It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn

The year's coming to an end, and there's a strain in me. Somehow I'm pushing people away, and I am feeling resentful all the time. Just these few days. I don't know why, but it's not healthy, I know. And it's that bad that I'm finding solace in reading Harry Potter. Go ahead, laugh. When I was still in school, Harry Potter has always been my source of comfort. Immature, or whatever. But it was the perfect escapade for me, mind you. No book has come this close. It's like Wendy escaping to Neverland? Something like that. So different and yet, so peaceful. You escape reality. With just those turning pages. And then you stop, you are back. Harry Potter is brilliant, I'm just proud to be part of the generation who lived within the pages of the seven book series. So back. I feel like, a storm is coming. Frustration builds up. And then, there's the unspoken guilt and regret. Almost like I'm dying to change everything I have gone through so far. Start over. Go back to the years where I felt carefree, the years which only now I appreciate more than ever. So there's the urge to tear everything within my sight. I talk to no one but my brothers. And sometimes, I just don't understand myself. You know, I think I could do without every material being offered to me and nudging me in the face screaming you are so lucky to get all these stuffs, when all I want is renewed hope. Someone to look at me and say, "I believe in you, because you are amazing, and I'll always have your back." Ironically, I give these support to others, I give these advices to those I care, I have the backs of those whom I really love. It pains me to see anyone not being able to defend themselves in the face of adversity. And adversity being not just in the form of human, but also those demons attacking the settings of the mind. The demons working hard to tear the fuel of hope within you. It's just is not fair. When people condemn you repeatedly to your face and you just stand there looking hopeless. It kills me for them. They deserve to have their voice heard. Sometimes I become their voice. And for voicing it, I have been branded arrogant. Just because I'm a girl? Such injustice. And when these things happen to me, I find myself standing alone, not flanked. Part of me, the big one, believes at all time that I am strong. Judgement after judgement, and hearing those things which, I myself didn't know, the false critics, obviously, makes me laugh. And the makes me cry at the same time. All this while I have been nothing but real. The real me. I don't put up a fake facade, I don't two-time. I can assure you I have been the most honest me I can be at all times. Even with strangers. And perhaps that, is a weakness. Because I had been myself to a stranger, and that did not end well. But I realise, it wasn't my fault to begin with. The fault I should be held for is for not seeing through the mask presented by the stranger. I saw it, but I ignored it. I thought things can change. But I was just being stupid. So, all the while, I was me. And somehow people come with alternatives pointing me not being me. I'm not who I appeared to be. Seriously? And I have no choice to voice that out. I'm nothing but a stupid girl who doesn't know who she is. Apparently they know more than me. That breaks me. That lyric, 'If you could read my mind, you'd be in tears.' Why the tears? My story isn't as tragic as those kids who are robbed of the basic needs in the world. But you'd be tears for all the wrong ideas you had about me. You see me, so real in many ways, and yet you choose to ignore what you see, and do assumptions that would make you see me in a different light. Apparently assumptions are making an ass out of you and me. I'm out of that one. Seriously, is it that hard to fuel hope to another? You chose to bring her down. She's stupid. She's ridiculous. It's the she who has to carry that lump in her throat all the time, believing life would get better. She's wondering, why can't you see.
Just because I speak of that one topic to you only because you are too dense to talk about anything else to me, doesn't mean I worthless. If you really care to find out who I really am, you'd be surprised, but I assure you it isn't anything bad. I know myself, but with all those judgement and critics.. Sometimes I wonder if I should just play along and be who they want me to be. If they are bringing out those non-existent judgement about me, does that means it's exactly how they want me to be?
This year was bad enough for me. Sure, I had learnt so much, much more than I have all those years in school, but I'm just lost right now. If only things were a little different. But I believe that next year would be the best I have ever had. It has to. Or life would be so unfair.
#ForOnceInMyLife I just one someone to look at me and tell my from their heart, that they believe in me and will always have my back. But then again, that's a little too much to ask, isn't it?

And every demon wants his pound of flesh, but I like to keep some things to myself, I like to keep my issues strong..

Eyes On That Red Bugatti Veyron

 

So, I was trying to convince myself they aren't the same person. But of course there's the one that is taller, and younger..

I watched Mission Impossible:Ghost Protocol yesterday, and really, we could do more with these kind of movies. I LOVED it. Brilliant seriously. And Christian Ba Tom Cruise was magnifique! Okay, done.

