I fly like Paper

Its no wonder I don't tell people about my blog. It's full of thingy wingies and something something but not quite.

I don't mean to be vague but there is other thing...

Perhaps I find it difficult to find the exact words to chronicle the going ons. My entries are mostly thoughts and ideas, not narrations. I find that too self serving. Plus, it only takes a phone call to ask what I'm doing, though I am fiercely private. Tiger on a rampage kind of f.i.e.r.c.e.

This year is going to be a good year for me. I can feel it in my bones.

No doubt, I lost money over the Lunar New Year gambling weekend (Used to be a barometer for my financial affairs for the rest of the year) and I used to win BIG. But still, I don't see any substantial reserves. So this year, it will be different.

I am watching where my money goes, very keenly and having the discpline to act on my judgment. So far it has been good, though I give myself "cheat" days every now and then. A dollar can bring you very very far indeed depends on how high your vantage point is and how, *ahem* cheap you are.

The sporting season is starting soon and like the years that have come before, I am left scrambling for a team, getting physically fit and ready, watching what I eat and so on. I am left to wonder sometimes why I go through all the trouble.

It IS troublesome.

With a full time job, night training and gym sessions before work, I am more often than not tired and running on empty. So of course, I watch what I eat and what I do when I am not training. No clubbing or late nights. I try to have 8 hours of sleep every night.

But I do question my motivation.

I don't want to move on? Yes.

I love what I do? Yes.

So yes, I am stubborn enough to keep going at it like its going out of fashion and loving it. Why wear make up when you have endorphins?

Plus, I get to use the same clothes I bought when I was 20.

Game, set, match!