January 23rd, 2011

Charah coffee

Who the fuck is Andrea Petkovic?

I clearly spoke too soon yesterday - Maria just got sent packing from the Australian Open by this Andrea Petkovic person.

Sigh. I'm not the biggest Sharapova fan in the world, but I like her enough to want to see her do well here (in my dreams she wins the title alongside my darling Roger). Her fighting back when she was down 1-5 with Petkovic serving for the match is precisely why I liked her the first time I saw her play: her fighting spirit is incredible and you know that this girl has so much self-belief that she simply does not - refuses to - give up on herself. Of course, you could say that she should never have gotten herself into that hole in the first place; but having gotten there, she refused to go down without a fight.

Too bad she couldn't reign in those unforced errors.

Also, I know I'm shallow, but I don't like Petkovic's face so I hope Li Na demolishes her in the next round. I was really impressed with Li Na's performance against Azarenka this morning anyway, so I'm rooting for her to go deep here. If she reaches the final, it means she'd defeat Caroline Pushniacki along the way so that's an added bonus for me. Kim Clijsters winning this is just too predictable and boring so yeah, I think I'm officially rooting for Li Na to win the title now.

Anyway, back to the drawing board, Maria. I hope she figures out whatever she needs to figure out in time to go deeper in these Grand Slams.
wimbly 2009 fuck yeah

I hate Tommy Robredo.

What was with that vicious backhand smack straight at Roger when Roger was at the net? Roger had to duck to avoid being hit and the stupid ball flew out anyway. Whoever tries to injure my Roger in any way, shape or form, or displays unsportsman-like conduct towards him, or is disrespectful towards him in any way, immediately goes on my shitlist.

I was happy when Roger got Robredo as his 4R opponent as I thought it would be an easy match, but Roger decided to be charitable and gifted him the 2nd set. What the fuck, really. I hate that he dropped a set to this boring no-game Spanish brainless ball-basher.

Speaking of being Spanish, there isn't a single Spanish player that I like out of the 1924385728753 Spaniards that are on the tour. They're all the fucking same; they even grunt in the same way. It's just tiresome and boring.

But back to Roger: after the brain fart in the second set, he was all business in the third and the fourth and closed it out 6-2. I should be worried about his performance moving forward, I guess, judging by how he lost focus against this Robredo idiot and didn't finish it in straight sets; but I'm not. He knows what he has to do, he's been here so many times before, and even if he doesn't get Andy Roddick in the next round, I'm sure he knows how to handle Wawrinka. I'm not surprised he hasn't brought his A-game to these early matches; he usually only really shows up towards the end anyway. If he's not present for the later matches, then I'd start to worry. Till then, I choose to believe in the force and magic and genius of the living tennis god that is Roger Federer.















I mean, that's just gorgeous. How can anyone not see the beauty in his movement and his strokes?

Apart from that, I laughed so hard at this point that the only thing that stopped me from laughing was the fact that he actually got his return in.





Oh, and he won the point, too.
Roger facepalm

Well, it's official.

I continue to be miserable every Sunday in preparation for the upcoming work week. What's the point? This is starting to feel like I'm Andy Roddick taking the court to face Roger Federer with my shitty 2-20 record hanging over my head, i.e. I'm defeated before I even fucking get there. I can't imagine the kind of lies that Andy tells himself whenever he has to play Roger; how do you argue against a hard-and-fast statistic that screams at you about what a loser you are against this guy? The answer is that you can't.

There hasn't been a single Sunday on which I don't feel completely defeated and drained. That's exactly how I feel - absolutely defeated.

It's probably all mental. Objectively, taking away my emotions, I'm not doing too badly. But it's telling, very fucking telling, how much I really don't fucking care about the good things that I've been told by the people with whom I work; it's also probably really telling how I'm constantly letting the the small things that I screw up get me down (i.e. I'm a closet perfectionist who can't accept mediocrity from herself; unfortunately, I'm too lazy most of the time to do anything about anything).

I don't want to be just mediocre at life. Right now, my life is one giant signboard screaming to the world what "mediocrity" means. The fact is, too, that the average person would kill to be in my position.

I don't want to settle for average. My life is very fucking average right now. I'm so over this.