The day tt i die..

Friday, 2 March is the day. F***. I'm starting to panic. I'm really not looking forward to getting my results. I don't wanna do badly.. Argh.. I hate this. I hope nobody asks me what i get. Which is highly unlikely. But still.. I feel like hiding in a corner with my result slip until everybody goes home.heh. Maybe i shall try to distract myself by thinking of wat to wear...hahahah..damn bimbo rite. But no. I need a good distraction from the impending mess. I will wear jeans cause they'll make us sit on the floor & the MJ hall is very cold. Bleah I'm still thinking about my results. This sux. Something or someone pls distract me. If only a million emo Italian boys could fly down to Singapore & distract me. Heh.