It’s not Instagram… It’s not Twitter… And not Facebook exactly.
As an athlete and worldwide traveler, it’s not easy to always post pictures and let friends know what you’re doing. Granted, there are many social media outlets to help you in that department, but Eversnap is different.
Let’s say I play a match in California. I go for a week and play a few matches, go to a few cool places, and meet some cool people… So how do I share all 60 pictures that I took, along with all the pictures my friends took? Eversnap!
I create an album, make an album code, and whoever wants to add their photo to my album, uses the code and VOILA! Your 60 pictures now become 120!
Trust me on this one. Download it.
Get on it.
music suggestions for all of you ladies and gents: Flume, Melody Gardot, and major props to Diana Krall and Sade
book suggestions: Shantaram. must read both women and gentlemen (even though some might say it’s more of a MAN’S book. ha!)
places to visit suggestions: Gracetown, margaret river, australia….montego bay, inks lake state park
foods to eat: falafel…rocket…shallots..goji berries…chia…and wheatgrass
drank to drank: pokka sports water (japanese)
restaurant to try for eat in, take out, and delivery: crust…is it only australian?
newest hobbies: postcard collector…. i’ve gotten some pretty unique ones…i’ve started doing my nails due to my constant nail biting addiction….i’ve started writing lots and lots of emails…i’ve also grown accustomed to speak on the phone. who would thought that last one…and last but not least, i’ve started studying the world map. get those geography skills above par…
Currently staying in an amazing house, in the deep woods of margaret river. i would give you directions but i guarantee you wouldn’t make it.
you have your own private beach, about a 15 min walk from the house…unlimited grapefruits and oranges, egg providing hens, and some pretty awesome views. you have the sunset in the evening, followed by the amazing array of stars at night. it’s sick.
anyway, story for the blog? how amazing is it to live away from everything? i just told my boyfriend that that’s what we need to do. i mean, at the end of the day, we need to become closer with nature, isn’t that right? i’m not trying to get religious, psycho anything here, i’m just stating the fact that we really need to be more aware of our true mother…in that whole metaphorical sense…
away from the smoke, the pollution, the crowded spaces, the sometimes irritable souls—-it’s almost like an escape. except it’s not a drug—-it’s a home. your home should be your escape, whether it’s from work, from a sport, from anything. you should make it your oasis. i guess that’s the whole reason for this blog.
i’m really enjoying myself in australia…as it should be…
Realizing more and more every day, that there really is a life after tennis.
So many gateways and opportunities are born through this sport—-but so many girls fail to take full advantage of that. Whether it’s to market yourself, or to provide yourself with something legit after tennis, too many girls are forgetting that.
I’m not saying to necessarily get an education, but heck, it’s not a bad idea. There’s a new and amazing program that the WTA Tour has provided for the girls called iLearn. They’ve teamed up with a university online to help girls finish their college and master’s degree. And guess what? It’s like 75 percent off regular price if you get a C or above.
I would really like to create a site that has all the essential up to date information for that day, to feel like you are actually up to date with your environment and world.
i get how newspapers do the whole news thing, but what i’m saying is that there are always going to be tidbits of information that the news doesn’t provide you.
i’m thinking it would be genius…because you could just get on there, and feel like, “hey, i’m really happy i know that…”
whether it’s something that is talked about at all that day, it’ll still be informational, and educational obviously. hmmm, i wonder how long it would take to write that…maybe it could be cool where it’s just an ongoing paragraph…hmmm, ideas ideas.
we use so little of our brain. anybody hear about this show about this guy that is trying to use his brain to do everything? there was a commercial about it, and in the commercial he was totally locked up with all these chains and whatnot, and was going to use his brain to get himself free……
just tried to look up the link to provide ya’ll with , but came up with this instead:
wow, i REALLY REALLY need to blog more. i don’t know why i haven’t. i think it’s the worldwide known excuse of “i just don’t have time.” to my own weak defense, i do play tennis—-a lot…and i am now trying to finish my degree online. it’s all good fun.
anyway, currently in perth australia. whooo aussie aussie oy oy oy. just started with a new coach. his name is simon which is convenient …ya know…the whole simon says game? no but seriously, that was pretty funny when i said it in my head. you get the gist.
i’m pretty excited about it. i just started sharing him with my friend irena pavlovic. yeah you can just imagine, “hey good shot ir…um…ir-ee-na.. yeah you too ir-eee-na” hah it’s pretty funny. i’m sure if you’re watching from like another court, you’d laugh. i laugh every single time.
i don’t really know if anyone ever reads this, but i don’t mind if anyone reads this. i should keep my own personal journal, but what if something happens…who’s going to publish my thoughts?!!! bahhh, anyway…i don’t want to get carried away right now. i’m just going to chill it out. i’ll put some fun pics up as well…
Follow American Irina Falconi in this Quest to Qualify player blog on her journey through Europe in preparation for French Open qualifying. Today she reflects on her singles final and prepares for Roland Garros.
