But I can't help it.
My heart's drumming a samba beat somewhere in my throat, I'm shaking like a leaf, my palms are clammy, and I have panda eyes from staring at IT for two nights in a row.
Is this okay? What will they think? No, it sounds too peppy. OMG why can't we use emoticons. Is the font size too small? Should I say Miss... OMG I don't know her surname. *bangs head on table* Will it even be her handling this sort of thing? Should it be lengthy or brief? A touch of casual? No, then they won't take me seriously. Should I send it as an attachment, or just include it anyway? OMG what format should I put it in. etc, etc.
I think I have discovered a new phobia: one of rejection.
OMG can die one.
I know traditionally we're not supposed to make deals with God, but I'll try anything right about now.
Dear Lord I want it so, so bad.
I kick myself for being such a neurotic mess.
*breathe in, breathe out*
Everything's gonna be okay. Yeah. *swallows hard*
Whoo.
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On a side note, I ditched Alana today. (Sowieeee!) :(
I must have driven up and down all the levels of Terminal 1 at least 7 times today. I hate the Lembaga Hasil Dalam Negeri people. Hogging two bloody levels.
2 comments:
you and Eu Chern should form a club.
OUCH.
>.<
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