P.S-The BMW i8 looks sweeeet. And that Bugatti Veyron. That's more like it.

Oh You Gotta Fire And It's Burnin' In The Rain

Today I watched Thor, AGAIN. We bought both Thor and Captain America DVDs, and my cousins came over, so they wanted to watch a movie and we decided on Thor. I, decided on Thor. Because I love Captain America more. What does it have to do with that? When there's the one movie I love alot, I prefer to watch it in complete silence because concentration is essential. And watching Thor made me doubt as to which Marvel character I really like. And then.. no, I still love Captain America. That movie has class. And so does Chris Evans. But Chris Hemsworth is amaaaazing. So. Freakin'. Gorgeous. And seriously, this is some pointless musings, I'm going about. But I love Captain America more than Thor. But I love Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans just the same.

What is it not to like? But before all these aawesome Marvel superheroes, there's only one for me. The great Batman. The amazing Bruce Wayne. The fantastic Christian Bale. And I so cannot wait for the movie next year, The Dark Knight Rises. It's just so sad that Christopher Nolan's and Christian Bale's take on this comic legend is going to end, because this is definitely the best ever. I LOVE THE DARK KNIGHT. Oh, Christian Bale.

P.S- Oh, Neymar. Neymar Jr. reminds me strikingly of Keisuke Honda. But Keisuke Honda is so tragically underrated. Because he's Asian?

P.P.S- Viva, Barcelonaaaa! 4-0 against Santos is Club World Club Final. So pro.:)

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

So, today I watched Arthur Christmas.

And that, was one of the best Christmas movies I have ever watched. Christmas ANIMATED movies, that is. 

Rather than wasting precious bucks on Puss in Boots, this is one money that is worth your bucks. It's amazing!

The directors did wonderfully in bringing that magical Christmas feel to the money, it really touches whoever who watches it. Unless you're the guy with the heart carved of stone.

It's about a story of what Christmas really means, the love and the fact of making another smile. So what if you have delivered 2 billion gifts all around the world, but missed out one, just one. And that being the girl who really believes in Santa. While Santa and his first assistant decided to ignore her, his mail agent, his underestimated son decided to be the hero of the night. To save a girl's believe and faith. And should I say James McAvoy was the bomb? If you don't know who is he, he was Professor X in X-Men First Class. Don't know who he is? God bless your sorry soul. And my crush on him just intensified. TO be honest, however amazingly dashing Michael Fassbender was in X-Men, I loved Professor X more. But it was Havok who really caught my eye.:D The charming blonde. 

Anyway, back to the topic, Arthur Christmas was beautiful. It's just a story of what Christmas really means, but creativity must be applauded when Santa took it a level higher and did not send presents with his normal reindeers, instead it was a space ship. So. Freaking. Cool. But the magic, is there. So magical, that I resent my family decision in cancelling the European trip we were supposed to be on. It was postponed to next year, summer. Because it won't be that cold. Oh, whattheheck. It's a dream to be able to experience the magic of White Christmas, I tell you. 

When the movie started, the first thing I saw was a boy. I was like, wait a minute, this is like... REAL. I thought it was animated! Don't tell me it's one of those movies they tried making it too real, till it flop. And suddenly the boy broke into a song, and I remembered saying out loud (if not too loud), "WHAT THE HELL IS JUSTIN BIEBER DOING IN THIS MOVIE?" No, seriously. Justin Drew Bieber. Singing Santa Claus Is Coming To Town. But but but I totally adore the dance moves for the song, so freakin' cool! 

Arthur Christmas was fantastic, fantastic! Go watch it, if you have not! And don't give me all the nonsense I'mtoooldforkid'smovies stuffs. Get a life, and watch the movie, you might survive in life.

Okay I did mention James McAvoy was Arthur Christmas himself, but did I mention Hugh Laurie (yeah, House), Bill Nighy, Jim Broadbent and Eva Longoria was in it too? So cool, really. It's just fantastic!

Next movie: Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked. :)

The delight of giving, always surpasses the excitement of getting a present. Hasn't it, always?

When People Run In Circles.

