Showing posts with label Introspection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Introspection. Show all posts

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Ties: A 2009 Reflection

I've been writing so much academic papers that I'm beginning to think I've lost my touch in expressing myself in prose. Perhaps now is a good time to recount the essences of this year's experiences and see just how much 2009 has contributed to my life. I couldn't say that this year was the grandest year for me, but nonetheless, there were circumstances that I allowed to happen, those that I chose to get involved in and savored the ups and downs that came along with it. In the perpetual sense of 'charging it to experience', I'm glad I got something out of all of it.

My realizations center around different types of people that I got to talk with, made bonds with and discovered the extent to what they can be for me. For one, I realize that the ones you least expected to listen to you would be the ones who can listen the best. It does not take for one to be a constant companion, nor to have someone in common with, to be able to qualify as a person who you can rely on. It does, however, require a bit of trust-even if that trust is guided by intuition and the small, considerate and thoughtful things that have been done in the past.

The irony is that apparently, commonalities are not necessarily the key to immediately building and settling bonds. I personally find that puzzling as the bonds I've made in the past were laid with a foundation of generic, perhaps even shallow interests such as listening to music, watching television or reading books. Yet, such bonds turned out to be very formidable and more reliable.

It's rare to find people with a high level of similarity in traits and interest. I realized that in the event that it happens, I see myself nurturing possible bonds that can come out of it. After all, quick logic tells me that if I can create and maintain solid relations with types of people I mentioned above, what more with a very select few who share very similar characteristics? Well, 2009 has shown me that sometimes, similarities can come with tradeoffs. While it can guarantee ecstatic states of interactivities, it is not a short cut in establishing the degree of bonds that my 'quick logic' had me perceived.

In this, I saw yet again, how the little things mattered—acknowledgment, concern, consideration, ambient presence and awareness of others. I felt all of these off hand among the 'generic' ones and now I wonder, maybe these fuel the bonds deeper than mere similarities. Tradeoffs, as someone explained to me what these things are. I see now how it can sometimes make or break the degree of one's relationships to others.

To hang on, to be open and to see were the responses that I chose to do with all the bonds I've nurtured this year. I say again, that the insights that I got were immensely useful. I achieved a sense of what I can give, what I can do, what I should've done but didn't, and what others can also willingly give and extend to me. The emotions, both good and bad, that came along with it serve as a reminder that while I try to maintain a grasp of how things should be, there are things that can be very hard to control. In such circumstances, I remind myself who I am, what I am capable of doing and what I should do. And in the process, I should relearn to listen to my gut feel.

In 2010, I hope to reclaim the ties that I might've left in hiatus due to other things I got preoccupied with, or sometimes, with the explorations that I ventured into. As a result, I have learned more about me, about other people and what makes them tick. I don't intend to burn any bridges as everyone has made a mark on who I am and who I am not. I do, however, intend to thread bridges—both old and new—with greater care and see which is more stable when I cross it as I carry misery or joy.

Thank you, for making this another year of learning experience.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

When lessons in school become real…

Being exposed to the field of Abnormal Psychology and Developmental Psychopathology has desensitized me from the bizarre and socially unacceptable behaviors and thoughts psychiatric patients display. For instance, a random greased-up person clad in mismatched clothes, holding a broom as if it were a gun and acting like a policeman in the middle of the road hardly makes me laugh but rather, fascinates me in an academic way. These ‘taong grasa’, which some label as ‘possible schizophrenics’, are a common sight on the route that I usually take when going around the metropolis.

Today, however, was the first time I’ve seen a person that possibly fit under an intriguing type of schizophrenia—

the catatonic type

On the way to tennis this morning, I passed by this individual who was standing across a church. She was bare naked, appeared to be clean with no apparent smudges of dirt (from my vantage point, at least) and was in the posture as if she was either trying to catch or reach for something with her right arm and hand, while the left was crossed against her chest. Her mouth was open and shaped like an “o” in a protruding fashion. The interesting part was she was completely still.

