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Finally

• Listening to: Love Hina - Winter Wish (Instrumental)

It’s been kind of a hectic week, the heat and flies driving me insane everytime I get onto the streets. Worked so many hours this week I didn’t realise until I counted the hours yesterday. Finally can sit down and relax a bit, before accumulating some stuff to bring home to friends and family.

Been so tired the last few days I most usually KO by 12am and don’t realise it until I wake up the next morning around 7am (Usually end up sleeping on my glasses, amazingly their still unbroken). This morning I wake up not feeling like a melted candle, as with all heat waves in Melbourne, it’s usually a cycle and a precursor to rain. It was raining yesterday and the looming clouds this morning threaten more rain to come.

Heh, all this heat and cold and tiredness have taken its toll on me and felt a bout of flu trying to take me on. You can tell when you’re gonna fall sick, and I’ve been pumping myself with vitamins and water and also just collapsing into bed at night to stave off this infection (hehe.. although the best cure for anything is still just a cup of coffee). Body says don’t push yourself too hard, and I intend to listen. Only get a couple of weeks off and I intend to spend everyday of it doing something useful!

Now, off to market.

Tennis Anyone?

• Listening to: Rurouni Kenshin - Warrior Suite

The warm weather of Melbourne is usually associated with the Australian Open. Heh, it’s amazing that players can duke it out for more than 2 hours under this kind of weather conditions (30+ degrees celcius).

Was at the pub with Pi Ang last night sampling some Mountain Goat from the tap (it tastes different from the bottled versions, apparently cause they are shipped regularly and hence, should be fresher. Yes, beer needs to be fresh to taste good as well) at a local pub. The men’s semi finals was telecasted life with Roger Federer and Marat Safin playing their guts out to proceed to the final.

It was already towards the end of the fourth set when we were watching. This match sparked my interest again in tennis as a sport. I’ve been to the Australian Open twice in previous years and had a ground pass, so I could just hop from arena to arena to catch a glimpse of various star players. I learnt the rules back then, which are plenty cryptic unless you had someone explain it to you (golf is still cryptic to me, although I’ve promised myself to learn that sport one day).

Back to the match, it was a plenty exciting match, with the audience cheering and the emotional stress you see the players going through seems to highlight what’s at stake on a match at this stage. I’m not one for tennis techniques, so I don’t know if a player is playing fantastically or poorly. I do, however, know the basic rules and this is the kind of sport where in order to win, you have to persevere to the very end. Not an easy thing to do, and it requires a lot of endurance. Men’s matches in the semi finals (or so I’ve noticed) can last 5 hours or more, since both parties want very much to win.

Was watching the score bobbing up and down between match point, then tie break etc. Heh, I was watching intently until Safin broke Federer and won the fourth set, making them even to two sets each. So it needed just one more set to be settled.

Only just found out that Safin had won the match, and looking at the score line: 5-7 6-4 5-7 7-6 (8-6) 9-7, you know it was an exciting match. So Safin goes on to face Lleyton Hewitt in the finals, as the latter beat Andy Roddick in tonight’s match.

Won’t be watching the match, but will be supporting Safin this Sunday. Heh…

Waking Up

• Listening to: Robert Downey Jr. - River

I got out of bed with a BANG, literally. There was this mosquito hovering over my line of sight as I was staring at the ceiling and WHAM, it died a horrible death against the wall. I assume this was the same mosquito that gave me insomnia the night before with the little hill mounds it created when stomaching my blood.

Half an hour before the mosquito incident, I woke up and said ‘Good morning, Mak’, which immediately led me to think of myself as being slightly neurotic. Do people wish themselves good morning? This was instinctive, I didn’t even need it to go through my brain. I think the heat* has somewhat fried my brain, heh.

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* Melbourne was an insane 37 degrees celsius the day before and only working at the fish shop provided the environment needed to escape it. The heat of summer also brings the abundance of insects around the place, especially mosquitoes, which are usually quite rare in Melbourne.

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Update: Yes, must really be neurotic. Was blasting music and having paper thin walls, I think I woke up my poor housemate from his sleep. He lives here too you know. It’s like only 8 plus in the morning here, what are you thinking? Erm, sorry dude. Heh.