2011 is nearing to an end and... I don't know if I'm sorry to see the last of it. But, I really do want to make the most of it. We'll see how it goes.
Well, it is all we want to do, every single year when December approaches, no? Make the most of the remaining time, thanking family and friends for the time well spent, and wishing next year would be a better year and all those craps things we do, trying to sound emotional and sentimental and whatever else.
Yet still, at least some of us actually notices that the year is about to end. To many others, the end of 2011 means nothing. It's understandable, how even when the years flew by, everyday they do the same things, the same routines, like a rut.
And sometimes, actually this year, THAT got me frustrated. If there's one thing I regret, is that taking A-Levels in the month of January itself, because right now, after 11 months of it, I'm a lost cause. All the time I go, what has happened to me? Okay let's not go to the part of how the mighty has fallen.

Now, like I said, it's the same thing every day. I envy them who gets to live their life differently. Those jobs you get to travel. To try so many new things. But I join the general way of living life, "When people run in circles.." That line was from the song Mad World. And every single line in that particular song is so very true.
Here, let's interpret and think about each line. I may not define each of it according to the artist's definition, but this is my interpretation of what it's like today.
"All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces."
We meet the same people, from day to day. We go to the same places, offices or colleges or school.. it doesn't matter, does it? We have commitment. To study. Or to work. No education, we die. No career, we die too. Commitments need responsibilities, which we tire easily of. But that's just how today's world is. If you're a student, you must die studying. If you're an adult, you must die working your butt off.
"Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere."
Ahh, this. It's something I would associate with some grown-ups I know. Some relatives and family friends. They work their butt off to get those money we can't live without, and then there comes the hesitancy. Their reluctancy or refusal to spend. I honestly don't know why are they so afraid. They live so contained, so.. in the box. They refuse to spend on new things, when you know they can afford it. They refuse to spend to see a little more of the world. Or even to save a dying relationship. Is there such thing as too expensive? Attitude like that, no one's ever going anywhere.
"Children waiting for the day they feel good, happy birthday, happy birthday. Made to feel the way that every child should, sit and listen, sit and listen."
While some parents are willing to allow their children to have their own say in their lives, many others treat them 'like every child should'. Listen to us, we are older than you. Listen to us, we are right, you are wrong. When will the time come when parents admit that they too, can learn something from their children. From everything I've observed, the kids make the parents wiser than who they really are. Even I learn from them too, and that is not self-deprecating in any way. There's so much truth to the innocence. Nothing's fake, nothing's pretentious. A child's lost childhood, is something a parent can never be forgiven for. You robbed your kid of his or her freedom, his or her time. And we know time is something we can't get back.
"When to school and I was very nervous, no one knew me, no one knew me. Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson, look right through me, look right through me."
The same thing, no? What exactly do we learn in school these days? Gone were the days teachers gave commitment to raise a society the right way. Instead, it's, "I'm a teacher, and my job is to read out the syllabus content so you can pass your examinations." Gone were the days when you actually believed the teachers were actually smarter than you. Gone were the days when you respected your teacher. I mean, all that died down when we moved on from lower PRIMARY school, didn't it?
"And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take, when people run in circles it's a very very.. mad world."
There, we are back at the beginning. When people run in circles. That's the life many chose to live in. And it frustrates me, very deeply. We live only once, only once. Why can't you celebrate life differently? I know, their life, why do I bother. Because it happens that because of some of them who live that way, my life is affected too. I'm sorry, but I am not gonna be like them, however you wish me too.
Because I've so often been questioned at things I do.

For instance, "why do you choose to learn another musical instrument (aka the guitar) when you have not finished your piano courses." Oh dear people, at Grade seven piano right now, I can play whatever song I like, provided I practise them diligently. And that's what I'm doing every single day. Continue to learn piano spells suicide because I would then be forced to take exams which I don't see the point of it, as it takes up a time of 6 months or more, playing the same songs, when I can be learning many new ones on my own. Learning more than one instrument? I'm making the best of the life I have.
Or, "why do you sit down here, like a mad person, staring at the clouds or the sky?"
Excuse me? I acknowledge the existence of the clouds. Have you ever sat down and watch the beautiful skies during sunsets? Each day, will never be the same. They are flushed with colours so beautiful, it tears me up. And there comes the inner peace. The stars? They give me hope, and believe. I always wonder if anyone else have noticed how beautiful our surrounding is. The world is.
It's just, things like this. YOU run in circles, I don't intend to do the same. If success is judged by how many As' you have in your exam result slip, go ahead. I can get those too, AND make the best of my life. At least I know how to laugh?
Laughter. Yeah, that is one thing, not every one of us knows how to do. Too many times, they are fake. Laughter with knowledge and love, is the real one. Laughter holding a glass of alcohol in one hand and a cigarette in another? Definitely, fake. Because you destroy, not built.
Just saying.

