Aptly, the Filipino horror movie Sigaw (literally “Scream”) by Yam Laranas is being remade for Hollywood, by the same director, as Echo. It’s not in the article.
The author points out that ghosts don’t like to travel, they stick to their designated haunting area.
From ScienceNOW Daily News: “Talk about “gaydar.” In just a fraction of a second, people can accurately judge the sexual orientation of other individuals by glancing at their faces, according to new research. The finding builds on the growing theory that the subconscious mind detects and probably guides much more of human behavior than is realized.”
Romantic attraction works just as fast. You CAN tell in milliseconds whether you are likely to have a thing with someone. Seems irrational not to mention unfair, but it’s true. From empirical evidence collected over the years, I’ve concluded that if there is no instantaneous attraction/spontaneous combustion between two individuals, it’s not going to work. But that’s just me.
Chokovic didn’t. Novak Djokovic makes it to the Australian Open final, beating Roger Federer 7-6, 6-3, 7-6. And 2008 won’t be another Federal/Naderer year. Guess I’ll have my annual Federer dream a little early this year. (Roger, Rafa is not the only other player on earth. Ditch the history spiel, you need to enjoy killing on the court. Maybe get a coach. What about Andre?)
So. Tsonga.
P.S. Did someone just say Marat?! You want Tsonga to have a career like Marat’s?! Oh, as a curse. Sorry, we get emotional at the mention of Saffy’s Russian Tartar father—who is 28 today (Sunday) and hurtling down the ATP rankings!
Baghdatis ’06, Gonzales ’07, Safin ’04 all had a great run to the final, then got a walloping from the same guy. (Marat won in 05). I love Marat, but he’s the great squandered genius of his time. And Bags, another wonderful wasted talent. I don’t like this Next Something or other. Allow Tsonga to be the great Tsonga.
I think The Fed is getting bored. I’m not sure winning without really trying is good for anyone. Where’s the passion? Andre Agassi for coach! As for Nads, he’d never made the semis in Melbourne before this year, so he still gains. (Double Ayyy: Rafa had to fly home economy-class. Can his massive quadriceps even fit in coach?) Meanwhile, Sharapova shrieks her way to victory, Ivanovic exits with ears bleeding. Seriously, Maria deserved it.
The Geography of Bliss: One Grump’s Search for the Happiest Places in the World by Eric Weiner.
E nagpunta ba siya dito? Walang kwenta ang librong yan kung hindi siya napadpad sa Pilipinas! Masaya ang mga Pinoy. Walang rason, wala lang, masaya lang kami.
If the author had been Pinoy, his name would be Eric Langgonisa.
Remember that piece in The Economist, The Anthropology of Happiness? The one about Pinay maids in Hong Kong who by all rights should’ve been miserable, but were Happy.
It’s a few weeks after the Christmas season and a few weeks before Valentine’s day. This means there are more lonely, depressed, suicidal people out there than there are the rest of the year. Think about it. There’s nothing like being surrounded by gleeful revellers and love-stoned couples to make one feel like he’s fallen into a black hole.
Jo-Wilfried Tsonga just booked his place in the Australian Open final, destroying Rafael Nadal 6-2, 6-3, 6-2. Those biceps! It looks like he’s actually physically stronger than Rafa! Tomorrow’s semifinal pits Roger Federer against Novak Djokovic. Now Choke-ovich has been playing very well and The Fed has played just enough to win, but that is the whole point. Roger’s game is so complete, he doesn’t even have to play at maximum strength every time, he only has to win.
“I have to say a novena,” Mike declared.
“For a Federer fan you have very little faith,” I said. “I have accepted that he doesn’t need me, he’s going to win anyway.”
“The novena’s not for Roger,” said Mike, who never watches a match unless he already knows who won. “It’s for me. These matches give me ulcers.”
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