Ichi-bro's flow, aka "Ichiro-etry"...

And now, I present to you, the 2003 CSTA 3.5 tennis champion of Seattle...Reg!

Won final CSTA match today 6-3, 6-3! A champ is born!...ha, ha...

Fun match, played a cool Japanese guy named "Yak." We both went into the match undefeated, so I really psyched myself up for this one, as I'm sure Yak did too. He definitely made me work for it, which makes the win even that more satisfying...

There's a saying in sports that when you win you're first one, it "opens up the floodgates." At this point I'm just hoping that this momentum can carry itself into the 2nd final I'm playing this week, letting the "floodgates" open when they're ready. But for now, I'm gonna savor this win, letting the threads of a winning attitude further embed themselves naturally into the psyche...

Winning isn't everything, but it sure does feel nice... - Reg

Won semi-final CSTA match 6-2, 6-2...on to the finals of 2nd tournament!

SF opponent defaulted, so I'm on to the finals of the PS tennis tour!...

Found a new position as a "transportation consultant" for Fauntleroy Jeep / Chrysler. 18 is now a promising number, 'cause if I can sell that many units per month [10-12 being the mean], it's projects out to 100K for the year. I'll be gunnin' w/ the bullets of integrity, 100% customer satisfaction, and the art of eliciting excitement, enthusiasm, and emotion...

In the CSTA semi-finals! Won quarter-final 6-2, 4-6, 6-3...

Yesterday there was a "grand renovation" party at the W. Seattle 24 Hr. Fitness, and in the midst of my 3-hr. workout session I ended up winning a pair of $100 sunglasses. They called out my name over the speaker system, and I was like "hey, that's me...woo-hoo!" I figured that the prize would be some half-a$$ trinket like a water-bottle or an el-cheapo frisbee, but after popping the balloon and seeing the fortune cookie paper read "designer sunglasses, value $100" I thought to myself that "this ain't no joke!" It's also funny 'cause in the bike area where I was catching the Red-Sox Yankees game, two cute gals next 2 me that I'd been conversing with also won prizes, a blender and a gift certificate. I told 'em that "this must be a lucky area here 'cause I hardly ever win these kinda things," and they smiled...

Today I caught the flick "Lost in Translation" starring Bill Murray since it got sparkling reviews all across the metropolitan paper board. And I agree, it's a great flick, a testament to great cinematography in that it doesn't try to inundate you with over-the-top graphical effects, but gives you the feeling of "real-ness" and before you know it you're sucked into their surreal world. In this case, "their" represents sardonic Bob [Bill Murray], a fading American film star who's in Japan to make a cool 2 million in scrilla by shooting a commercial pawning a brand of Japanese liquor, and Charlotte, a world weary Yale-graduate gal who's in search of herself, in conflict over who she's supposed to be. In the midst of a glitterized high tech 21st cenury Japan, they connect with each other through the pervasive clouds of uncertainty and disillusionment that they find themselves sharing in life. Their age difference is a glaring contrast, but beyond that they're 2 peas of the same pod, both wandering insomniacs that find all they have been searching for in each other albeit at an inopportune time, forming an innocent bond that fuels itself on flirtatious tension that they know can't be realistically bloomed into full-fledged romance...

Personally, that's the thing that absorbed me in the flick, since I felt real sympathetic to Bob's plight, as often times I feel that I find something or someone [gal] that I find so alluring, but feeling a profound sense of "learned helplessness," painfully aware of the psychological consequences of diving in headfirst into a pool that may or may not be full of peaceful, refreshing H20. For all I know, it could be ecto-plasmic goo. =\ And just like Bob, it's a price that at this juncture of life that I can't afford to take...

The tragic irony is that I can't silence the allure. I've tried frantically to find the mute button, but alas...it's glaringly absent. So I'm resigned to having this allure I'm paralyzed to act upon resonating in the back of my mind, which means for poor me the perpetual conflict continues...

Ah, sorrow...what is my quarrel with you? I care not if you're a pre-requisite to happiness...just let me be! I'm but a poor, destitute soul, I cannot afford the price you demand of me!

Won quarter-final PS Tour match 6-3 6-3...

Put in 2 quality hours of lifting today at 24 Fitness, and right now I'm 'bout to put in an hour of guerrilla testimonial posting on Friendster.com...

On Saturday I got a chance to see the Sonics at Chief Sealth, my HS alma mater. They conducted a 2-hr. community practice in the gym, and they did everything they'd normally do in practice: stretching, sprints, and a fun intra-squad scrimmage. Sonics announcer Kevin Calabro was even there, emceeing the event. One of the highlights for me was seeing homie David sing the national anthem at one of the intermissions. I've sung karaoke w/ him numerous times, and it was coo to see him being applauded by the Sonics and all the fans, the same guy who's complimented me on my own singing abilities. Homie definitely has the pipes...

I'm also supposed to be playing a 1st round match today for the PS tennis tour, but it looks like the weather won't be cooperating...

8th opponent defaulted, and I'll be the #1 seed... =]