Tournament where I lost. I was happy with the results. This event taught me that I needed to physically conditioned to win and skill needs to be anchored by it. Because once you run out of energy, your judgement gets distorted, start losing your shots, and you'll be exhausted the whole way out. However, despite having lost to my opponent, I gained a better feel of tiebreakers and love to mess with people's minds in them, although serve is still a liability. I find it better that my return game shall not let me down. And then I don't know why people started laughing when I was combing my hair between games. My hair was obstructing my vision, c'mon! That was the comic of today, I suppose. Then I thought to myself, "Crap, topspin, slice, flat, or twist? What the hell kind of serve should I do first? I thought of what Coach Monroe sternly said to me the day before the match, "You gotta take control of your serve, It might not always end, but it's for you to control and you gotta make the points count." And then the stupid slice backhand. Rachelle told me days before, "No freaking slices, I want pure groundstrokes! That's it, push ups." To return his serve, I sliced them back to his forehand, or at least I tried to. Setting up to pull off my passing shots when he approached the net. Lovely day really.