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I’m in uni at the moment waiting to meet someone about a postgraduate program in35 minutes. The guy confirmed an appointment with me but never replied me with a venue so I’m wondering what the best time would be to call and ask him. I hope it’s in a common area with brochures and stuff instead of in his office so that it will feel more casual and would prevent me from fainting in a heap of nerves. It’s not like it’s an interview or whatever.

Mental note: I really need to get some kind of personal organizer so that I don’t have to write important stuff down on the back of my hand. I need to organize my bag so I don’t walk around rummaging through it for a pen like some homeless person looking for some pennies while tissues and lip gloss and one ringgit notes fall haphazardly around me. Most of the time I start of with a calendar cum organiser and write in it diligently for the first month and then it goes missing under my bed and I only find it the next year when I’m cleaning out my room and have already purchased a new organiser. No, I have start acting like I’m a 23 year old. Going on 24 (omg).

I’m nervous. I wish I could be all cool and calm and collected and self-assured but I’m just not. I’m a big bundle of nerves. I’m wearing a black blouse and slacks and covered shoes and my hair is tied up way more neatly that I’m used to. I’m a nervous wreck hiding behind the facade of a confident honours graduate.

But it’s okay, I can do this, right? After all I’ve made some major decisions and so far, survived them all. Trust, I must trust in God and let him do His part. I cannot be going through life being so afraid all the time.

I have to be assertive (NY Resolution #1) .
So I must Ask All The Questions and Be Bold.

After that I can go home and pig out on the sofa in my pyjamas.