Oh good heavens. Another update!
It's been a very different week from what I've become accustomed to since moving here. Last I wrote I was in the process of another move, this time to a different flat. Moving from the ground floor up to the third is quite a hassle. But, surprisingly, I moved almost all my things on my own, so I definitely developed sore muscles. I skipped yoga again for this reason. Oh well, I need to practice anyway.
I really don't have much news other than I've got a smaller room than before but I like it tonnes more than before. I just like smaller spaces a little more, especially when there's very little furniture. I have a roommate now, which also is nice because I realised I don't really like living alone. After years and years of anticipation, of waiting for the moment when I can have a place of my own and live like (and I can't believe I'm saying this because I HATE comparing myself to her) Carrie Bradshaw. Minus her life. I hate Carrie Bradshaw, she's the most annoying character on that show (despite her being the main character).
Anyway! Back to the news on hand...I realised I didn't like living alone as much as I thought I would. It's expensive, boring, lonely, dull, and insert any bleak adjective here. I need someone around, or at least the knowledge that I don't live alone, because otherwise I just end up feeling sorry for myself.
A little window into my life there. Wow. Now I sound a bit like Bridget Jones. Minus the thirtysomething desperation she exerts.
I'm on a chick-lit bashing run today, aren't I? Don't get me wrong, I love Sex and the City and I love the Bridget Jones series. I just hate Carrie Bradshaw and even though I think Bridget's a great character, I cannot compare myself to her.
I digress once more. Le sigh!
Tennis has been interesting this week. Clay court season officially started. Federer scared his fans in his first round match to Olivier Rochus at the tourney in Estoril. As long as he wins Roland Garros, I don't really care about the rest of his matches. My bummer moment came today with Marat Safin falling in three sets to Robin Haase in the Valencia tournament. Oh but wait. There's a story here.
Safin beat home favourite Juan Carlos Ferrero in the first round. I was ecstatic. He beat a pretty good clay court player at home. Kick. Ass. Today, I hoped and prayed he would win easily against Haase. I mean, come on. Haase is an up-and-comer. He could get lucky but hopefully Safin wouldn't let him.
It certainly looked that way. Safin took the first set 6-2. He was up 4-2 in the second set. Then, Haase broke him. Oh damn. It's 4-3. Safin fails to break Haase, and it's 4-4. Oh shit no. I look away from the scoreboard to do some work, but not before the score changes to 5-4, Safin. OK. He can break Haase to take the match. NO. It's 5-5. Oh for GOD'S SAKE SAFIN!
I look away for real and when I return I see Safin lost the second set in a tiebreak and it's 1-1 in the deciding set. Soon it's 3-1 favouring Haase. Then Safin breaks back and it's 3-2. Safin fights up to 4-4 but eventually collapses, losing the set, and the match, 6-4.
Needless to say, I was pretty pissed off. I really thought this would be the start of Safin's return to the Top 50. Then Top 20. It's not like I wanted him to win the tournament. I just didn't want him to fall prey to the Second Round Curse again. I swear, that guy loses in the second round of almost every tournament in the last couple years. I've been (sort of) keeping track.
Damn you Safin. You can still win a Slam if you just put your heart and soul into it. But you decide to let your inner headcase come out. MORON.
ARGH. Sorry. Still bummed and ticked off. Stupid dumb idiot!
Well anyway. That's about it with me for now. Hopefully I'll have something more interesting in the coming days. At least there's been one other nice thing about this week: the weather's been absolutely lovely. Hurrah for spring!
I really don't have much news other than I've got a smaller room than before but I like it tonnes more than before. I just like smaller spaces a little more, especially when there's very little furniture. I have a roommate now, which also is nice because I realised I don't really like living alone. After years and years of anticipation, of waiting for the moment when I can have a place of my own and live like (and I can't believe I'm saying this because I HATE comparing myself to her) Carrie Bradshaw. Minus her life. I hate Carrie Bradshaw, she's the most annoying character on that show (despite her being the main character).
Anyway! Back to the news on hand...I realised I didn't like living alone as much as I thought I would. It's expensive, boring, lonely, dull, and insert any bleak adjective here. I need someone around, or at least the knowledge that I don't live alone, because otherwise I just end up feeling sorry for myself.
A little window into my life there. Wow. Now I sound a bit like Bridget Jones. Minus the thirtysomething desperation she exerts.
I'm on a chick-lit bashing run today, aren't I? Don't get me wrong, I love Sex and the City and I love the Bridget Jones series. I just hate Carrie Bradshaw and even though I think Bridget's a great character, I cannot compare myself to her.
I digress once more. Le sigh!
Tennis has been interesting this week. Clay court season officially started. Federer scared his fans in his first round match to Olivier Rochus at the tourney in Estoril. As long as he wins Roland Garros, I don't really care about the rest of his matches. My bummer moment came today with Marat Safin falling in three sets to Robin Haase in the Valencia tournament. Oh but wait. There's a story here.
Safin beat home favourite Juan Carlos Ferrero in the first round. I was ecstatic. He beat a pretty good clay court player at home. Kick. Ass. Today, I hoped and prayed he would win easily against Haase. I mean, come on. Haase is an up-and-comer. He could get lucky but hopefully Safin wouldn't let him.
It certainly looked that way. Safin took the first set 6-2. He was up 4-2 in the second set. Then, Haase broke him. Oh damn. It's 4-3. Safin fails to break Haase, and it's 4-4. Oh shit no. I look away from the scoreboard to do some work, but not before the score changes to 5-4, Safin. OK. He can break Haase to take the match. NO. It's 5-5. Oh for GOD'S SAKE SAFIN!
I look away for real and when I return I see Safin lost the second set in a tiebreak and it's 1-1 in the deciding set. Soon it's 3-1 favouring Haase. Then Safin breaks back and it's 3-2. Safin fights up to 4-4 but eventually collapses, losing the set, and the match, 6-4.
Needless to say, I was pretty pissed off. I really thought this would be the start of Safin's return to the Top 50. Then Top 20. It's not like I wanted him to win the tournament. I just didn't want him to fall prey to the Second Round Curse again. I swear, that guy loses in the second round of almost every tournament in the last couple years. I've been (sort of) keeping track.
Damn you Safin. You can still win a Slam if you just put your heart and soul into it. But you decide to let your inner headcase come out. MORON.
ARGH. Sorry. Still bummed and ticked off. Stupid dumb idiot!
Well anyway. That's about it with me for now. Hopefully I'll have something more interesting in the coming days. At least there's been one other nice thing about this week: the weather's been absolutely lovely. Hurrah for spring!