Catch My Breath.

You know that choking feeling you feel when you are swimming under water and feel like you can't catch your breath?

Thats the same exact feeling thats been clinging around me the whole of this semester. "Crazy", would probably be more than understated to describe the workload we have. No more than 4 hours of sleep per day per week and countlessly not eating for 2 days on end just to reach deadlines on time. Thank god. At least something good came out of all this madness- I lost 3kg.

And seeing that I am slender at the best of times, I am one blonde wig and rehab short from turning into nicole ritchie.

Additional good news would include the fabulous moment of finding out I made the top 180 list out of 500 auditioners to the school dance team. Many a happy jigs were danced that day and smses were quickly dispatched to spread the word. Greater was the exhilaration when a little birdy (dispatched by me) to inform The Scat I got into dance. Apparently she lost her grip.

Utter Fabulousness.

Well. The bad part would be that there isnt enough people for the package tour to go to Spain. Damn! Oh well. I suppose Egypt or Dubai isnt really a bad replacement. BUT STILL. Nevermind. The Mom has promised to go to Spain in October. So all I have to do is wait.

Now if only I could get film journals, individual literature review out of the way and Ms Chuah to freaking give me my interviewee by tomorrow, I would be a very happy boy again.