easy win

Serena won easy. the match lasted only 58 minutes!!!.

though i'm happy that Serena is collecting her 10th slam, but i was anticipating a better fight from safina. and despite her win, Serena didn't even have to invest so much energy & effort in playing. she was definitely at her baseline level when she beated safina 6-0, 6-3.

words

the thing is.. when doing a write up, u always find urself clicking the word count button every now and then. somehow, this can ensure some comfort if u have reach the target number of words. but unfortunately, i haven't. so, i'm all panicky now... aiyaya 0_o

a good day

i'm glad to have watched federer securing a place in the finals after beating out roddick in a straight set match. it would be good to see federer & nadal again in the finals. their ongoing rivalry is legendary. but above all else, i'm rooting for federer. and i hope he wins.. . big.

and i'm less enthusiastic about the women's tennis. i don't know. i'm a fan of the williams sisters. but as we all would've known, anything is possible in the WTA. there are no clear front runners. everybody has an equal shot.

blur

i feel like shit. my FYP is a mess. although at the back of my mind, i have this wonderful vision of how my project should be like, but it is harder to channel it into black & white. i just wish that i could pull this through. i don't know. just hope for the best.

scentful

after numerous outings searching for the right fragrance ( hehe) during the winter/january sales, then i finally settle for these two:

huh

all this while.. at the back of mind, i always ponder on the fact that i tend to be prejudice what it comes to u. i just don't know why. i am nice to u because i have to. the present circumstances will not be in my favour me if i acted on the contrary.

take a bow

the other players have left. the stage is empty. it is being stuck. it is entrapment in a time warp. the costumes no longer fit. the buttons have popped. we're different people today but we're still forcing the action.

we have yet to forgive ourselves. hanging on to dreams which did not come true, losses... a loved one who had left us, a youth gone, opportunities which had disappeared.

the game is over. but we're bad sports. we refuse to accept defeat. we run the tape over & over. we can put it to rewind but we can't play the role anymore. and all we have to do, is to turn around... and walk away. the past is not holding us. we are holding it.

we can't put the past to rewind anymore. the buttons are stuck. the actors have gone to other roles. the set has been dismantled. it's about time.. to take the final bow. turn the light off because the show is over.