Yesterday I watched the US Open, as usual the recent time. If my opinion mattered, I’d say they can end the whole grand slam tournament immediately because, to me, it’s getting boring now that my favourite’s no longer in it...

James Blake against Rafael Nadal and...Nadal LOST!!! The Nr. 2 of the world lost against Nr. 49. I mean, okay, the differences in men’s skills in professional tennis are not as extreme as in women’s tennis, in which the world’s Nr. 1 would have a way easier match against Nr. 49 because the point-dependent differences are a lot bigger...but, I mean, there are nevertheless not few points difference between Nadal and Blake, so... Hey, there’s a reason why Nadal is Nr. 2, isn’t it? Okay, Nadal is a genius on clay, but he sucks on grass and keeps going on synthetics (What the hell are the English technical terms for those three areas?). But still...even the commentator said Nadal wasn’t in best shape that day. Huugh, pity, I’d loved to see him play some more matches... Since the Final Match at this year’s French Open I’m a Tennis fan, hehe... ;) Rafael Nadal against Mariano Puerta, to me it was awesome! My mother was pretty impatient in explaining the rules to me, but still I loved that match.
So, Nadal is not as good as Roger Federer but even he says he’s a fan.
I admit that Nadal wasn’t quite innocent in making me like tennis, but I wouldn’t go as far as my mother and say I have a crush on him. His immensely shy way of being is really cute but that’s it. He’s a great tennis player, that’s what makes him interesting. (He has a great body, but all players have that...put another non-simian head onto his shoulders and I’d love him, haha! ;) At times I’m so superficial...)
But, well...I can’t say James Blake is an asshole, he applauded Nadal on some points. And he has a hard time behind him, physically and emotionally, so be it...but fuck his fan club, they weren’t able to shut the fuck up during the match...

At the moment, my obsession for the other one is...let me say it’s very, hm, ‘light’... He’s not on my mind all the time anymore. But that happens sometimes. I’m curious to know when my feelings will overrun me again and I’m back at the point where I’ve been before... But at the moment I don’t need to look at pictures of him all the time. But somehow it feels like I’m cheating him...strange...







Huugh, I so don’t want to watch this TV-Duel between Merkel and Schröder right now... *sigh*

(Can someone tell me how I can make a link to the comment page, so that the pictures do not appear here but on the comment page...?! ...Uhm…’s it clear what I want?)