Follow American Irina Falconi in this Quest to Qualify player blog on her journey through Europe in preparation for French Open qualifying. Today she celebrates her doubles runner-up finish and semifinals appearance in singles.
Wow, it’s been a year. Literally! I mean, wow I’ve been bad with keeping up with my blog. Shame on me! But alas! I am back on track! Keep a look out for some blogs from Prague!! And this year’s French! And the rest of the European tour :-)
So I feel like such a noob for not writing a blog on siblings day…but then again, every day is a great day to thank your sibling for being awesome. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do today.
The story of my sister Stephanie is quite the unique one. She was born five and a half years before I was, and I’m pretty sure that she wasn’t quite thrilled about me coming in. Why? Well, we all know what happens to the first born—-they ain’t that first born anymore. I mean, they are, but you know what I mean.
So I come in, thinking I’m the coolest baby EVA, and my sister is like WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA.
So first reason why she’s awesome? Because she loved me once I came in the world even though that meant less attention for her.
Second reason why she’s awesome is because she made me tough. When I tell you this little skinny thing I call my big sister would knock me around and make me feel super not-awesome—i ain’t lying. She made me tough, and that has helped me like no other—-and I thank her for that.
Third reason why she’s awesome—-because she still continues to challenge me as a sister, a friend, and a plain old human being. Being my big sister, we are always going to be competitive against each other (including tennis, maybe not now but back in the day :-) So that means that whatever we may be doing, talking about, she’s constantly challenging me. It makes me sharp, quick on my feet, and allows me not to take anything for granted. She also helps not take any crap from anyone—-and I mean, at the end of the day, who wants poop?
And the fourth reason why she’s awesome? Because she loves me. And she’s my sister. And no matter what happens, she’s always going to be my sister. No matter what.
And for that Stephanie, I thank you.
Thank for being my sister. You’re awesome and I love you.
Social norms...which turns into just society's point of view in general...sigh
Is there such a thing?
So I’m totally talking with the coolest cat in town right now, Travis Lee Hartman, my bffffff, and we’re discussing social norms.
What people deem normal. What is normal?
I mean, to goths, goths are normal. To billionaires, billions of dollars is normal. To tennis players, the sport of tennis is normal. How can we be in a society where our span of life and the world is so absolutely minute, to the point where anything and anyone can be considered normal/abnormal?
Let’s say movies.
You have a friend…Says this movie is terrible. You still watch the movie. But, you go in there already having a somewhat predisposed opinion of the movie, which you had nothing to do with. So you go watch the movie, which you actually think is good, but in the back of your head, you’re thinking “hey, my friend said it was bad, it must be bad.”
no people! everyone is different. everyone is normal.
sure there’s argument in that, but you cannot fault people…bah i’ve gone too far. yawn.
yes, it’s been a while…i’m sorry friends :-(
enjoy this though!
In case you were wondering, that’s how you say “hello” in Korean.
Yes friends, it has been way too long. And yes, I am in Korea. I arrived here on Saturday night from Quebec City, and it has been quite an experience.
I definitely got a lot of people asking me about blogging during the US Open, but I didn’t blog the prior week and the first couple of days whilst I was there, that once I won my first match, I got all superstitious about it. So if you’re wondering, blame Stevie.
Anyway, let me just close the book on Quebec briefly. It was my second time at this tournament, but it was my first time staying in the official hotel. Last year when I played the tournament, I had a friend of a friend of a friend that was able to hook me up with this one bedroom studio apartment about 5 minutes from the hotel. It was awesome! But this year, the apartment was sold :-( So free hotel it is!
I was ousted in the second round by Marina Erakovic who ended up being in the finals so no biggie. I won my first round at a WTA event, got some cash, and got an extra day to get adjusted to the time change in South Korea.
The event in all is quite awesome. The food, the people, le French language, and the administration is just great. The player party that was held for us consisted of a 4 course meal, some prizes, and a surprise magic show in the end. Don’t worry, no one dissappeared. That WOULD have been cool though.
