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I'm at home today. Interview at SMU later. I'm nervous. Not the visible type, but the palms are wet type. Its this slow creeping sense that you are totally running out of time. Furthermore, I have not read the paper in ages. Out of date for current affairs. My family does not subscribe to the paper. And recently, I think I'm suffering from social withdrawal symptoms. I hardly go out with my friends, I dont post on the threads, I'm not blogging regularly, the number of SMSes I send has been reduced... In short, I'm turning into a semi-hermit.

I hate this blog format. I cant change the font to Trebuchet. I hate this font, whatever it is. It looks nothing like a blog post, but rather, like some application essay. Yes. Application essay blanks have this default font. Exhaustive in that you have to reformat everything when you copy your essay from Word to the blank, as well as how all the words are flat and small and absolutely lacking in aesthetic appeal. As you can tell, I'm rambling. I think its due to a lack of nutrition today. had one measly slice of bread some 5 hours ago. I'm not one of those girls, or guys, who think they are rabbits and try to survive on lettuce and water. I need proper food. Think carbohydrates, proteins and even fats. I believe in food being food. Not like... Eh. Vegetables all the way. Or just juice. Or just meat. We need a balanced intake. Even when I diet for photo shoots, its modified. No matter how good Vivi claims South Beach is, I think I dislike it enough to alter it into something more enjoyable, if a more sinful.

My USP essay has been rewritten 6 times. As in, rehashed. Not edit. I've edited it so many times I lost count. The topic is still the same, but I've been playing around with changing the focus, as well as the depth of my analysis. If I do get into USP with my current essay, I owe someone lunch. Yes, you. Haha. I mean what I say on MSN. While we are ahead, I would like to thank the following people for being so nice to me during this turbulent times of essay writing.

My brother, for not complaining too much when I hog the computer. The poor kid even had to swap rooms with me. I love you for being such a sweet kid. My dad and mum for not really reinforcing their threat to turn off the computer power supply. I know I spend a REALLY LONG time. Will go back to my maximum-of-3-hours-a-week usage soon. Next are my colleagues. Thanks for turning a blind eye to my essay writing during office hours. Especially Jason, for helping me to proofread. I had no idea he liked L'Arc~en-Ciel! And Glay! I promise I'll stop saying that you are old. And NO. I am NEITHER a scruffy dog NOR Tinkerbell. HAHA. Vivi, for helping me with my essay flow and CHeJ for giving me direction. Without them, I think my essay wont even be trash bin worthy, not to mention USP. Finally... The same gang of people who I always complain to. Who always give me moral support, entertainment and lotsa love. I love you guys too!

This sounds like some Oscar speech. And I'm not even sure if I'm getting into the programme. HECK. They made the effort for me anyway.

"I struggle because I do not wish to die. I fight because I do not wish to live a half-life. I am who I am because I can be no other."