It's just that people really need to stop running in circles.
Clubbing, alcohol, smoking. Those are not helping you to live life for real. Those things, are to be tried out in the most minimum of quantities.
What's the use of being a straight-A student when all your life, you lived inside the box, and not out, not noticing the beautiful world.
Live. Travel. Notice those things we have. Go to different countries, leave the hole you're rooted to. Observe and learn, while it's still there. Have never been on a roller-coaster ride? Go and try it. Have never cooked Italian dishes? Go ahead, there's always time for first. ( Even if it burns down the kitchen. At least you've tried. But wait, get the kitchen insured first.)
Love. Fall in love with all the good things around you. Don't fall in love with your 'soulmate' and push away your friends. You'll regret the good things you've lost one day. Make another happy, each day. Their smile is worth millions.
Laugh. Laugh as much as you can. With friends. With family. Those kind of laughters can move mountains, seriously.
Stop running in circles. You will go nowhere.

Goddess Of Troy

Okay, Richard Herrera tweeted me, now it's Richard Hardin's turn. I am completely speechless. Sorry lah, fangirling moments can get pretty intense. Hahah.

The Goddess of Troy is not bad, if you enjoy the Greek mythology and even the Roman ones. I love them! That's why I actually love PC Cast's Goddess series. But she really could do away with all those expletives and steamy moments, it's ruining the effect of 'godlike.' She is seriously one tempted woman.

'If I want women, I fight for her. If I want riches, I fight for them. If I want glory, I fight for it. I have never taken something for which others have fought and died."

Starstruck

I said there's gonna be a major post and here it is.
If you go back to my posts exactly a year ago, when I started this blog, (this is my second blog to date, the first one just died out.) you would see my crazy obsession to this dude name Richard Herrera. Some may not know who is he, just yet, but soon everyone would. Richard Herrera was one half of the duo that won The Amazing Race Asia 4. In fact, I still am crazy of him. I think no one I've heard of has ever came close to Richard's margin of perfection. He is just AMAZING in everything! I mean, he's an athlete who does modelling, tv hosting, acting, plus if you watch The Amazing Race Asia 4 last year, the things he does, (aaaah!) and now he is..

 MTV Asia's newest VJ!
Hearing this news, I completely flipped! Richard Rampage Herrera, now I get to hear more from him. And now that he's got a new Twitter account, so I'll be more posted about him. Incredible, right? I heard this news at 3 yesterday, and immediately followed him on Twitter. And guess what?
Today he followed back the first people to follow him. I was ASTOUNDED. Richard Herrera, the man I am crazy about for a year now, FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER. Richard Herrera FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER. Can you believe that? I still can't!
Anyway, him being made a VJ came EXACTLY a year after The Riches won The Amazing Race Asia. Incredible, no? Just brilliant. I get to see MORE of him! This is big news for me, trust me.
You know, despite having this obsession to certain artists and sportsmen, I never really go on Twitter spree trying to get this celebrities to follow me or reply me. That's what most Justin Bieber fans do. Sighs.(I am growing incredibly weary of JB. It's either he's not making good impressions these days, or I'm maturing. Must be the former.:D) I love Lewis Hamilton, Rafael Nadal, Demi Lovato, Jorge Lorenzo, Ryan Higa, Chester See and they all have twitter. But I do not pester them to follow me. Cause I'm cool like that? Hahaha. But getting FOLLOWED by Richard Herrera at his own accord... is UNBELIEVABLE.
That's one thing.
And then (after dying and coming back to life) I tweeted.. let's just have the picture do the talking, no?

See that? INCREDIBLE. Still Ohmygod-ing the whole way. And I didn't even ASK FOR IT! See how the unexpected happens. Dare I say one of the best things that has ever happened to me this year? Yes, I can.:) It's crazy. I almost teared up.

So back to planet reality. Richard Herrera is the new VJ for MTV Asia, and alongside Holly Grabarek, they will host The MTV Show. How amazing.

They are amazing, Rich Hardin and Rich Herrera. So inspirational. I know who my role models are gonna be to face the life of the thirties. 30+ and going strong, the Riches are. :) And Rich Herrera, why you so perfect?!

My life is so perfect. Sighs. Hahaha!

Ragged, Less Mature Approach? That's A Load Of Bull.

