Tuesday, August 07, 2007 + 8:56 PM
pissed. with myself and with what happened.
firstly, i got hit on the left eye by rayson's
shot. was already very agitated. but played the
match till the end. i won and erich challenged me.
frustrated that i didnt spend more time training
volleys. couldnt hit his lob serves. i vouch that
he at least scored 7 points out of those serves.
frustrating.
boasts hitting the bottom red line, unable to
deliver shots off the glass, loose shots that
scream "COME GET ME" were hit with overdrives
and overlifts, all the way out of the squash court.
i knew i was playing with a throbbing left eye
and blurred vision due to the new comfort bi-weekly
lenses. overhydration, i call it. Makes me feel
as though im in Underwater World.
the boiling point came when i was dead beat, pissed
and lifeless, he comes over and says something
really irksome.
If i still had an ounce of energy in me at that
moment, I would have sprung up and busted his
head in an instant. You won, great. Comments
like these, keep it to yourself. Push me too
far, Im gon clap back.
Rematch next week when im at my optimum.
I prepared my lines already.
With the most caustic tone, I'll deliver the
malice back at him as he stares bleakly at
defeat.