Anyway, I was able to get a relatively cheap flight to Korea. Oh yes, I hadn’t bought my ticket to Seoul before heading to Quebec City. I literally bought my flight about 12 hours before the departure date. I had a nice 4 am wake up that was followed by a 645 flight. Through Detroit and then 14 hours to Seoul. No biggie. I was able to watch some awesome movies, get some seriously delicious Delta food (no joke, considering it was plane food, it was pretty good) and before I knew it, I was getting greeted by Koreans all saying what I wrote on the top of this blog :-)
Alright, so we arrive in Seoul. Let me tell you a little bit about my experience. I get to the airport at around 5 o clock. I’m thinking that between customs and baggage, I’d be out by 6:30, and then I would be able to play at like 7 o clock—dinner to follow. Perfect right? So, I was pleasantly surprised by a very short customs line, and my baggage came out fairly quickly, so it was only 545. Nice, we’re doing good. So I get greeted by a young man that tells me to go with him this way. The poor thing was so nervous he didn’t even help me with my bag. I found that slightly funny.
I ask him about whether or not I’ll be able to go to the site to play tennis, and he just nods and says yes. So after about 5 minutes of walking, we go outside, and there are a bunch of people in front of these buses. I look at him, and ask him if the bus is going to the tennis center. He responds yes, and then thinks again, and shakes his head and says “Hotel.” I then ask him if I can get a ride from the hotel to the site. And he responds yes. So I’m feeling kinda good by this point.
I get on the bus, and then a woman comes on the PA to talk about our trip. At the end of the announcement, she says that the bus ride will take at least 100 minutes. Ha. It’s 610 by this point. So much for playing. Not to worry though, I figure that I’ll just go to the site early in the morning to hit twice on Sunday. Keep in mind therer’s a chance I’ll be playing on Monday.
So I end up getting to the hotel at around 8 pm. Get checked in and everything, and go to my 5 star room where I get all situated and comfortable before checking in with the rest of the world. Keep in mind there’s a 13 hour time change to the Eastern Time Zone. Therefore, by this time, I’m trying real hard to stay up as late as possible to be able to sleep throughout the night.
I end up sleeping the whole night which was awesome, and then I went to my 5 star breakfast. Oh yes, I was able to make it happen even in Korea. Egg whites, pineapple, and rice. Good stuff. I mean, there were other options like straight up garlic, sushi, noodles, salad, and different assortments of hot soup, but I chose what I knew best :-)
So I get a warm up in with one of the qualifying players, which was good because I needed to make sure I was up early and absolutely exhausted by the end of the night to get another full night’s sleep. After a couple of hours, I got some lunch. Squid with hot chili? Um, no thanks. I’m honestly not trying to be a hater, but there’s just some taste buds that aren’t within everyone. Just saying.
I was able to hit again later that day which was quite interesting because I was half asleep throughout most of it, but it was all good. I got it in, and felt good even if I would end up playing the next day. Later that night was the player party, where yet again, my taste buds were tested. They passed with Korean colors.
We had yet another magic show where I volunteered to go on stage and perform as the magician does. I was complimented very much that night on my dancing skills which I took full credit for, and then I called it a night.
Monday came, and it went. Once again, I did my thing in the morning, and headed to the club. I didn’t have a match that day, so I knew I could hit a little later. I didn’t think it’d be till 4 pm though! It rained. Yes people, it does rain in Korea believe it or not. So, yes, I got my hit in, headed to the hotel, and acknowledged my beautiful 5 star view. Have I mentioned the tournament hotel is a 5 star hotel? Yeah, in case you were wondering. 5. Not 4. Five.
So yes, for dinner on Monday, I decided to go American on it. A little TGI Fridays is better on Mondays anyway. It makes you feel like it’s Friday.
So I got what I thought was a traditional American salad with an Asian twist. Some noodles and Asian dressing will give it that twist.
Anywhooo, I play tomorrow. 5th on Center Court. If you’re a morning person, pretty sure I’ll be playing when you get up :-)
That means bye :-)
Whilst waiting for the bus, a young man comes up to me and asks me if I am Irina Falconi. I laugh, blush, and answer shyly, “Yes.” He then introduces himself as a graduate from Georgia Tech that used to watch my matches when I played. SMALL WORLD WOULDN’T YOU SAY?!
My toilet seat is heated…5 star hotel will do that for you.
Did I tell you that the hotel is 5 stars?