Because I'm lifeless and an utterly boring person, for now, thanks to dear Bryan, only cause he has to drive me back home and I'm dying waiting for 1 o' clock, the time when Chia class ends while dear Bryan's off happily celebrating a so-called advanced Christmas lunch with Brian, Hui Yen and his classmates, leaving me stuck here all alone and Vincent's hardcoring in class, so well... Conclusion is I am pretty much alone as of 9am today till now, because my fantastic classmates decided to skip Physics, in which we have a class test, after attending only Maths today. And when I went for lunch alone to, (I didn't want to, but my stomach's dealing with alot lately, and after all that puking yesterday, it's pretty empty and I don't know why I feel the urge to break out into this gross detail about me puking.) and and and I bumped into my physics lecturer. Holy shhhhh.... Thank God he was all good-natured and wish me a very happy holidays and telling that he gave us some work to be done over the holidays, and he looked pretty relaxed and all, but I know that all he felt was to stab and slice me into pieces. Because none of us mentioned the elephant in the room, well in this case, the street, that everyone skipped class. So yeahhh.
And right now, well before blogging this completely worthless of a post, guess what I was doing? I came across this Cutest Dog or whatever competition in Facebook, and the first thing I checked was the prizes. Do Torres (my puppy, mind you.) honestly need any of those cheap dog food or shampoos or whatever? No. My baby was born and bred with a silver spoon in his mouth, so yeah no thanks to such competition for him to participate despite KNOWING he will win. And the next thing I did was, I opened another tab of facebook, clicked on my dog's picture in my profile, and started comparing with those dogs which participate. I was right. None of them came close to matching mine. I bet no one would had their breath caught at all those dog pictures there, a completely different scenario when they see Torres. He has the most charming smile in the world, even Taylor Lautner or James Franco or even Alexander Richard Pettyfer would envy him.And the way he walks, the regal beauty never goes unnoticed. He's such a lion king, he is. AndIjustwishthereisamanofsuchexistencebuttoobadlifestinksthereisn'tany. What am I blabbering about, I don't know.
So anyway, I'm worthless as I am, signing out now, but will be back later because there's a BIG HUGE post I need to compose later on but just don't have the energy to do it now. Peace out!

And this is a good one. Actually I think most of us has seen it, except for Rachel Saw Yi Jiau. Here you go.

Rock My World Into The Sunlight

Tonight was incredible. Magical, even, the bond between us was. Exaggeration, maybe, but really, I ENJOYED, every moment of it. The family we were. Christina decided to splash some cash on food for all of us, hahah, but I suppose it was worth it. Such a family time. Disgusting, but alright lah. All of us, HAD A GREAT TIME. Me, Chris, Vincent, Bryan, Brian, Chia and Kern Yen. The boys, romancing with each other, (Namely Vincent Loo and Bryan Ong!), the food they shared together, the drinks they kept refilling, the truth and truth game they played later on. Oh yeah, and that was in Manhattan Fish Market.Gonna miss them. Although we stay like 2 minutes from each other, except of Gan Yen Yen of course, we are still not gonna be meeting much. One will be in Italy, another in Korea, another in Macau and Hong Kong if I'm not mistaken and another in Sabah. Oh you people. And I hope Chris love the gift! And Bryan and Vincent were sincere in their intention to get you a gift. It's from the three of us, me, BO and Vince, love. Hope you like it. And the card, those words were from every one of us. For you. Because it's true.:) I love all of them very much!

Ooh, and there was Vincent's 6 second minute of fame on TV. He was chosen to be in the Beats by Dr Dre Sing Off, and all we have to do is vote, and the most votes wins the prize. Beats by Dr Dre HEADPHONES. God knows how much I want it. And the closest I can get is by VINCENT LOO WIN SOON WINNING THE PRIZE! So, VOTE FOR HIM. For the greater good, if not mine.:) Teehee. Seriously lah, Taylors students are very... interesting. Should have seen the entries. And I thought Vincent Loo was the craziest. Oh you people.

 The typical idiots,

The gift me, Vincent and Bryan got her! Chia got her a beautiful chain. (Damn, no pictures.)

Yours truly was the great photographer, thus she wasn't in the picture.

Kern Yen's.

Bryan AND Vincent's. (Yes, those idiots shared, they even shared a DRINK! From the same straw!)

This is Brian Teoh's. He was a maniac tonight. 

And too much of gay-ing around. Too much.

