Saturday, August 20, 2005 | 12:40 PM

yea right.. fuck off.

shit. I dunno what to type. Jus woke up frm tt horrid shit ytd. Left e bbq 1/2 way aft the announcement of the new exco. Oh great. I got fucked up w/ a brand new fucked up post, welfare. WHAT THE FUCK. I SWEAR I HATE THIS POST. FUCK COACH.. HOW CAN HE EVEN THINK OF GIVING ME THIS POST??? Maybe I've nt been committing enough. And yea I suck. I suck at everything. I can't sprint for nuts. I've nt even reach the Nationals standard. In coach's mind I'm useless.. and I haven't forgotten how I got to go dwn myself to Parkway to get those fucking ankle weights w/ no fucking funding frm e sch or him. And Gen gets it all. WHAT THE FUCK? The reason? I'm nt the best sprinter in terms of quality. FUCK HIM. And ytd bbq was simply shit. Mrs Lim said smth abt being disappointed w/ the yr 1s as we didn't do the bbq-ing of the food. OK. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN.. I can't bbq meat, she knows tt. And coach made me go dwn to compass point to buy all e fucking drinks and tidbits which I only ate so fucking little. And I had to fucking dig out 6 bucks frm my own pocket. 6 bucks isn't much but Coach gave me this serve-you right-look and said tt he only gave me 20 bucks why I got more drinks than I'm suppose to get. And he told me before I left tt I hv to clean up the fucking mess aft the bbq ends at 10.30pm. That was the last straw. SO HE THINKS TT I'M EASY TO COMMAND ARD AND DO THE FUCKING ODD THINGS YEA? SO MUCH FOR WELFARE POST. Came home ytd and mailed him tt I reject tt fucking post. If he insists, I'll quit track. Its time I show him tt altho he's my coach, I'm nt going to be his dog. If he wants a dog, find someone else. I've got my dignity so FUCK OFF.