch that ball. Even if it meant driving the ball off court.

Marat moves diagonally, which causes leg tangling and less area coverage. By the time he runs to hit a ball, it has already bounced past him.

What caused Marat's loss was the strength of his racket smashes. Maybe in his pure determination of winning, he doesn't calculate how strong he should hit the ball. Most of his errors drove the ball right into the net. There were also numerous times that ball went out of the court. Bad angle + strong force = point for Federer.

Marat had smart moves and loved to make challenges. I think he challenged his a ball boy's call twice in a row. He got it wrong the first time, but his second scored him a point.

At the third set, Marat fully understood Roger's moves and used them against his opponent. Marat was fired and sent Roger confused and running in different directions. The balls flew low and Federer was close to kissing the court a few times. The third set was a winner, it brought tension to the audience and the court. Everyone thought Safin would win the set and extend the game to five sets. Safin was also brilliant in so many ways. He just needed to be more consistent. There were several delays in reaction times. Every micro second counts, honey.

Honestly, I feel bad for Marat on the foot fault. I could not understand how his serve went into a foot fault. They replayed the serve once, but the camera angle was not that reliable. The line man saw Marat's left foot go beyond the right side of the court. In the rules of serving, both feeth should always stay on one half. A centimeter of that shoe on the other half will result on a foot fault, which happened to Safin.

I was so nervous while watching the third set. Haha, As if I don't know who won.

Marat is definitely Dinara's brother. I noticed a lot of similarities in mannerisms, especially when they made errors. They'd throw their head back, place their hands on their heads and groan. Sometimes, Marat would shrug and frown. Dinara does that too. Haha, so cute.

Federer and Safin had nice words to say at each other and it was just an unfortunate event to have them play against each other. No hard feelings, just great tennis. And great players too.

Photo by Getty Images

Roger on Marat: He brings something different to the tennis world with his character, the way he is on the court and the way he is off the court. He’s larger than life.
Safin on Roger: I'll miss Roger the most. He's a very close colleague of mine.

Marat should win one ATP tour tourney. One good tourney before he retires. Perhaps another mixed doubles with Dinara? That'll be a winning sight. Little sister bullying big brother.

P.S. This was too funny to let go. Roger dear, you still have that top button attached. You look like a little kid playing peek-a-boo.

Photo by Reuters


deadly balls

>> Friday, January 23, 2009

Ooooof! Those tennis balls can be deadly.

During Del Potro's match against Florian Mayer of Germany, he drove a ball straight to a ball boy's face. Well, accidentally of course. That must've hurt a lot.

photo by Associated Press.

Del Potro got so concerned, he approached the boy and consoled him. Awwww.

There was a similar accident years ago with Nole. The ball girl got a free hug from the Djoker. I'm sure the ball girl didn't mind getting hit, as long as it resulted in a sweaty hug from the Serbian. Hahaha

On a different event, the ball did kill. A pigeon, on that unfortunate day, flew by a tennis court during a match. Wham, the ball hits the pigeon right smack into its head. Talk about ball cross fire.


We are One

>> Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Well, they are. I wasn't able to watch the inaugural speech of President Obama because the live feed was at midnight.

I have to admit that I doubted Obama's capability to govern America. But after reading the first few paragraphs of his speech, I can say that youth comes hand in hand with hope. He's still young to become a president, but I believe that his youth will bring new ideas and new rules to bring back the glory of America.

I envy other countries who, after the elections, reunite as a country and as a people. That doesn't happen in Philippine politics. After the elections, the parties who lost complain that they were robbed of votes, that this candidate is corrupt, etc etc. People are stuck with the EDSA spirit. It happened once, twice is enough, the third time is barf-worthy. We lack respect. The people don't respect their leaders, the leaders don't respect their position and the law. It's all abuse. It's sickening.

