I want to write something, but nothing comes. Roland Garros began, Nadal wore shocking pink, Jankovic and Safina played well, yet I don't feel like writing about it. I could say how much I don't like Ivanovic too, but not worth the effort I guess. Weird mood. Happens to everyone, right? It's not even the writer's block. Could it just be plain laziness? This sucks. 

A funny name I read today- Rui Machado. 
A name I like- Philipp Kohlschreiber.

Fernando Verdasco. It's my blog, I can mention his name whenever I want. His black and white outfit in Roland Garros looks ugly even though he's hot. 
I wish I had watched Sharapova play so that I could criticise her.