Seeing these cases on film and reading about them books is fascinating enough but witnessing it in the real, everyday context brought up certain states of pity, concern and responsibility. These people are sometimes mocked and made fun of as if exposing themselves is their intentional way of having a good time. I seriously doubt that’s the case. As a psychologist, I wondered if I should’ve done more than just watch and pass by—a tiny part of me felt so, but the rationale side asked in what way. Pathology is not even my field; I wonder how my psychiatry and clinical psych colleagues would feel.

On route home, she was no longer there. Wherever she is, I just hope the world won’t be too harsh on her.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

If the year 2008 were an academic course, what grade would I get?

First, let’s have a look back to whatever resolutions I said I would do, and whether I got to do them or not.

1. Regarding tennis, I was unable to do the 10 hours a month quota, until the remaining one-third of the year. In total, I played 121.5 hours of tennis for 2008—an amount to beat for next year.

2. All the stuff about chips and pastries and when to eat them were fail.

3. I am more affable this year that I thought I’m turning into an extravert. (No, I’m not).

4. I did not overanalyze most things, but ironically, on the things where analyzing mattered, it turned out my analyzing wasn’t enough even if I thought it was.

The year 2008 had me thinking about a lot of things—realizations that needed reinforcing—some of which I realized on my own while the others have been shared to me, all within 2008 (in no particular chronological order):

1. Drink vitamins DAILY—even if it’s just ascorbic acid. I may not look it but my resistance to germs had been shaky ever since I began to lose weight. I need the supplement…and the psychological effects it brings that make me think an orange pill can render me invincible for the day.

2. Having fun is all good but too much of it can sometimes make you forget some important, basic things in life. One should always have a good bird’s eye view of the whole situation so as not to lose oneself.

3. Must you choose to cover something up, make sure that the context you plan to lie for is worth it and is far greater in significance than the one you are planning to lie to.

4. In a collectivistic culture, “Me. Myself and I” will almost always still be associated with “Others and the Rest”. Therefore, if you say something like, “I don’t care what they think”, apparently does not always work because those who care about you (in whatever ways) give a damn about what people will say about you, because you carry or reflect some part of who they are…and they care about what people think about them. That leaves you with taking an individualistic stance (owning up to your beliefs) and at the same time being a collectivist as well (being considerate of others). Sounds like a stalemate, doesn’t it?

5. True friends not only think of their own convenience, but will also go an extra mile for you—and you don’t even need to ask it from them…they just know.

6. You make your own destiny, the world does not make it for you.

7. Forgiving others versus forgiving oneself—both can be challenging depending on the type of person you are dealing with, the type of person you are and the values that you adhere to.

8. The most academically intelligent people don’t always make the best decisions once they are faced with the course called Real Life. I strongly believe that learning is not just about what course lessons have been retained in one’s mind and its equivalent grade, but equally important are the interpersonal dynamics that a person goes through in the journey of learning.

I never imagined these thoughts would sound so profound when placed in writing. Or maybe that’s the age talking, LOL! So, what’s my grade…?

Uno na lang—pass or fail naman ang buhay, eh! (DLSU grading system, ha.)

Here’s to a positive 2009! May all of you have…

Saturday, December 20, 2008

A Series of Not-So Unfortunate Events

The people I’m supposed to meet are getting sick on me. T_T As a result, plans change. Of course, I don’t blame them (who wants to get sick, anyway?) but it just amazes me that it happened in two consecutive days.

12.19.08

Quiaps was supposed to play tennis with me at Rizal yesterday. After a couple of reply-less text messages and unreachable phone calls, part of me wondered if I should bring extra cash (my wallet silently wept at the thought). The moment I parked in school, I got a text message that got me thinking of Plan B: Quiaps had a nasty headache that rendered her unable to get up.

See, Plan A went like this: Quiaps and I take turns doing drills, then we have lunch afterwards and then I go back to school to do some minor tasks while she heads back home to prepare for an afternoon function. Plan B on the other hand, was relatively simple: Break in your new shoes whatever the cost. “facepalms* And so I did, even if I’m by myself.