Back to Obama's speech. I love how Obama didn't make any promises. He attacked the issues with the assurance that all problems will be taken into consideration and will be met. He didn't say that he will answer them. He kept on saying "we." We, a collective term, a term for a team. Team effort. And that team is Team America.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

I hope one day, the Philippines will have a president who will support the progress of the country, face the struggles, and ask help from opponents and the citizens. I pray and hope that they will not see themselves as the savior of the country, but as a leader who will allow each individual to grow. I hope they will not continue to baffle us with promises that result in lies, but to equip every citizen with a goal to work together as a team. When, Philippines, when will we call ourselves a team and not a country of tribes?


My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land -- a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted -- for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor -- who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act -- not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions -- who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them -- that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works -- whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account -- to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day -- because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control -- and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort -- even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment -- a moment that will define a generation -- it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence -- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.



>> Monday, January 19, 2009

Josh Groban, along with Heather Headly and some all-male choir, sang at the inaugural concert of President-Elect Barak Obama. Very, very excellent performance. gah. He can sing even in a chilly weather!

Josh got so high on that performance that right after his stint, he did a video blog about it. Oh em gee, he's going to have a live chat sometime next week. OH MAYGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. I'M SO EXCITED. It's making me giggle right to the bones.

Tsk evil Josh, you ignored the telephone call! haha What if it was President Obama? LAGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT. =))

Obamarama! from Josh Groban on Vimeo.

Funny. The song sounded like "God Save the Queen."


A Tribute Campaign: Certified Senior Bloggista

>> Friday, January 16, 2009

A blog about blogging. Cool.

There's this campaign that is going around the blogosphere (is there such a word? It's the blogging world! Anything can be conjured out of that blogging cap!) on senior bloggers.

" If you are already 1 year in the blogosphere with a continuous blogging. Never been in hiatus is required. And if you are 2 years (+) in the blogosphere. "

Oh ghads. I've been blogging since 2004 and I'm more than a senior blogger.

SENIOR CITIZEN? No freakin' way.

I looked through my archives and looked at my 2004 entries. My September 4, 2004 entry said, "meron na pala akong account. hindi ko lang ginagamit." Oh surprise, surprise Yumi. You are indeed blogging.

It's been what, almost 5 years since I've first started that first blog entry? I realized that blogging has never gone out of style. People have seen a blog as an outlet for their interests, a venue to share about their lives with every single person in this world. Hey, hey, I'm here! Want to know what happened to my life today? Read on! Yeah, that kind of thing.

How do I categorize my blog? A photo blog? A theater blog? A personal blog? A scrapbook?

I can't say that it's a personal blog because I don't write about my secrets. I never write down my secrets because I have this feeling that if I do, someone will find out about it. You know how the antagonists in stories find the diary of the lead character. They find out a deep dark secret ("Oh how I love him so. I cannot wait to feel his arms around me again. Woe, woe is me!") then use it against the lead character. Oh that ain't happening to me, sister. Secrets are only mine and mine to keep. Besides, being too exposed is bad. You're in a risk of being sued for some stupid opinion you have, no matter how brilliant it is. Wow, that was an ironic sentence. Meh, who cares. Moving on.

My blog is a hodge-podge of everything about me and my interests. Most of the entries, I talk about what happened to my day. A general account -- woke up, worked on this, went to this event, participated in this seminar, read this book blahblahblah. Some of the entries are reviews of movies, songs, theater plays that have made an impact on me. Latest example is the song from "Spring Awakening."


Or my blog entries can be fandon squeefest on Josh Groban or Tennis (aka Roger Federer) or American Idol (heloooo Archuleta, Cook, Johns, Castro). When I'm lazy but would want to post an entry, I'd just open my flickr account and post a random photo.

So I conclude that my blog is a random blog.

It's so random that I will insert a cool gif of Federer. Courtesy of markeyesworld from photobucket.

I love blogger because I get to make my own banners. *points to header* SEE!! Photoshopping headers is my way of showcasing my Photoshop development. Woophooooossshh. I only learn by tinkering with the program, or random tutorials from friends. This is one of the past headers I have made.

I also do the layout for my LJ, but that's a different topic.

Hmmm. What else?

