The past few days have passed by in a blur, and I am so exhausted. Went for blood donation a little while ago, and I'm not sure, but I think its taking a toll on my energy level. I feel completely sucked dry of life.

Trainings on Wednesday and Thursday were madness. It gets tougher and more exhausting as A divisions draw nearer. My body is still aching from Monday's trainings... ugh.

Cos if you've got the poison, I've got the remedy, remedy.

I feel completely disoriented and inane today. I can't even blog properly.

I've got tons of work to complete, and I hope I can clear everything by Sunday.

On Wednesday, this group of dancers came to our school to perform for assembly. Watching them do hip-hop, jazz, the can-can dance, flying across the stage, and above all, the storyline behind the whole dance made me realize just how much I miss dance. I never thought I'd say this, seeing as how I didn't exactly like my secondary school modern dance instructor, but I miss learning the new steps and trying so hard to master them, then actually mastering them. And when all of us performed together as a group, in almost perfect sync with the music... the feeling was just unbelievable. And I remember clearly how the five of us would jump onto the tables in the classrooms and do the dance for The Ketchup Song. It was a hoot. I don't regret not taking it up in Nanyang, because I don't think I'd enjoy myself as much as I am in basketball now, but I do miss just dancing in front of the mirror whenever I feel like it, or going over to Felicia's house to learn new dance steps. I don't love dance as much as she does, but I guess to me, it has its own significance.

I'm just rambling on and on, aren't I? That's all for now I guess. There really isn't much to talk about these days, except that I do quite like the trailer for Tristan & Isolde, and Chicago is premiering on Channel 5 next Wednesday!