Even after RODing, everything still looks uncannily mundane. I was expecting confetti, fanfare and lots of money making opportunities but no, I got a rude awakening. I haven't found myself a job, something that was 9 to 5 or the very least retail hours so I can enjoy my nights. My Parisian voyage preparations will ceased until I find a job. I got offered this very unglam job from Adecco, Tiger Beer promotor which I politely rejected knowing that it was very inapproriate. Other than that, I've been trying to get all hardcore-ly healthy. Climbing, swimming, running, soccer-ing, tennis-ing.

I have planned new workout regime for the weekends. Soccer on Saturday mornings. Swim at least 20laps in the afternoon. A 10km run on Sundays (which I have yet to start but soon). Golf on Sunday afternoons. Slot in climbing/ bouldering sessions during the weekdays and I'm good to go.

All these are in lieu for my game plan for a perfect body.

Swim - For the shoulders.
Climb - For the back and the forearms.
Run - For the legs and heart.
Golf - Don't really help much but slowly and subtly it does work your mid-section ( I hope )

So many concerts coming to town and I'm not gonna catch any of it. I shall sacrifice for my Parisian hopes! Just thinking of it, what I'll be missing. Muse, John Legend, Il Divo. Urgh. So pardon me while I burst into flames.