12.20.08

I’m supposed to meet up with Greys’ family today and finally see baby Aidan after a long time. If I remember correctly, the last time I saw him, he’s still inside Greys…so, um, yeah—technically, I haven’t seen him. Again, after a couple of reply-less text messages and unreachable phone calls, part of me wondered if I should’ve gone with my tennifriends and played at Rizal today. About an hour before noon, Greys told me that the hubby and the baby are both sick. So much for lunch out with college friends. >_<

After a bit of rationalizing, I suppose it wasn’t that bad that things didn’t go according to plan. For one, I was able to do my errands at school and help out P and T sort surveys (really, guys—if I wasn’t so tired and craving for a bed, I’d help out more) and I was able to get the books T lent me, which I both finished by today. Also, waking up at 9am was a welcome change—I’m still recharging from yesterday and I doubt I’d be able to play well today. At least now, I can finally start doing the thing that I need to do before time runs out. So, it’s all good, no time wasted really.

Indeed, from these events I see that our “…experiences do affect each other, and the other affect the next…” – even for just a bit.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Must...RESIST...!!!

I DON'T NEED A RACQUET THAT COSTS TEN THOUSAND PESOS.

Even if it is the Head Flexpoint Radical MP. On Paylite.

I DON'T need that kind of racquet.
I DON'T even play competitive tennis.
I DON'T need a new racquet for that matter.

Sigh. What I need is to GET PUMPED in writing two research papers, revising three syllabi, checking *looks at lab papers* A LOT of lab papers, reviewing biopsychology and getting published--single authorship.

Repeat bold and italicized mantra to self.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Tennis Tales: An Open Letter

Dear Service,

Serve, I’m going to start with you. I’ve been trying to understand you for so long it’s starting to get me frustrated. At first I thought I get you, then the next, it’s like we’ve never seen each other in the eye. The same thing goes with Toss—why is it going for the 12 o’clock sound so simple and yet I can’t do it consistently? Yes, reach the peak of the toss. Argh! And Snap—it’s like all of a sudden, my wrist becomes incapable of bending. Also, let’s not get started with Flat Serve—I mean, it looks so freakin’ easy and yet wrist insists on doing a spin.

Serve, I NEED to get you—CONSISTENTLY. You’re the only elusive aspect of the sport that’s keeping me from playing a serious game with the people in the tennis court.

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Dear Forehand,

You’re weird. There are times that I feel you (and you look good when I do) but recently, I’m bugged by how you seem to look off (but coach said you’re not). Do remember that the sweet spot IS your best friend, not the racquet frame. And I will have a quiet talk with Semi-Continental grip—we’ve been getting it on lately and I think there’s a need to sort out things as to where we stand.

I look forward to our next meeting. Hopefully I can make you go down (the line) deeper ; ).

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Dear Volley,

I say we are getting reacquainted, after getting used to switching grips for forehand and backhand volleys. Semi-continental and I are still working on Serve but somehow, I’m glad things are working out between the two of you. I hope to you use more of you soon. So far, I’m comfortable coming on to the net—if only I get the opportune time to meet up with Approach Shot.

I’ve always been comfy with you. Let’s try to keep it that way.

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Dear Single-Handed Backhand,

I’m so happy to have formally met you and have somehow given justice executing you. I do miss your sibling, Double-Handed, and the extra control it brought along. But ever since we’ve worked together, it feels at home—even if I don’t brush up as I should or I do the backswing late. I’m yet to really feel how to use you on high bouncing balls but so far, we’re good.

Yeah, we’re good. Can’t wait to put more power on you.

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Dear Footwork,

Remember when you stopped being flatfooted? Well, now is another time to remember others things. First, stop doing the open stance during Forehand—it’s f***ng it up. Second, right leg stays BEHIND when hitting forehands—stop acting like the right half of my leg has a separation anxiety when my left leg goes forward. Third, it’s okay to—no, actually, you SHOULD halt/break/pause before doing an approach shot and running shot.

You were hardly criticized that you sucked. Don’t start now.

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Dear Running Shot,

I.Love.You. <3>

Sunday, August 24, 2008

My All-Neu went for a check up…

And it took 6.5 HOURS!!! Had to bring it to the casa as advised to check on it’s basic idling. The diagnosis was that the idle servo is supposedly malfunctioning and replacing it would cost 14K!!!

O_o! WTF…?

