My pap always tells me that in order to be successful, you have to play hard.

I actually believe in his favourite phrase because I have met a few successful men who do. Though, all successful young men in their 30s (that I know since I was 16) are really fucked in their heads, and I love them. They are so sweet and give me lots of presents and a Visa to live in Australia. But not now it seems; no one likes me that way anymore.

That is why I played super hard this weekend.

However, I am not very disciplined and don’t know when to stop. This Saturday night, I ended up crouching over the porcelain and promised myself that “I will never drink again”.

This year I’m trying to get myself back in shape by going to gym everyday during lunch break, so I go crazy on the weekends. All these so I can maintain healthy and young. By the way, I saw a really cute bearded bear at Fitness First today.

I’ve got this coming weekend all sorted, a dinner party on Friday and a birthday party the next day. I will be putting my leave in for this Friday. Good times! I love it here in Australia!