"You have to discuss on how you started as a blogger followed by a tribute for all the senior bloggista that you know"

1. I started blogging when my Raquel, a high school batchmate, set up an SHS blog. I was like, "whuut the hell is a blog?" I signed up anyway. And didn't know what to do with my account. I forgot about my account until some mystic told me to tinker with blogger. Tinker I did and created my own account. Tahdah, blogging for me has started. My college buddy Jace taught me how to post photos, create a banner, and all that shiz. I haven't stopped since 2004.

2. Hmmm, I know a LOT of senior bloggers. *groan* Do I have to jot them all down? I'm a lazy ass so I'll just list a few. Buggeroff, deal with it!!

Cool online friends:
Andianka - an opinionated lady. :) She's cool.
Arli - Fellow Federer addict!
Arvin - met him in one of the forums I was once addicted to.
Cielo - wow! She's gonna be featured at Sweet Life! Good job cielo! GO watch! January 21, 5 pm :D
Dauphine - one cool momma
Padre Salvi - yes, you read right
Pepe - from tuh land down undaaaaahh!
Sasha - busy blogger

Family and friends:
Adi - my office seatmate. mwehehe Our bankbook too.
Benny - philosopher turned poet.
Cheska - one happy camper.
Chikai - addicted to Michael Johns, David Archuleta and The Beatles
Faith - food tripper
Roni - she has been changing blogs for i-don't-know-how-long. She loves Gilles Simon too. She has tennis microblog. Light tennis reading!
Thirdy - Cousin. I found out about the campaign from his blog

My other friends are in LJ. If I go through them one by one, it'll take me forever. I might not even finish the articles (note: articleS) I'm supposed to be writing at this very moment. Which means, I need to wrap this up. My deadline is 6 pm. *drum roll*

So I guess that's it. Randomly done, just how my blog is.


with music

>> Wednesday, January 14, 2009

American Idol

The American Idol craze starts today. Every episode is a two-our special, featuring the interesting and the not-so-interesting people auditioning for the show. I've seen a couple of those who have the talent for singing, but I haven't seen a contestant with the star quality.

I'm liking the new judge, Kara DioGuardi. She's like a mix of Simon and Paula. She's less harsh than Simon. The way she says her comments come out as constructive criticisms, not outright bashing. I do love Simon's bluntness and frankness with his comments, but sometimes he goes overboard. :P I can't wait to her her comments when they reach the top 24.

Tomorrow, they'll be visiting Cookie's hometown, Kansas, for the auditions. I do hope they insert Cookie clips. I still miss season 7.

Spring Awakening

I'm still not over this musical. This is my rock musical for 2009. I've seen this five times and I am always awed with the set, the lights, the brilliance of the actors and the heaviness of the plot. Spring Awakening is about a group of teenagers who are in the stage of exploring their bodies and their feelings towards the opposite sex. You'd think that it's a typical teenager story, but it is always in the script and the execution that makes it exceptional.

I love all songs. The soundtrack has been on loop since the 2009 started. One of the songs, "Left Behind," always strikes me. Melchior, the lead character, is talking to the Moritz's dad. Moritz committed suicide because he could not keep up with the pressures of school and his family. Moritz was failing in his studies and his father did not offer any help or support to help him cope with school. He let go of his childhood playmate when he was wallowing in his failures. All hope was gone for him and the only way he thought of was to kill himself.

"Left Behind" was sung at Moritz's funeral. It's a speech for the dad, that it's too late to regret any support or love he could've shown his son.

The video is taken at Kyle Riabco's gig. Kyle played Melchior at the tour cast. This video didn't show the little speech he gave before singing.

Kyle: Have you guys seen Spring Awakening?
(Audience cheers)
Kyle: Ah, so you all have seen my ass.

Melchior does a little ass-peek-a-boo in the play, when he makes love to Wendla. Yes, on stage. For, like, five minutes.

Anyway, that's not the point of the post. Let's get back to the song. Parents should understand that being a teenager is not easy. Blaming or threatening them over mistakes is never the solution to make them good citizens of society.

You fold his hands, and smooth his tie
You gently lift his chin –
Were you really so blind, and unkind to him?