I took it home. There’s got to be another cheaper way. I ended up looking into ‘basic idling’ and ‘idle servo’ on the net and despite the abundance of mechanical jargons, I now have a vague idea on how it works and what alternatives to be done. Now on to find someone who could do it…

PS. I’ve always wondered about mechanical engineering…
PPS. Oh, and why can’t car knowledge be acquired from previous extensive exposure to Initial D?
PPPS. The name ‘ALL-Neu’ came from the short cut of the blurb ‘All New Lancer’ back in 03. A colleague always referred to my car with that even if it was, um, 05 or 06. So the name kind of got stuck. I just got the German spelling of 'new' but retained the English pronunciation.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The FUGly, the Bad and the Good Enough…

Last weekend, I joined the SOCTEC2 field trip to Batangas and Laguna. It’s an overnight thing that turned into…well, at the time, what seemed to be hell on earth (or close to it, maybe especially for the students, who had to shell out an amount they don’t consider as cheap). The problem basically started when we got to the resort we’re supposed to stay for the night—the name of which I didn’t bother to remember (okay, there were the words ‘vista’ and ‘pansol’).

Here are some of the noteworthy things that happened, which hopefully be a source of hard-taught lessons:

Despite the arrival of buses after buses, the kids’ rooms haven’t been assigned yet. The organizers of the trip (let’s call them “LB”) attested that it has been arranged beforehand but due to some students with late payment, the room assignments were not finalized.

The resort ran out of food during dinner time that some students had to wait for the next batch—which was either reordered or bought from a resto outside (I’m not sure…).

We (the older kids who watch over the younger kids) were demoted to a function hall that they made into a sleeping area. By ‘we’, I meant ‘all older kids’--the faculty and discipline officers, regardless of sex. We had to settle sleeping on the floor, with a 2-inch or so mattress and almost poor quality restrooms. It’s a function hall, hence no shower room.

So my colleague Yapatoots and I looked for alternative places to shower and being a resort, we thought there *should* be shower areas beside the swimming pools. It didn't matter if we had to drag our stuff along. In the end, we ended up using the shower room in the quarters of her former students. The female shower areas around the resort DO NOT WORK.

And basically the whole place looked like it is not properly maintained (I wonder who did the ocular inspection, if at all, it was inspected) and the resort people seemed to display a lack of preparation on the whole thing. It also looked like LB had done an unsatisfactory job of coordinating the activity with regards to the lodging. Even if the students claimed that the exposure trips and community visits were not a problem, the discomfort brought by the lodging fiasco basically killed what could have been a more fruitful processing of the exposure trip.

The impact of such field trip horror must’ve subsided, now that I have access to a reasonably clean bathroom. At the time of the trip, I admit I wanted to go home so badly and suppress (with moderate success) the notion that the whole experience was a complete waste of time. Fortunately, there were ways to try and rationalize the misfortunes surrounding the trip. For instance, the night-time karaoke with the other faculty tutors made me realize how much they can loosen up and throw sexual and gay innuendos in the whole conversation. (LOL!) Also, I get to play around with my new digicam and took several pretty pictures

There’s me ^o^…

The sceneries…

And I particularly liked how the presentation of everyday earth-related objects can make nice-looking pictures. ^_^

I think one of the hardest part of the trip is sucking up all the shit that happened, try to stay professional and stick to the objective of the trip, especially since students were all over the place—there’s just no room for overt whining (it's the role-model thing). One thing’s for sure, this whole hoopla isn’t over. I can smell hints of complaints over the next few days.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Tennis Tales: Day 32

Yesterday, I played for 1.5 hours after not playing for 6 consecutive days. I liked how it turned out-my forehands were okay although there were still homeruns, some of my serves got in and I get to return my trainer's serve (his tip here was to look at the ball and he said I'd know which direction it will go...I'm still trying to figure that out but whatever my interpretation of it was seemed to work since I did guess right where the ball was heading).

