He rides a bike to work every morning when the sky is still dark. On the road, he's so focused and alert, while I'm still in a daze, trying to pull myself back from Lala-land.
As an usually-early bird, he's always the first to arrive work. Why? He loves to be able to spend time to have a hearty breakfast before starting work. 830 am is the official start time but he's already seen working by 8am.
Lunchtime has to be 12pm. No later. When he eats, he only looks at his plate, oblivious of anything and anyone around him. It seems like to him, eating is also a task, which he has to focus and upon completion, he can then sit-back, relax, listen and talk.
Once or twice a week, he would visit the gym during lunch hours, determined to mould the 6-non-obvious packs into something more visual.
After a long working day, he would go for his 3 hour-long lessons. Who would have thought that he actually has more than enough energy to come home, continue another hour of revision, clears his dog poo, shower before sleeping.
And never before has he complained about his studies.
He may be the strangest man I've met, but I cannot deny the fact that I really admire how he lives his life, so enriched, so full of optimism and enthusiasm.
