The Child of Tennis - Yukimura

So...my agent has found new ways to drive me up the wall. She means well....but honestly, I haven't done nearly enough to write an autobiography. I know that I actually have time to sit down and write something, but I neither want to nor have enough life experience to be able to make it a seller.

I've always thought it's a bit stupid for younger celebrities to release autobiographies. What have you done in such a short period of time that merits a whole book? Even if you've been a child star, I honestly think you can only really write autobiographies once you've passed forty, at least. That's when you've gained enough life experience and tact to be able to judge your own life without too much bias.

But that's my own opinion. Even with a life as interesting as mine, I honestly can't fill a book.


For Valentine's Day, I have a slightly cold date planned. Bring a coat too, it's gonna be chilly. You might not be able to see me under the layers of clothing~



I have two candidates narrowed down. I'm going to be hiring your services since Genichirou is ill. How much for a day?

So. The press conference today was a laugh. I'm really concerned for the medical health of the reporters. That much imagination and blatant twisting of facts can only be due to some serious drug addiction. I found out a lot of facts about me today that I didn't know myself!

Firstly, the rivalry between Echizen and I is obviously repressed sexual tension. The fact that we had dinner last night must mean that we're dating. Of course. For goodness sakes, no one ever said that about Rafa and Federer, so why the hell would they do that for me and Echizen?

Two, in a complete reversal of events, I have been voted the most eligible bachelor of the year. And I have also been voted most likely to be gay. Why? Because I look girly. Thanks a bunch, tabloids. You really know how to boost my self-esteem. Of course, that doesn't change the fact that I am gay, but calling me girly was low. LOW. And let's not even go there with how they treated being gay like it was a funny joke.

And finally, retirement plans already. Wow. I'm 24, for goodness sakes. I have no plans of retiring from tennis until I'm at least 30. And I think I may need to fire my medical team, because, you know, private medical details are supposed to stay that way! Whatever happened to patient confidentiality? Just because I'm having trouble sleeping, doesn't mean that I'm going to retire.

Now that's all out, I'm just going to go enjoy a play at the Globe Theatre and pretend that this never happened. I'm still waiting on a legitimate press conference.