Appreciating Fate

I’ve always been a firm believer of ‘acting on something you want to achieve’. Laymen would refer to a saying of ‘you reap what you sow’ (or something like that…) and those familiar with psychology may link it with ‘internal locus of control’. Bottom line is if you want something done, have the initiative to do it—do not wait for somebody else to do it for you, nor wait for the universe (and the constellations) to conspire to your side just so you’ll get what you want. For me, fate is something that happens after you’ve done everything you could.

Yet today, fate intervened. Then initiative took control.

All it took was a student who happened to pass by carrying two Babolat tennis racquets, a colleague’s guts to ambush interview the unsuspecting student and deciding to take several chances afterwards. In the end, we got a venue that is free and very convenient. Sure, it’s a little shabby, slightly worn out, with no ball kids but it’s private (hopefully) and has a wall to practice on. At least, we’ll look like incredibly hilarious noobs in a clandestine fashion ^_~.

It’s amusing (maybe paradoxical) that the two ideas worked well together in one circumstance. And I’m not even supposed to be in school on a Tuesday. Go figure.

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…”

(- Semisonic’s “Closing Time”)

Begin…early rise and shine -o-o-o- End…2am lights out = brunch as breakfast.

Begin…serious work -o-o-o- End…goofing off that (u) call work.

Begin…to continue 2nd leg analysis -o-o-o- End…hiatus.

Begin…bio LabLec refresher -o-o-o- End…uncertainty.

9/13…Begin Uefa Champions League -o-o-o- End…Rockstar: Supernova

2006…Begin FEDerer Express Domination -o-o-o- End…Agassi and Navratilova Dynasties -o-o-o- Begin…Living Legends…along with Zizou and Michael Schumacher.

Time and Tennis

Time has a very sneaky nature. In one moment, it would look like you have lots of it but the next, it creeps up behind you and makes you realize that you don’t have enough, or that you are running out of it.

Time flies, even if you’re not having fun (like when you’re cramming for something). It’s interesting—I’m not exactly the type with a *really* hectic and fixed schedule (it’s flexible, actually…sort of) and yet, I still feel time passing by rather quickly (especially when I get reminded by cues like calendars ; ). My school’s time zone and my exposure to it for almost 10 years (…’darn it! it’s that long already?!?!?!’ >>> see what I mean?…) doesn’t help either.

Fifteen days ago, I confidently thought that I would be able to work on my thesis once regular classes ends since there will be 3 long weeks before the next term begins. Then yesterday, after glancing at my calendar, I was stunned to see that I have just a week left—and I still need to do my load preps for the next term!

Thus, next week I shall continue my race with time with utmost focus and concentration.
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Oh, crap…It’s the US Open quarters to finals matches. Must-not-get-distracted….

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If I would define ‘ambivalence’ in terms of the US Open, it would be the match between Andrei Agassi and Marcos Baghdatis. Since I liked them both—Agassi, for dramatic purposes of ‘could-this-be-his-last-game-ever-?’, and Baghdatis for, well, maybe a validation of his other grand slam hard court performance—I didn’t really care who would win. Or so I thought.

After resisting the temptation to skip the Friday workshop I’m supposed to attend to, I found out later that day that Agassi actually won a 5-setter. I was like, ‘Wow! He’s really good and/or lucky! His battle goes on….etc.’, then I thought, ‘Aw, man—Baghdatis lost! Why???? *speechless*…’.

Well, at least it wasn’t Julien Bennetau who had beaten him this time.

I hope Sportplus would show the rerun of that game….maybe I should’ve skipped the workshop after all. Hehehe, kidding.

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I can’t resist thinking of this “What If” moment of Agassi’s final game: “He would reach the US Open finals but he loses on a penalty because he displayed violent behavior with his tennis racquets…breaking them using headbutts!” LOLOL!!!

Zizou, anyone? ^o^ I know, I know—that would be uncharacteristic of Agassi but it’s still funny to think about it since…well, they are both bald and both of them have their first and last names begin with the same letter…

Okay, that was stupid…you can stop reading now…

*gets strapped in a straight jacket*