Can’t help the itch to touch, to kiss
To hold him once again
Now to close his eyes, never open them

A shadow passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool it called a home

All things he never did are left behind
All the things his Mama wished he’d bear in mind
And all his Dad ever hoped he know

All the talks you never had
The Saturdays you never spent
All the grown-up places you never went

And all of the crying you wouldn’t understand
You just let him cry – “Make a man out of him.”

A shadow passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool it called a home

All things he ever wished are left behind
All the things his Mama did to make him mind
And how his Dad had hoped he’d grow

All things he ever lived are left behind
All the fears that ever flickered through his mind
All the sadness he’d come to own

A shows passed, a shadow passed
Yearning, yearning for the fool it called a home

And, it whistles through the ghosts still left behind
It whistles through the ghosts still left behind
It whistles through the ghosts still left behind

Atlantis Productions will stage this play middle of this year. I will watch this, to see how it will differ from the Broadway shows.



>> Sunday, January 11, 2009

1. The Galileo Head Office is now at the third floor of Goodwill Building. From our little office at the fifth floor, we hauled our computers, file cabinets and files to be with the Bel-Air center. The training room is now our new home. It's a very refreshing place and it really gives a clean vibe. I'm really thankful that we moved to the third floor because I really hate the fifth floor. The bathroom is filthy, cockroaches visit the hallway, and the lights do not illuminate the place. At the third floor, we have our own bathroom AND HELL IT'S SO CLEAN.

2. I was on a Lee Pace mode yesterday. I'm really disappointed with ABC for canceling Pushing Daisies. It's a really nice show, and I love Anna Friel's dresses. I watched Lee Pace's movie, "Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day." He played a penniless pianist who was in love with the lead role, Delysia, played by Amy Adams. They look adorable together.

I wiki'ed him and guess what, HE'S A JULLIARD GRADUATE. BFA REPREZENT!!! I looooove youuuuuuuu. He's an actor through and through. He can sing too!


I downloaded "Soldier's Girl," where Lee played a transvestite. OHOHO. This is shocking. This ain't the pie maker at all! AT ALL!!!!!!! I scanned the movie and I just had to take screen shots.

He's sooooo pretty.

I SWEAR THAT'S LEE PACE. Let's take another angle.

SEE!!!!! IT'S REALLY LEE PACE!!! Oh em gee.

3. I have a new tv series addiction. I blame Adi for this because she was the one who introduced me to "Privileged." The story is about Megan Smith, a Yale graduate who wanted to write about people who matter. She finds herself in Palm Beach, accepting the work as a tutor to two filthy rich high school kids, Rose and Sage.

I like this show because of the cute guys. HAHAHAHAHAH I like Will because he's a photographer and a tennis player. OH CAMON MY INTERESTS. There was one episode where the Bryan brothers (the top seeded doubles tennis players) guested in an episode. They were playing against each other, and Will was in the sides taking photos. Tennis + photography = LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. I hope there's an episode where Will shows his tennis moves. Then I will love him forever.

I like Charlie, Megan's guy best friend. He's madly in love with her, but he doesn't want to jeopardize the friendship so he dates his co-worker. I don't like his girlfriend Mandy. SELOSA. TSSSSSSSSSS. Charlie is your surfer dude.

I HATE JACOB. Two timer. The moment he asked for Megan's number, I knew he'd be an ass.

I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE MARCO, the resident gay chef at the Baker household. He has the authority to shush the twins, to give advice to Megan, to feed Will, and to impress Laurel. He's so funny and fabulous.

Megan: guess what, I have a boyfriend!
Marco: Oh I have one too!

I watched all thirteen episodes in the span of two days. Uh-oh. Now I have to wait for the 14th episode. Ehhhh. I want more.


apologize: piano cover

>> Saturday, January 10, 2009


more of the grand slam man

>> Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Yeah, yeah. I knoooow. It's Roger Federer... again. If you don't like it, shut up and leave. I missed having tennis actions during the Christmas break, when I had ALL the time to watch games. But tv shows and games have also gone for a winter break. Great. I didn't have CSI, Heroes, Gossip Girl, Pushing Daisies, and House. I didn't have tennis too. Now that tennis is back for the new year, I'm back to my tennis addiction.

