September 16th, 2008

Charah coffee

What felt like the longest week of 2008.

So instead of sleeping like I said I would in the previous entry, I just spent the past hour and a half or so looking at pictures of Roger shirtless, as well as pictures of his butt, on the forum of his official site. The thought of him logging on to the forum and seeing those threads makes me very deliriously happy, but more importantly - good god, the man is smoking hot. I seem to be the only person I know that find him good-looking, but...he's so incredibly hot. Especially when he's shirtless and sweat is glistening on his body. He's not toned like Marat Safin and Rafael Nadal are, and nowadays he's sporting a dubious amount of tummy flab; but 1) I've never liked the toned/muscular look; and 2) for his height, his physique is absolutely perfect. Andy Murray is taller than him and weighs less, as does Novak Djokovic, and both of them look like sticks.

Roger Federer looks like a man. He has the broadest shoulders, the most manly, sturdy, perfect chest, the most perfect figure. His back is absolutely beautiful, so long and well-sculpted and his skin is flawless. He's like some modern-day Greek god, a Swiss Greek god if that even makes any sense. I wouldn't be surprised if it doesn't because Roger Federer intoxicates and inebriates me - especially when Roger Federer is shirtless and perspiring.

OMGOMGOMGGGGG. When I first noticed him I thought he was absolutely beautiful. Now, I think he's absolutely beautiful, absolutely hot, absolutely adorable, absolutely gorgeous, absolutely elegant. He can be suave and fashionable one minute, then aggressive and athletic the next, then all Greek god-beautiful a while later (like, seriously? His GQ man of the year photoshoot is so beautiful that words fail me), and come full circle by dorking out in stupid t-shirts with cheesy, cartoony prints and biting his lower lip and grinning from ear-to-ear and looking all adorable and boyish.

I'm so jealous of his girlfriend right now I swear. And since I can't have him, I want a man just like him.


Okay, I really wasn't going to spend half of this entry gushing all over the place about Roger, so now that it's all out of my system, I'll move on to what I really wanted to say.

I was trying to recall what I did this time last week and realised that this time last week, I was already asleep/trying to fall asleep to give myself some shut-eye time so as to wake up at 4.40 a.m. on Tuesday to watch the US Open final.

I can't believe it's been only a week since he won. I can't believe only a week has passed within the past week. Because it felt like so much longer, so much weightier, and I can't believe it's only been a week. Prone to bouts of hyperbolic tendencies I may be, but the whole of last week, especially after the US Open ended, felt like the longest week of the entire year.

I would attempt to hazard a guess as to why, but truth be told, my head is hurting too much, I'm so incredibly sleepy, and most importantly, I don't even want to think about it anymore. Maybe it was all a phase, I don't know, don't really care right now. It's so easy to make a big deal out of what could be a momentary thing, a fleeting moment of weakness and insanity; and the price is just too much. It'd be like me splurging on the bandanna that Roger wore during one of his Wimbledon tournaments while surfing eBay: definitely a moment of weakness since, well, WTF am I going to do with his bandanna? And high price to pay because the starting bid is US$175. (Hmm, but then, if it's unwashed...OMG I WANT IT. Kidding.)

Is it worth it, ultimately, the thing you give up in exchange? Especially since I'm not particularly equipped to make such judgments at the moment. And the fact that I'm thinking in terms of trade, of opportunity cost? I think it says a hell lot. There is no succession, just the termination of one thing in favour of the beginning of another, and they are discrete and even a little bit mutually exclusive.

I can't, I can't. I'm tired, I want to sleep. I love Roger Federer.

Charah coffee

How to make me sad.

In my humble opinion, NUS Law School should scrap the Student Exchange Programme so that people won't feel sad when their friends leave.

Stupid SEP. It's all your fault.


On another note, I can't believe I slept until 12.30 this afternoon. That's half an hour away from complete decadence. This sleeping past 10 a.m. thing really has to stop, I swear.

Also, if anyone ever reads this article, I'd just like to say that the correction at the end was all thanks to me. The original article reported that Roger defeated Stepanek in four sets when in fact he did it in three. I couldn't let anyone think that Roger didn't do it in straight sets, so I emailed the writer and politely pointed out her mistake to her.

To her credit, she actually answered my email! She wrote, "Yikes. Thanks for taking the time to write. Would you believe I looked up the results of the Stepanek match and still wrote what I did? I regret the unforced error! And I appreciate your pointing it out to me."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the 'unforced error' bit. Heh.


Edited to add:

I LOVE Paul Anka's Times of Your Life. I was going to embed it, even though posting YouTube videos and large pictures screw up my layout, but the person that posted it disabled embedding. Dammit.

But oh, it's a beautiful, beautiful song. I get chills whenever I hear the first two lines. This makes me want to go watch Paul Anka in concert (omg, I actually typed 'court' WTFFFF) in Singapore...but I know only one song so it doesn't really make sense does it?

But I love it so much. And I just looked up the lyrics and they're so touching!

Good morning, yesterday
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember

The laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do you remember
The times of your life (do you remember)

Reach back for the joy and the sorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow

Here comes the saddest part (comes the saddest part)
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life

Gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life
Of your life
Of your life

Do you remember, baby
Do you remember the times of your life

Soooo nice.