wake up every morning asking myself what i am living for, and going to bed every night somewhat looking forward to tomorrow. but usually slightly disappointed at myself how the day went. the amount of jobs versus the available hours to complete is getting way out of proportion, which is supposed to be good news until it become bad. i can’t really answer the question, what do i live for now. simply because there is too many reasons for me to.

this coming weekend is going to be a crazy one! and i hope the last one too, for me to clear up my work and get other things moving.
i keep saying this, only to realise more craziness coming my way. hardwell, zouk, f1, rihanna.

and on my training for 42km? it’s mayday, mayday, mayday. i need to get my legs moving and lungs pumping.

less meetings, less drinking, less clubbing, more working, and more running. ok, that should be the mantra to live by for the next 3 weeks. the very least i hope!
4 days without drinking! that’s a new record in weeks! lol