Guilty speech

It's been, what, an unhealthy number of days since I last ranted. Not gonna make any excuses here; rather, am somewhat consoling meself that the week-long public hols is a great excuse for me to stay away from this machine that I would usually spend the better hours of the day destroying my eyes with.

Uhm, what am I on again? Oh, right. This ridiculous sense of slight guilt for not paying attention to my blog, can you believe it. I mean, isn't it just friggin ludicrous that I'm actually feeling this?

Anywho, first and foremost do allow me to pick up from where I left you last. The grand clash between The Sorcerer and The Apprentice, as the papers Down Under labelled it. Of course, I watched it. Of course, I squealed, screamed, clapped, cursed, everything, at the idiot box.

My boy Marcos Baghdatis went straight into the match with a nothing-short-of-amazing display, especially by taking the first set 7-5. It matters not that he lost the following three consecutive sets. I mean, come on, he was faced with a hurdle so huge that practically none others have ever managed to overcome. We're talking about the calm, the collected, the too-cool-for-school tennis ace. The [then six] seven-time Grand Slams of the world conquerer, Roger Federer.

Most importantly, Marcos achieved what others before him didn't: he made Roger cry. Yup, even in losing the 20-year-old Cypriot made a sensational smash, one that eventually broke the mighty Sorcerer's ice, one that eventually shocked the world with the realisation that Roger Federer is human, after all.

Anyway, that was Sunday. Monday through today just came and went, much too quick for my liking. Soon it's back to work for me; what a drag! Oh well, at least I had a totally wholesome and lazy nine-day break, I guess.

Finally finished reading Chuck Palahniuk's "Lullaby." Boy, did that take a loooooooooooooong time! Think it's been, what, three weeks plus since I started flipping through its pages. It's not that the book is boring, no way José. Palahniuk's such a great writer, and his ideas are totally in-your-face refreshing, I kid you not. It's just that, well, work's been crazy. And every time I get some spare minutes (typically at the end of the day, right before slumber) I'm already totally knackered and so only manage a couple of lines. Bad bad bad.

Anywho, was flirting with the idea of going ahead with another one of Chuck's masterpieces, "Diary," when I decided to take a break from him. Again, I must insist that it's not because he's boring. Let's just say that I just needed a change of scenery.

So I picked up Sue Townsend's "The Queen & I" instead, and boy, is it hillarious! Basically, it's about the British Royal family getting booted from their monarchy by Republicans who were victorious in the General Election. Basically, it's about The Adventures of The Windsors as they are suddenly and rudely exposed to the ways of the real world.

Though I've only done 8 out of the 51 chapters, I dare promise you that what I have in my hands is totally legendary stuff! With that thought, I thee leave. Wanna try return this book to its owner by Valentine's at least  ;Þ