I guess the black font would be much better for you guys..You know,sometimes being a saggitarius has it's pros n cons...Yes guys,I do find an interest in horoscopes but it's only an interest,not an obsessive belief k. I'd be totally honest about that and it's nothing I'm ashamed of. Back to being a saggitarian. It's fun..you get to run around alot,get to have alot of fun and basically enjoy time which is well spent doing what you want. It's good to be free :D But that's where the joyride stops.
Sad to say I've been sidelined and I know my chances of fighting back are slim. Why? It seems that the chest and back are not the only problems on my 'list of buggers I wish could get off my ass'. To add to the complications, Doc Cormac(that's my doctor btw) said I've got busted intercoastal rib muscles somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd ribs. That not only answered my questions as to why breathing was so painful, it just seemed to make the world a MUCH,HAPPIER place for me to live in. I just hope that you guys read this and pray for me..I love you guys and I would really appreciate it if you could do what any friend would do by just doing me this one favour by spending some time to ask for that healing blessing for me from up above.
With that aside, let's move on to something else which just had to spoil my morning the moment I woke up from bed. Well, I'm sure by now you would have known that I was interviewed. Once by Today,and once more by the Straits Times. I have to admit,it's a really fun feeling to know that people recognise you; and to have an interview done and seeing it in the paper, kinda resembles that feeling of when you're a kid again eagerly waiting to open up that fat,red christmas present. However, that fat,red present was more like a fat,red boxing glove that hit me hard in the face when I got up at 8m this morning to see that shit of an article written by that f*cker, Marc Lim..YES MARC LIM, I HATE YOU AND YOU WRITE SHIT ARTICLES AND I WILL NEVER GIVE YOU AN INTERVIEW EVER AGAIN..
It's not that I mean to get so pissed off over an interview but ANYONE WOULD if they had given up 20minutes of their time to sit down with some chap they didn't know and give a bloody life story just to fill up the notepad of some stupid asshole with 'Journalist' engraved on a name-tag pinned across their chest and NOT have their story written correctly in the end. Here's what happened. I'm not embarrassed to say this,nor am I being arrogant about it but I was told that the article was going to be written about me. In conjuction with the Commonwealth Youth Games, a write-up was to show Mr. Tan Howe Liang with me training. In other words,it was a moment for me to show off a little bit. But what do I get? A tasteless article with just ONE measely quote from me and a tiny picture no bigger than the size of a stamp. And what else? Not that I mean to hit you Agnes, but you look reeeeeally f*cking ugly with your mouth wide open like that. Not every guy's gonna stick their cock in your face ya know. Now,thanks to Marc Lim's excellent penmanship and taste in photos, EVERY bastard in a coat and tie will think that all weightlifters look like that; like they got rammed up the arse by king kong's half-eaten banana. I'm not done, I have to point out that half the story was focused on Agnes when I swear she wasn't even interviewed for 3 minutes. I swear to God...I was there. And I swear to all of you, I was just disgusted and it was just a very disactisfactory thing to experience.
I'm not gonna bitch about it anymore..as friends,you guys know what I'm like,you guys know who I am and you guys know what I do. If there's anything I'm gonna show from now on,it's gonna be on the platform and not in some washed up reporter's newspaper.
But that's as soon as my bloody injuries choose to play 'irritant' with me.