Two days ago on Sunday, my schedule for this week looked really empty.
So I was planning to get a lot of studying in. Japanese lessons are waiting for me to resume but I need to revise intensively first.
Nihongo wa muzukashii desu ne.
Over the past two days, though, my schedulling diary suddenly exploded.
All of a sudden, I now have two full-day shoots, one wardrobe fitting session, five auditions to attend, and one magazine article to research and write.
Did I ever mention I really hate writing for money? But I keep accepting these assignments because we have to do what we have to do to survive. I even once in a long while solicit for more writing jobs. I r a glutton for punishment.
I am now slowly approaching panic lane because my entire week is now packed.
But my article has to be in tomorrow or Thursday.
And my Japanese has to be revised before the middle of next month (I have six months’ worth of revision to do).
And I keep having people calling me up to go for auditions and shoots (which I can’t reject for obvious reasons).
So last minute lor! See I so panicky until I lapse into Singlish liao.
And the Goonfather wants to go for ice-cream now.
(I have such a nice, flat tummy, too, from a whole week of involuntary dieting due to illness. And he wants me to ruin it with ice-cream.)
So what do I do? I start blogging.
I’m going crazy.