It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up. The days up till the final Jury seem to slip by as though someone has fixed the clocks to work at double speed. Jury 3 certainly looks alot closer from this side of March, and the knowledge that I've barely done anything to progress from the previous Jury is hard to digest. The next 4 weeks would have to be spent facing my project every single waking hour...minute...second. I'll probably come out of this scarred for life by the trauma of it all. O' tis such horror that thine own breath is ripped away from thine own lungs. Hopefully by the end of it all, I'd be able to stand before Suhan and the other lecturers and take a leaf out of William Hung's book and say:
"I did my best, I have no regrets."
She bangs, she bangs..Oh baby, yeah she moves she moves..I go crazy 'cos she looks like a flower but she stings like a bee...