August 12th, 2011

Roger facepalm

Rogers Cup 2011 officially sucks.

Even though this was kind of expected, even though I woke up to a one-set deficit, even though I've watched countless matches when he just faded in the decisive set for no apparent reason (especially after winning the second, thus momentum on his side and all, but apparently not for the GOAT), watching Roger Federer lose will never cease to suck.

I can't decide who I feel like swearing at more: Jo-Wilfried Tsonga for playing so well again against Roger, or Roger for making me relieved at his winning one game to make it 1-5 in the third set. When he was down 0-5 and serving to barely stay alive in the match, my mind was flooded with horrible images of him actually being bagelled by someone other than Nadal. And it's not as if he gets bagelled by Nadal on a regular basis; he doesn't. If I remember right, the last time he received a bagel was during the 2008 French Open final, but his excuse was that he suffered from mono that year.

I really hate to admit this sometimes because in my mind, Roger Federer will always beat anyone on any given day when he's at his best; but today, this Tsonga once again outplayed Roger. How's that even conceivable? How does Roger Federer get outplayed? This is the new reality I guess. The guy just turned 30 on Monday, he's playing players 5 years younger, he's in the twilight of his career; such losses are bound to happen. I suppose at least he didn't lose in two tie-breaks to some random Ivan Dodig after being up 6-1 and 4-1 (or was it 3-1?) a la Nadal, who's supposed to be in his prime. Tsonga has always been a dangerous player, especially on fast-playing surfaces: huge serve, huge forehand. Someone I love seems to have this combination down pat in his dominating years...oh yeah, that's Roger.

Some of Tsonga's shots were quite Federeresque, as was his movement. I think I'm just resigned to this now, and hoping against realism that Roger wins his 17th slam sometime between now and the day that he retires. He's not getting any younger; his opponents, having claimed victories over him once, now believe that they can beat him; have I mentioned that he's not getting any younger?

Oh shit I'm just reminded that he got to the final last year. OMG WHY DID HE DRAW TSONGA WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY. WHY. He's totally not going to defend Cincinnati. I really want him to overtake Nadal as #2 and end the year ranked #2 (no one is gonna catch up to Djokovic) because it's just not right that he ends the year ranked anything but #1 and #2.

Then again, what does the ATP ranking matter? The ranking will naturally happen as he wins more matches; his rivals will naturally fall off the ranking as they lose more matches. RAFAEL NADAL, THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN, THANKS.

Anyway, except for the third set, he didn't play badly. He played a pretty solid second set and saved 3 break points to maintain his lead. Even when Tsonga was Too Good, Roger still matched him pretty evenly. His stupid stupid STUPID forehand errors in the third set were what cost him more than anything. I was shocked to see two mishit forehands long when he stepped in to take on a Tsonga return to a powerful first serve. That person right there? His name was Roger Olderer.

Oh well, I'm still happy that 1) I didn't watch the what must've been fucked up first set tie-break; and 2) I watched the awesome second set. I must admit that Tsonga/Federer matches produce awesome rallies. It's just too bad for me that nowadays Roger tends to lose these matches.

ROGER FEDERER YOU BETTER DEFEND YOUR CINCY CROWN OR I WILL BE REALLY SAD. AND PLEASE ANYONE BUT NADAL FOR THE US OPEN. I DON'T EVEN CARE IF IT'S DJOKOVIC; ANYONE BUT NADAL.

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In other tennis news, this tournament officially sucks because even Maria Sharapova lost. All my favourites are out. Petra Kvitova lost to that horse Andrea Petkovic 1 and 2 - WTFLYINGF. Well, winning Wimbledon sure beats the hell out of winning some random tournament in Canada.

On a side note, Petkovic's face seriously pisses me off. I therefore have an irrational hatred towards her. I also think that her stupid "Petko-'dance'" victory celebration shit is the most embarrassing victory celebration that I've ever seen, besting even Radek Stepanek's worm shit - and this worm thing is really bad. I suppose it doesn't help that the first time I ever saw her play and her stupid dance nonsense was when she beat Maria in the Australian Open this year but who bloody cares. She sucks. I can't believe Petra lost to this.

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Okay gonna go for a quick swim before I go out for lunch.
Charah coffee

My virgin massage.

Yay I finally received this dress!









Unfortunately, and as expected, the dress stretches rather uncomfortably around my tummy area. In other words, I look bloody fat in this. That only provides me even more motivation to lose weight quick, but I'm just gonna order this in M to see which size fits better.

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I went for my first massage ever yesterday with Mag; we each bought some Groupon voucher.

My shoulders/lower neck area are presently tender to the touch, and I was perfectly fine before this massage, so that should be some indication as to whether I enjoyed it. To state it in black and white, though, it made me tensed as opposed to relaxed; and although I felt very sleepy throughout, I couldn't wait for it to be over.

It also didn't help that I'm extremely ticklish and thus I couldn't stop squirming when the masseuse was rubbing my back and my legs, especially the inner thighs. The only part that I liked was the bloody hand massage. I'm quite convinced that this "luxury" isn't quite for me.

I really liked the oils that the woman used though - it smelled really good, like lavender (maybe it was lavender). It's making me want to buy some essential oil thing to burn in my room. I recently cleared my table, to my own surprise, so I have some space on my table for this.

Mag and I had dinner at some random Malaysian cafe near the spa place after that. I ordered some fish curry rice thingy which was surprisingly good. Mag and I don't do dinners or hang-outs like this often anymore, thanks to this huge-ass devil called work, so anytime we get to do this is a good night spent in my books.

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I had lunch with Ryan at Clementi Mall today and he passed me my tennis stuff (including the Maria dress pictured above). Omg Li Na's French Open outfit is simple but yet so damn cute - I looove it.





I love the colours of the skirt especially - so summery and bright.

I'm also the proud owner of 20 more pieces of Wilson Pro Overgrip white. YES NO MORE FUCKING PINK BIMBO-LOOKING OVERGRIP. I feel like a fool playing with that overgrip, seriously, especially when I'm wearing something pink.

Lastly, I headed to Dempsey for the first time in roughly two years for some coffee and decided on Jones the Grocer. The first thing that struck me when I entered the place was how bloody Melbourne it looked. It, in fact, should have been obvious that a place like that could not have been opened by Singaporeans; a quick Google on the place tells me that the place was, in fact, first opened in Sydney.

Duh bloody duh. It could be one of the few places in Singapore where I can get a flat white, and it was actually, surprisingly, really good, albeit rather expensive at $5. The only thing that I miss about Melbourne is the amazing coffee that I can get virtually anywhere. I suppose this is a good substitute, for now at least.

Lastly for real now, I bought Julian Barnes' new book yesterday and I'm reading it and I'm completely in love. I can read this man describe a blank white wall and fall all over myself worshipping him. He's so intelligent, and his writing, somehow, just speaks to me in a way that other writers' writing doesn't quite do. I don't know how to explain it. He and I couldn't be more different but sometimes, the things that he writes about, the ideas that he explores, I can relate to them as intimately as though they were my own.

Maybe I've just read too much Barnes; but then, I've only read all of his novels, so how is that too much?

Going back to my book now. I noted with some sadness that he still dedicates his books to his late wife (who cheated on him with Jeannette Winterson, for the record). I know how strongly he felt about her (just read the 1/2 chapter in A History of the World in Nine and a Half Chapters) and I feel quite sad that he's without her now.

Maybe I'm just a psychotic fangirl. That's definitely possible.