September 11th, 2008

Charah coffee

I ate so. damn. much.


He did that moments after he won the championship. I just wanna bundle Roger up and hug him tight. He's sooooo cute omg.

People who make .gifs out of such adorable and squishy Roger moments totally rule the world.


I had lunch with my mom at Amici today. I ordered a four cheese pizza while my mom got the crab meat pasta thing that I had the last time I was there with the Bitch Club.


Oh my goddddd. Thankfully it was very sunny this afternoon so the first thing I did when I came home was to change into my bathing suit, head downstairs, and attempt to swim all the fats off. Hopefully it worked, though I wouldn't count on it because I just ate three mini snowskin champagne truffles mooncakes from Raffles Hotel. We just picked it up today so the skin is all soft and yummy so I just HAD to eat it.

I was lying by the pool side this afternoon, soaking up the sun, and it was so comfortable and relaxing that I almost fell asleep. All afternoons should be like this - sunny, relaxing, and even if it's for a fleeting moment, without any care or worries, no more burdens to bear.

But they're not, so I'll just appreciate it while it lasts.

On another note, I'm very happy that SuperSports is replaying the Roger/Novak Djokovic match at 12 midnight later on. I've been dying to watch it again because I think it was Roger's best match at the US Open and I really want to see him kick Djokovic's ass again so right now, I'm in deep love with SuperSports. Do you think if I email them enough asking them nicely to cover the Stockholm Open and whatever else they'll actually do it? I WANT MORE ROGER. MORE.

Too bad I missed the replay of the Roger v Gilles Muller match. I really don't know why on earth I actually erased all the matches that I taped. What the fuck was I thinking? Clearly I wasn't.

Speaking of not thinking, I did nothing school-related the whole day. I just spent the past four, five hours making Livejournal icons. I really have no life. Or rather, I need to start studying but I'm so lazy and I can't be bothered right now.

I don't wish to harp on this any more than necessary but I'd just like to go on record saying that I realised only yesterday that Kenneth is leaving in less than six days. You can't possibly imagine how sucky I think that is. The only potential bright spot in this crappy situation is me possibly visiting him in Nottingham and the rest of England because 1) I loooooove England and I want to go back to London (though I'd prefer to do so next June; elaborate later); and 2) I want to meet Robin Hood. But the problem? I have no money. And I really want to go to Taipei in December and possibly Shanghai.

Speaking of Shanghai, I HAVE to mention this: I checked Roger's tour schedule and he's playing some Masters series in Shanghai in November. At first I was all, OMG OMG OMG I CAN ACTUALLY GO TO SHANGHAI TO WATCH HIM!!!!!!

Then I remembered - Conflicts exam November 24, UN Law November 25 (or is it 25, 26? Aiyah somewhere there lah). The Shanghai tennis thing is in the beginning of November.

I FREAKING HATE MY LIFE. Why do we have some Singapore grand prix shit but not the Singapore Open? Can we PLEASE set up a Singapore Open thingy and force all the top tennis players to take part so that I can meet Roger Federer? I'm so green with envy from reading fan reports because he sounds like such a nice guy! He remembers you, he'll sign autographs for you, take pictures with you, and when you tell him you're sick he'll say, "Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that. Please take care!" And he'll say that in his adorable Swiss German accent. OH MY GOD I WANNA MEET HIM SO BADLY.

This is also why I wanna go to London again in June - to watch Wimbledon! HAHAHA. I'm really sad that I didn't make the trip to Wimbledon when I was in London. Not only is it the last stop of some line that I can't remember, I didn't give a shit about Wimbledon 'cause I didn't like tennis then. But I should've gone, right? I bet they have pictures of Roger there since he won there five times in a row (damn you Rafa, DAMN YOU).

Maybe I should go to Australia in January and catch the Australian Open. It's not London/Wimbledon but I'll take what I can get, really. But wait - I'm supposed to go to the Philippines in January to watch David Cook in concert. Can I do both? When is the French Open? I don't mind going to Paris again you know.

Oh wait, I just found out that Roger has never won the French Open and he was defeated by Nadal all three times when he reached the final. No wonder people call Rafa the King of Clay! Okay fine I'm slow, whatever. I've never watched tennis played on clay before so that'll be damn fun, and maybe it'll even coincide with my birthday! Oh my god will I finally get my Bastille Day birthday celebration?

Wikipedia doesn't tell me when these tournaments are played and I'm too lazy to go check so I'll just live in my own little dream world for a while longer. Yeah.

I have nothing of substance to say. I love my three-day week and four-day weekend. I LOVE MYSELF!

When's David Cook's album coming out? It's taking ten million years. I'm losing patience.

Charah coffee


Fuck, I don't want to start work.

I think I just need to marry Roger Federer right now to solve all my problems. He's so damn rich that I wouldn't have to work a single day for the rest of my life, and he's sexy and hot to boot so I'd be all set, and like it's even possible for a girl to fall out of love with the beauty and hotness that is Roger Federer.

Okay no idea what I'm talking about. I'm irritated and depressed. Why isn't it 12 midnight yet? I'm working on this thing and I can't see a finish line and I hate it when I don't finish what I start. But then, considering I haven't started anything in a really, really long time, I suppose the fact that I even have three drafts now is a major cause for celebration.

At least, right? Oh fuck that. Even if I am that desperate to vindicate myself, I'll never own up to it.

I've wondered about something for a while: Can you be a good writer if you don't think you write well? Maybe I really should just write to Julian Barnes. I've been wanting to do so for a very long time but haven't mustered up the guts to's like so ban men nong fu. What if my grammar is wrong? What if my sentence structure is off? What if I sound like a pretentious twat trying to impress him with my "writing skillz"? Ugh I don't know.

Another reason why I can't finish what I start: I can only write at 12 midnight when the house is quiet and everyone has gone to sleep. I get VERY irritated when I'm writing and someone comes in and completely disrupts my flow of thought. This happens too when I'm merely writing some stupid blog entry, like now, and when I'm actually not writing some stupid blog entry, it gets even worse. So I've taken to writing only when my family is asleep so that I won't get interrupted, but there's another problem: I started this thing on Monday 1 a.m.; was suddenly inspired when I was in the toilet (don't ask; I don't know either). I had to stop at around 2 a.m. because I had class at 9 a.m. later on and I was planning to wake up at 7.30 to shower because I hate going to school with bed hair. I had to force myself to stop when I was actually all gunned up to continue, and now that I have stopped, I can't continue. Draft 3 is shit. There isn't even a complete draft; I start new drafts when I'm merely adding on to what I already have because I like to know what I'm adding, what I'm taking out, what changes I've made - and I don't like using track changes because it gets all messy.

I really hate this. I can't even begin to describe how much I hate this. I hate the fact that I'm stuck in Singapore next June. Oh wait, maybe I'm stuck here forever.

I just want to watch tennis now and not bother about anything, everything, anymore.