just for the sake of recording this act of idiocy down.

a few days ago I woke up in the middle of the night to take a leak. didn't turn any lights on, neither did I feel like tapping a random button on the phone at my side to illuminate whatever part of the room it could. Thought that I would have known my room well enough to feel around and get to the bathroom in one piece, use the moonlight squint in the dark aim release hopefully hear some splashing to indicate that I'm hitting the mark flush wash wipe hands on shirt evac in double quick time so that I could still slip into sleep with minimal light. save gaia.

worked before. didn't this time. I walked straight into the wall beside the bathroom door. Nose suddenly felt flattened, the lower lip hit the upper set of teeth with enough force to result in a puncture, and I was disorientated, bleeding, groping for my spectacles and going ow ow ow like a massive drunken dick. Ironic thing was that my collision with the wall resulted in some other part of my body hitting the toilet light switch and that brought on the lights which defeated the purpose of my feeling about in the dark in the very first place. freaking hell I spent an uncalled for ten minutes dressing up the wound and sayang-sayang-ing the bruise on the nose and concurrently wondering what possessed me to believe that I was a good groper-in-the-dark.

the very next day (and days leading to right now) I had/have an ulcer the size of a pea on my lower lip peeking its pale yellow head out for the world to gawk at and for me to bear the glamour of it all.

"Seow eh, your own home leh. You don't know your own way around your own bloody house?"
"Fun what next time nothing to do can suck (the huge-as-a-saucer ulcer)." _|_

save gaia my ass. the next time I'm taking a midnight piss I'll switch enough shit on to trip the neighbourhood.

Not a pretty sight, especially when his hallmark rock-solid composure is such an integral part of his game. But I guess this shows that he still cares for the game, at the very least he hasn't gotten jaded or thrown in the towel with the likes of Nadal of Djokovic threatening his hold on the sport. Honestly I think that he hasn't reached his expiry date yet, it's just a matter of time before he regroups and brings out a level of play which capitalises on his court experience instead of the raw power and speed which are slipping away from him for sure. Kinda something out of Rocky Balboa.

"You know all there is to know about fighting, so there's no sense us going down that same old road again. To beat this guy, you need speed - you don't have it. And your knees can't take the pounding, so hard running is out. And you got arthritis in your neck, and you've got calcium deposits on most of your joints, so sparring is out.

So, what we'll be calling on is good ol’ fashion blunt force trauma. Horsepower. Heavy-duty, cast-iron, piledriving punches that will have to hurt so much they'll rattle his ancestors. Every time you hit him with a shot, it's gotta feel like he tried kissing the express train. Yeah! Let's start building some hurtin' bombs!"

27 years old and a father-to-be already leh; most of the top seeds are in their early 20s and would easily outrun this lao jiao.