This made me realize some things: (1) despite not playing for almost a week, I still did okay, (2) maybe playing daily at this point makes me tired so I don't get to play well the next day, (3) I may have already acquired the skills but I won't lose it if I don't play daily, (4) I can survive with eating only a banana and yogurt drink before playing, and (5) maybe playing on a no class day helps mentally. I have to put these to the test and see how it turns out--whether it gets consistent.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

CLASS SUSPENSIONS

Which student wouldn’t like class suspensions? I bet few would. I remember when I was younger class suspensions would be such a blessing especially when it’s right on exam day.

Of course, I wonder which student thinks about the world of other people who have to deal with class suspensions…like maybe their teachers? (Yeah, I bet they’d care, LOL!)

Being in a trimestral system does not help either. I’ve been molding and remolding my existing course plans and adjusting it again and again.

Sigh, I’m starting not to care anymore. I should use the time to check the mountain of papers I have.

It better rain really hard today.

[sun is slightly radiating outside…meh.]

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On other notes…YEAH, BABY!!! THE DJOK HAS FINALLY GONE PAST THE FED EXPRESS!!! I know, I know—Montreal is not even a grand slam but it was so nice to see other players beat Federer. Too bad Djokovic’s already out in Cincinnati. I do hope he does well in the US Open.

…Yes, Bagh-daddy…I’d still root for you, too… ^_^

Monday, April 02, 2007

The Finish Line

Seven terms in the making. Seven bloody terms. That’s how long it took me to get to the finish line. That’s how long it took for me to remove the “Cand.” at the end of my name.

Unless, of course, something gets f*kcd up at the last minute that voids all my effort to beat the March 31 deadline. But it’s the start of the week and so far, I haven’t received any gloomy news…but then since the registrar already accepted and received my requirements, I guess I’m 95% good. Unless the CDs didn’t work…(but darn it, I checked that—I did, I did! Stop being paranoid, jennai!!! >__<).

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I don’t feel any different. On the contrary, I feel the bodily symptoms of whatever illness my immune system suppressed during the course of my writing are coming back. I guess all things will really sink in when I march on June, or maybe when I fit (and pay for the rental) my toga.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my new shoes ^_^ A gift to myself that made my wallet cry and my superego slapped by my id for not listening to my gut feel (when I should’ve bought the damn shoes at Tagaytay on SALE price…but nooo, I just *had* to double check if it’s worth it, etc., etc., then I ended up buying it anyway on a regular price two weeks later in Manila...where I further ended up drooling on how cool it looks that I don't think I'll be able to use it to its full potential because it won't look as pretty anymore @__@). Oh dear.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Play Suspended

I didn’t expect that the rain would continue past the weekend. To think that this typhoon was supposed to be farther in the Visayas than the recent previous one (where there was so much fuss that classes were suspended, only to have clear skies on that day of suspension) and yet, it actually felt like Signal No.1. As a result, I finally had my tennis fix yesterday.

My colleague and I were supposed to play but she was unable to wake up on time for our 9AM appointment so I ended up playing alone. Wait, I meant playing with a hitting partner—our ‘coach’—who made me run from side to side of the court. I’ve been trying to build up more stamina during occasional stints at the gym but at the end of the hour, I still felt tired.

It also didn’t help that I slightly twisted(?) my right foot. It’s not bad, but I felt it…bend. I had it bandaged now so it would remain steady and not have so much pressure on it. Hehe, I intend to have another go at it before the term ends—maybe later this week or the next ^__^.

Let’s see…my forehand is a pass, with a little work on the timing; my serve is so-so—without force, it’s usually in but with force, it’s a hit-miss thing; but my backhand could use a lot of work. It’s frustrating that I can’t get the consistency I need. My two-handed needs less work than my one-handed—coach said it’s okay to use two hands but being the stubborn kid that I am, I still try the one hand…and it’s…flying on an arch…way off the opposite baseline ^^;; Ugh.

My dad once said that in tennis sessions like this, an hour goes by very quickly. I have yet to reach that point where an hour is a breeze. The last fifteen minutes or so was for service practice and I had a basket full of balls to get rid off. Not only that, if the serve was good, a rally would come after. So imagine my relief when there were two balls left...only to have coach yell out at the other end of the court that I serve last ten balls! Could you say I’m getting my money’s worth? @_@

After the session, I stayed in the court for some time to catch my breath. Two senior citizen couple began to play after a while and it was clear that both of them have been playing before. The lady had a nice backhand (a consistent one that made me want to cry...^^;) and the old man had this awesome serve where they ball really curved. I picked up a few balls that came near my direction and gave it back to the lady. I watched them play until their second break when I took my leave—as I looked back at them, the old lady waved and I did as well.

