Maria Sharapova was ousted in the 1st round by the other Russian Maria, Maria Kirilenko. Here are some photos of yesterday's action.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sto. Nino - remembering the innocence
Yesterday was the feast of the Sto. Niño. We often see images of the Sto. Niño dressed in different attires: as a farmer, as a cop, as a fireman, a boy scout. It usually indicates the occupation of the owner of the image. How do I dress the Sto. Niño as a civil servant pretending to know IT? Sometimes we also see a naked version called Sto. Niñong hubad which is also supposed to be a love amulet. It could be blasphemous to think that the owner could be a macho dancer?
Yesterday's homily mentioned something about remembering the innocence. We adults have many worries, compromises, and guilt. The kids have it much simpler. They never worry at all. They always manage to have a good time. They play a lot with friends, classmates, anybody, even with strangers. They fight occasionally, at times to the point that the parents get into their fights as well, but only to patch things up as quickly as it started. The adults' quarrels caused by their kids' fights last longer, even if the kids are alright already.
I don't know exactly how and when we lost the innocence. We are a bunch of cynics now. Don Henley's song rings in my mind. Isn't it good to have that childlike innocence again?
Yesterday's homily mentioned something about remembering the innocence. We adults have many worries, compromises, and guilt. The kids have it much simpler. They never worry at all. They always manage to have a good time. They play a lot with friends, classmates, anybody, even with strangers. They fight occasionally, at times to the point that the parents get into their fights as well, but only to patch things up as quickly as it started. The adults' quarrels caused by their kids' fights last longer, even if the kids are alright already.
I don't know exactly how and when we lost the innocence. We are a bunch of cynics now. Don Henley's song rings in my mind. Isn't it good to have that childlike innocence again?
Labels:
age,
innocence,
white hair
Saturday, January 16, 2010
This could make the Pac-Floyd happen
Much blame has been passed around for the fight not happening. It's late now, but I suggest a possible compromise to the fiasco.
Pacman balked at the idea of blood tests close to the fight but agreed to a post fight test. Floyd agreed to a $10M/pound overweight penalty.
Floyd should accept the after-fight blood test as Pac counter suggested. Then if anybody is found dirty (for any reason - drugs, steroids, whatever), the penalty can be $15M or something that would really hurt, like the $10M per pound penalty for anybody overweight.
That would mean withholding the purses until the test results are in. But that should make everyone happy. Pac because he can clear his name, Floyd because he got what he wanted, and especially the fans because the fight materialized.
Pacman balked at the idea of blood tests close to the fight but agreed to a post fight test. Floyd agreed to a $10M/pound overweight penalty.
Floyd should accept the after-fight blood test as Pac counter suggested. Then if anybody is found dirty (for any reason - drugs, steroids, whatever), the penalty can be $15M or something that would really hurt, like the $10M per pound penalty for anybody overweight.
That would mean withholding the purses until the test results are in. But that should make everyone happy. Pac because he can clear his name, Floyd because he got what he wanted, and especially the fans because the fight materialized.
Labels:
boxing,
Manny Pacquiao
Friday, January 15, 2010
Just joking 2
A CONVERSATION BETWEEN A SOFTWARE ENGINEER AND HIS WIFE.
Husband (Returning late from work): Good evening dear, I'm now logged in.
Wife: Have you brought the grocery?
Husband: Bad command or filename.
Wife: But I told you in the morning.
Husband: Erroneous syntax. Abort?
Wife: What about my new TV?
Husband: Variable not found...
Wife: At least, give me your Credit Card, I want to do some shopping.
Husband: Sharing Violation. Access denied...
Wife: Do you love me or do you only love computers, or are you just being funny?
Husband: Too many parameters...
Wife: It was a great mistake that I married an idiot like you.
Husband: Data type mismatch.
Wife: You are a useless.
Husband: It's by Default.
Wife: What about your salary?
Husband: File in use...Try after some time.
Wife: What is my value in the family?
Husband: Unknown Virus.
Husband (Returning late from work): Good evening dear, I'm now logged in.
Wife: Have you brought the grocery?
Husband: Bad command or filename.
Wife: But I told you in the morning.
Husband: Erroneous syntax. Abort?
Wife: What about my new TV?
Husband: Variable not found...
Wife: At least, give me your Credit Card, I want to do some shopping.
Husband: Sharing Violation. Access denied...
Wife: Do you love me or do you only love computers, or are you just being funny?
Husband: Too many parameters...
Wife: It was a great mistake that I married an idiot like you.
Husband: Data type mismatch.
Wife: You are a useless.
Husband: It's by Default.
Wife: What about your salary?
Husband: File in use...Try after some time.
Wife: What is my value in the family?
Husband: Unknown Virus.
Labels:
joke
Thursday, January 14, 2010
My women's tennis album 19
She is just turning 16 in a couple of days. I saw her on TV last weekend. British Laura Robson is indeed jailbait.
Labels:
camel toe,
Maria Sharapova,
nipple poke,
tennis,
upskirt
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