Keep Walking

Alright, I'm back from the trip to the mystical land of excitement and peace. (Yeah, right.) So yeah, yesterday I got back from India, from a unfairly long trip, and I might  blog about it later, possibly during the weekends. Only two days remaining till the holidays but everything is still so stressful, in college. What more, I missed ALOT thanks to my rendezvous in India, and I've gotta to get everything back on track. My lecturers, are not making it any easier. Oh my life.

So anyway, I decided to drop by and let know that I am indeed very much alive, surviving a very 'enjoyable' trip for 8 days, 8 DAYS! (Yeah, and I thought it was seven.) I am very very glad to be back, and despite all the 'adventurous' moments I've had for the past week, only one is memorable enough for me. And you won't even believe it. 

It was certainly the best part of India. When I enter a hotel room, the first thing I would normally check (after the bathroom) is the channels in the television. And I certainly wasn't disappointed. There's this one event I have been DYING to watch all year. The Davis Cup. Since the start of the year I kept praying, that Spain would enter the finals. And I wasn't disappointed again. They did. And I was so freakin' excited, and vowed to watch it months ago, until I found out, I won't be in Malaysia. THAT. IRKED. ME. Why?! But lucky for me, India was a step ahead of Malaysia when they broadcasted the matches live, something which I won't be able to watch in Malaysia, because our neighbourhood broadcaster with all their big hoo-hahs about being the best in sports broadcasting did not FRIGGIN' BROADCAST IT LIVE.

So anyway, I stayed up all night watching the matches in India, something my mother wouldn't have allowed if we were in Malaysia, and that is the most memorable moment I've had this year. Because they won, THEY WON! It was pure magic, the matches were. Rafael Nadal. The man's a fighter. Despite NOT being at his best, he fought for every point. Fernando Verdasco and Feliciano Lopez were disappointing, losing out in the doubles tie, but Fernando Verdasco, did not disappoint as a cheerleader. He's like, the best cheerleader ever.

Seriously, I think sports should now consider full-blown jokers who's loud and proud at all times to be cheerleaders instead of dainty Ineedsomeseriousmanicure cheerleaders to raise the spirit. Because, Fernando was one man who kept the crowd roaring continuously, and he hardly ever sat down. He messed up his friend's hair. He banged the divider between the seats and the court, hard enough. He grabbed his coat and swing around his head wildly. He kept yelling at Rafael. He had the Spanish flag tied around his waist. He was the first man to run onto the court the moment Rafael Nadal scored the victory for Espana. And the whole time I kept thinking, how on earth could  28 year old behave in such a manner? It's not a bad thing, really. It shows that there is hope. Hope in which there are still adults who have the incredible child in them. It was amazing to see him so carefree and excited. SO. INCREDIBLY. CUTE.

I also must pay tribute to one of the greatest man in the sport of tennis. Rafael Nadal. Despite not being at the best of form in the Davis Cup Finals, the fighter we know worked his hardest for every point from the in-form Juan Martin, thus reaffirming his status as the King Of Clay.

Verdasco finds his calling

Fernando Verdasco’s contribution to this victory by Spain hasn’t always been as obvious as one might expect of a player of his ranking. He contributed a couple of points in the first-round win against Belgium, but since then, while always readily available, he hasn’t made a big impact alongside Feliciano Lopez in doubles. However, he found his forte during the fourth rubber of the Final when he became Spain’s unofficial cheer leader.

Lopez clearly isn’t a great watcher and seemed so nervous about Spain’s fate that it’s a wonder he didn’t retire to the safety of the locker rooms. Verdasco – as he did in Spain’s doubles defeat to David Nalbandian and Eduardo Schwank – was constantly urging the crowd to get behind the team and, in Nadal’s match against Juan Martin del Potro, it finally appeared to work.

Wearing a Spanish flag around his midriff Verdasco, who has slipped out of the Top 10 to No. 24 this year, was the first after the captain Albert Costa to congratulate Nadal upon his momentous victory. And when Lopez came in for criticism for his performance in the doubles – which was certainly no worse than Verdasco’s – he even became cheer leader in the press conference, imploring the journalists to applaud his partner's effort, which they did.

HAHAHA. I know right? God, I love him, my husband.:) And Rafael Nadal too. Amazing. And thanks for making my weekend. And the trip to India, a memorable one. Hahah cause I don't think there's much to be reminded of from that 'wonderful' trip.

Here's to the Spanish Armada.

 The cheerleader and the fighter.