I headed back to school and finished my work. Yes, people—that was on the agenda, and I’m proud to say that I’m done with my non-student work *throws confetti* ^o^

Literal Thoughts of the Day: ''I retrieved several balls that came near my direction at different times and gave it to the old lady, who was on the side of the court near me. She was friendly and we exchanged brief words a couple of times. As a went back to my seat, I began to wonder: I’ve always brought someone along in places outside my comfort zone because I always thought of myself of being way too much of an introvert to interact. But after the brief acquaintance with the lady, I figured—maybe the fact that I’m always bringing someone I know is what’s making me more of an introvert--having someone I already know out there makes me ‘hold back’ and don’t ‘reach out’, when in fact, I can. And back there, I did.''

Friday, October 13, 2006

Blackout

My side of the world experienced a massive power outage due to the typhoon "Milenyo". The crappy part about it was that the power outage lasted for nine f*%&#$@ days in our END of the street!!! And no, I don't blame the typhoon but mortal weaknesses (like inefficiency or incompetence, maybe) of those who are supposed to keep things in check.

There were some things I learned during the brief exposure to this 'contemporary dark age':

1. No electricity doesn't mean productivity will be hindered. On the contrary, it can progress, especially since there are no distractions like cable TV and the Internet.

2. I love my Creative MuVo!!! It has kept me sane with its FM radio feature and whatever mp3s I had it in.

3. Back up computer files are not only useful when the computer breaks down.

4. Sometimes you need to take matters in your own hands.

5. Morning heat wakes me up early.

6. I still like rain despite the devastation it can cause when it chooses to. For some reason, it rained every night during the span of the black out, making it more bearable. On the day that we got our electricity back, it didn't rain anymore.

7. Not even a blackout can stop me from dropping by a custom car show event.

8. I really, really, really, REALLY like dogs.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

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.

Monday, September 11, 2006

“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.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

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*

Friday, July 14, 2006

Today and a 2-Day Recap

The day went so fast today and even if I did stay at school the whole day, it felt like I hardly did anything! I mean, I’m still stuck thinking about school matters over the weekend and hardly crossed out any of my things-to-do list. And it’s not that I didn’t do anything about it…I did but some other instances got in the way, instances that were related to what I was supposed to do. Darn. @__@

My consolation was the weather. I love the rain and it’s been raining for the past two days [three including today]:

Wednesday: Classes were suspended before noon but I stayed in school to do some work that I finished at around late afternoon. On the way to the parking lot, I was well equiped with an umbrella and jacket but the rain was so hard and the wind giving its share, my umbrella almost flipped on its underside [?] and my pants got seriously soaked. It was a change driving in heavy rain though—you can’t be too fast…but it doesn’t matter—there’s some kind of unhurried feel to it. The slightly flooded roads will slow you down anyway.

Thursday: A freaked out Choco [who woke up early to prepare for school only to find out that it was suspended again] texted me about the class suspension. I opened the TV, saw the announcement on the news marquee on ANC then immediately flipped to BBC and CNN--I was more interested on the news when Zizou spoke about on what really happened during the World Cup finals. I tried to guess that, assuming he was indeed provoked, it must be something degrading about his Algerian roots and his father. My guess wasn’t a bull’s eye but it was close on the derogatory part. Of course, whichever way you put it, what he did was uncalled for and the sight of a ‘magnificent footballer’ acting in such manner appalled a lot of people [or in my case, elicited a ‘zizou-what-the-hell-were-you-thinking?!’ reaction]. But then, France’s former coach Michel Hidalgo had a point when he said "We have made him into a god, we have canonized him, but he's above all a man, and a man is fragile and breakable…he isn't Zorro, or the god of soccer." I guess when we prime ourselves and perceive someone to be so great, it’s a lot harder to accept that s/he has human frailties as well—someone who can make some stupid mistake just like everybody else.