I look back and the only thing that comes to my mind is, "where did all that time go?" I promised to make summer count when finals ended. I mean, how many summers have we got in a single university stint? Four, and I'm already at my halfway-mark.

And fast forward two months and we're already almost at the end of June.

Life's been all sorts lately. The internship has its ups and its downs -- I have short bursts of fluster when work is piled on me at the last minute but other than that, I do what I do. What I miss most would be flexible timings on my end. When there were classes to attend, we had pockets of time in between to hit the gym, go shopping, meet a friend for lunch or just sit and chat without a purpose. But the nine-to-five grind (in my case, eight-to-five-thirty) practically leaves me with limited and inflexible hours to deal with other things.

Relative to work, I'd rather be in school.

As of now, my hands are mostly tied with Sailing-related work. Lots of planning for Western (!!!) and the various admin work I have to do as part of my job scope in the exco.

Each day is supposed to be brimming with meaning and hope and light and sunshine and whatever-happy-feeling-there-can-be. But some days I feel like the walking dead... Until it's time to tap out of the building... Looking forward to the end of this internship because Cheryl is coming home (yay!) but at the same time it signifies the almost-end of summer.

Back to school blues? Maybe.