Suffering from LOSS (Lack Of Sleep Syndrome)

Yes, I officially admit that I am SLEEP-DEPRIVED. It's partly my fault, having been sleeping at 12.30 each night and waking at 6am each morning. Somehow, it's different from when I had to drag myself out of bed at 5.30 each morning for school... I seemed to be more hyper then. Ah well, I blame it on not being able to see 'Edward', though it's not a very good excuse since I just saw him at the MJC Open House, which was... 16 days ago. Hmm, it seemed so long ago! =.=

I'm starting to realise two all-important ways of keeping awake (or at least to keep myself from falling over while standing). 1] Blast ears with music. Thank you, thank you Linkin Park for starting my days with angst and emo-ness. Whee~ 2] Caffeine=Miracle from God. Or at least it is when I'm fighting to stay conscious on the train. XP

Oh, yes, I'm officially going to NYP (NanYang Poly) to study MASS MEDIA MANAGEMENT. The good - It's MassComm. {Yay!} The bad - It's not in NP (NgeeAnn Poly). {My dream was to be the next Cheryl Fox/female version of Justin Ang.....} So I'm now appealing for SP (Singapore Poly), TP (Temasek Poly) and NP. Maybe I'm overdoing it, but really, this is my last chance to try for studying MassComm in another institute. I'm not saying that NYP is bad {never!!} but it's just worth a shot, because it wasn't my first choice.

So fingers (and toes) crossed, praying to God that I can somehow get into any one of the appeals, and if all else fails , I'll still fall back to MMM in NYP. I can learn to be their version of NP's Cheryl Fox/Justin Ang! :)

Okay, enough rambling. Where's that coffee? If I can reach it... Just a little bit more... ZZzzz.

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