It's a daily routine now.
Wake up at around 7.30am.
Prep up, go for training.
Toil for an eternity of a three hours.
Go to RJC, shower, dump shit in locker.
Change into business casual.
Leave for office. (Lunch optional, depending on time available.)
Work at laptop for the next 4-5 hours. (The work can be pretty interesting.)
Go home.
It isn't 9 to 5.
But it's routine.
I hate routine.
But ah well. At least I learn much.
Training? Gets easier once your the oldest.
Be it the years of experience, or the fact that the only challenging sparring partners are your own batch mates, you feel much more at ease at the top.
And thank God, I'm starting to save again. Halfway to my goal.
Money's fricking awesome.
Speaking of which, it's time I head off to Serangoon to tutor Bastian.
All in a day's work, eh.
Hoo-ah?
sumo signs off.
