Well, I don’t have one nearly this cute, but I do have a number of “broken” headsets at home and at the office. Apparently, this one is called the Swarovski DJ headphone. I think I want to have one.

One thing that baffles me about my broken headsets and headphones is that it is always, always the left side that stops working (and I can’t stand headphones with only one side working). It’s not like it’s about me, because others conked out while in my siblings’ possession. I don’t know why I’m keeping them still; maybe because one side still works, and it feels wasteful to just throw away. It’s not like I’m attached to them or something, they’re just stacked up somewhere, unused of course. Maybe it’s time to clean up; they’re just clutter, and getting rid of them would not need any “funeral costs,” anyway.

Need I say more?

I’m talking about Roger Federer’s hair, not Robin Soderling’s. The guy may have lost the match; his 23 consecutive Grand Slam semifinal streak may have come to an end; he may well lose the no. 1 ranking soon, but, boy, does he have the best hair among all these ballers. Call me a fan, because I certainly am. And call me vain, but side view is Federer’s best side, methinks. It should have its own term life insurance.

Common sense goes a long way. Didn’t Alanis Morissette (I still can’t spell her name without looking it up) said, “You’ll live, you’ll learn?”

Well, that  very short line is quite true. You can relate to it any way you want. Off the top of my head, I’ll say it’s just like you don’t need an online degree to create and maintain a blog. Internet skills can be learned and developed through experience, even. We’ll most of the time, all it requires is interest. If you’re not interested in something, it’s very hard to learn it. Like physics, for me. And don’t get me started on higher math. I’m just not good at them, and I’ve learned that I can live with that.

So what have I learned so far from this year’s French Open?

1. I can’t repeat what the umpires are saying, except for deuce and mademoiselle.

2. Of course, it goes without saying that I don’t understand what the umpires are saying.

3. I want Federer to defend his title, with or without Nadal at the other side of the net, so I can hear him speak French in his acceptance speech again. It doesn’t matter that I won’t understand what he’s saying. Though a Federer-Nadal final would make me so nervous I’ll probably pig out while watching and then look for colonix reviews.

4. Justine Henin speaks French, but that’s not why I want her to win. She has a very difficult road to the finals and if she wins anyway, despite that terrible serve (what happened with her serve?), then that will say it all why she’s my favorite.

5. I want to go to France and learn to speak French. But I also want to Spain and learn to speak Spanish. Of course I can always just purchase Rosetta Stone.

Is it a sign of a problem that I’m enjoying having too much stuff to attend to? Nah, don’t answer that. Seriously, don’t.

My relatives call me a workaholic because I rarely attend family gatherings and other non-major occasions. I wasn’t, but acquiescence is so much easier than the truth, which is that I’m mostly just too lazy to make the trip. This time, though, they may be right. I am busier than ever, and I’m actually having the time of my life. With work and some Internet stuff, plus a few badminton tournaments in the near future, the coming months are going to be uber hectic for me, I might soon be looking for eye creams and reading acne treatment reviews. I’m going to need a lot of coffee.

An acquaintance was asking me if I’ll be interested to buy a pre-owned Louis Vuitton bag, with prices in the range of USD400-600.

Good thing it was just through a text message because otherwise I could have directly reacted in a way that might not be too nice. Well, first, we’re talking about someone who I see semi-regularly. Meaning, I would expect that this person would at least have an idea that I’m not the type who would be interested in such extravagant stuff. If I had that kind of money, I won’t spend it on a handbag. I’ll probably rather start paying for life insurance or maybe buy an iPhone or a Kindle Dx. I don’t want to judge people who put so much value to brands. In a way, I do get the appeal. But it’s just not my thing.

This is the watch that Rafael Nadal is wearing during the French Open (Roland Garros) 2010.

This luxury watch is crafted by luxury watchmaker Richard Mille. How much, you ask? A little more than US$500,000.

Not exactly one of those you’ll call cool gifts for Dads, no?! This article describes what exactly makes this watch cost that much. Regardless, you probably won’t be seeing it anywhere inside your favorite malls. And to wear it while playing a sport like tennis, more so because Rafa is a lefty,  seems like wasteful and unnecessary. But who am I to judge? Rafa just wears it and gets paid for it. The brand gets their advertisement and publicity. Then, I get to write about it. I think everyone’s happy.

My sister’s husband is selling his car, and I really, really want to have it. But all things considered, I don’t think this is the right time for me, so I’m definitely passing up this opportunity. Definitely. I couldn’t hear it said enough through my conversations with my sister lately. We’ve decided that there are a lot of other things that will be better prioritized than thinking about buying a relatively new, automatic car. I don’t even need to think about Mercury insurance reviews for now; just a cab drive through SkyWay and other steep, narrow, and curvy overpass is enough to dissuade me to think about driving. I’ll remain a daily commuter. For now.

I bought a new yoga mat a couple of weeks ago and it’s still wrapped in plastic, untouched since I brought it home. First, I haven’t done yoga. But I really want to, although I used to think that I’d rather take phentermine than do those absurdly difficult poses. So I downloaded a few videos, although I must admit I haven’t even taken a peek to see if they’re any good. When I saw the product at the department store, all I was thinking was that I like the color so I should have one. Plus, there was an eye-popping discount price of -50%. I guess I’ll end up using my yoga mat for doing ab crunches. Or maybe I’ll just sleep on it or whatever.

I’m thinking that I can count with my one hand how many books, or TV shows, or movies I’ve seen (or read) spoiler-free. I’m impatient like that. Or I rarely like something enough to want to be surprised by it. Man, that doesn’t sound too fun, does it?

Like right now what I know is that somebody’s going to need the best prenatal vitamins at Grey’s Anatomy. The who will be revealed in next week’s finale. Plus, somebody’s going to take a bullet and will most probably bite the dust. Smallville spoilers turned out to be a bit predictable, with the major couple breaking up (there’s only two) and one character death (which turned out to be two character “deaths,” both of whom will probably survive, or be revived, by the next season). I’m generally staying away from Fringe spoilers because that’s the one show I love. But I’m yet to watch The Vampire Diaries finale, which they all say was awesome. I already know what happened scene for scene, though. Spoiled, I told ya.