These are making me giddy. Seeing people smile sincerely is contagious.

photo by Hassan Ammar
You're my Nike Athlete. I don't care if you have hairy arms and you're five years older than me.

gif courtesy of makeyesworld at photobucket
Mag-side view ka nalang palagi, Andy Murray. Cute pala dimples mo. =)) Ohhhh, Feddy bear is smiling more! He has definitely gotten over his bad attitude on court. Good job!

Dear Rogi and Mirka,

When will you get married? Please get married now.

Sincerely yours,


Abu Dhabi

>> Sunday, January 04, 2009

Oh thank goodness this is just an exhibition game. Issokay BBs. The Grand Slam is still yours for the taking. But please, please please, Feddy Bear. Win the Aussie Open, the Wimbledon and the US Open. I'm giving the French Open to Raffy BB.

I will fill this post with photos.


Aww aren't you the cutest, Rafa.

Federer: I missed you Rafa.
Nadal: I missed you more, Rog.

Game shots:
Nadal and Federer got game byes and advanced to the second round. A bye is an unfair advantage to top seeders. They get to sit their asses off while the other players go through the first round.

First round:
Davydenko vs Roddick: 6-4, 6-4
Murray vs Blake: 6-2, 6-2

Second round:
Murray vs Federer: 4-6, 6-2, 7-6 (6)
Nadal vs Davydenko: 6-2, 6-3

Oh loook! Nadal isn't in sleeveless! He still has the wedgies though. Mwehehe. I watched his game vs. Davydenko on live streaming and he was still scratching his butt.

FE-DE-RER! You're my Grand Slam Man. Look, he can still smile even when while playing

Even if you're so flushed and you have a wtf smile, I will put this photo. I don't care if you lost to Murray at 6-4, 5-7, 6-3, I will always prefer you to Murray. :)) Besides, this ain't a Grand Slam or an ATP Masters, so I'll forgive Murray for winning.

Tomorrow is the start of the Quatar Open. WIN IT FEDDY BEAR! Because you're my Grand Slam Man and you're getting better-er and you're the predator! What the hell am I saying? Just watch this video.

Photos courtesy of daylife.com


wait... now?

>> Friday, January 02, 2009

Even if I have experienced this a lot of times, at different occasions, it always feels like I get a first lesson.

When an event happens, I always have this urge to act right away. Then a force tells me to stop and wait. Slow down. Think about it. Maybe it's just my emotions that's controlling my decisions.

It's a battle inside me. My fingers and my mind are telling me to fight, to speak up, to do something. Then my heart tells me to stop. Weigh in the consequences. Wait for it, wait for it. Everything has its own time.

God's time.

Acting on impulse results in half-baked opinions.
Violent reactions.
Gossiper images.

Tonight is one of those instances where I appreciated the waiting season. The news broke late last year. I wanted to approach, to ask how life is going on during this time of trial. But there was this heavenly force that told me to wait. Not now. Not now.

Then tonight happened. No questions needed, everything I wanted to know poured out like an open faucet.

It just needed time.


And I just waited. It came. On the right time.

I was supposed to go offline already, because I was done with my usual internet business. I went offline, then after a few minutes, went online again.

Then it happened.

Thank you. It was like an answered prayer. And prayers I send back to you. To you, your faith and your love for Him. I pray for all the best for your family.

I still need to learn how to wait. It's not easy perfecting the craft, because I'll never be perfect in waiting. Every day is a waiting moment and I need to learn how to prolong it.

I will wait.
I will listen.
Give my opinions.
Then wait again.
Pray and hope that I may say something worth sharing.
And wait again.

God's time is definitely better than my time.


season's greetings

>> Thursday, January 01, 2009

A very belated Merry Christmas!

Happy New Year to all of you guys! I hope you still have complete fingers and toes, and arms and limbs, and especially your heads. :))

christmas reflection


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