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.Tuesday, March 11, 2008 ' 7:39 AM Y
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A few quotes for the disappointed soul:



The size of your success is measured by the strength of your desire; the size of your dream; and how you handle disappointment along the way.



Ones best success comes after their greatest disappointments


Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal; it strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.



Disappointment is the nurse of wisdom.


When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.


Fear not for the future, weep not for the past



Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can't build on it; it's only for wallowing in.





.Monday, March 10, 2008 ' 11:02 AM Y
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Im currently going through what has to be the lowest period of my life to date. This feeling that has been consuming me the past few days truly sucks and Ive been left googling depression on the internet and trying to find out what I can do to help myself.. (pathetic, I know). Anyways one of the solutions recommended is to keep a journal and well since blogging is the hottest thing after sliced bread, I decided to give it a shot. Here goes...
Y'al probably think that I lost someone close or I missed out on the Olympics team to get me this down but things is... I THINK I FLUNKED MY FINAL YEAR PAPER!! Yeah I know, there's so much world suffering, there are people who have gone to hell and back and I have no right to wallow over a paper that I *THINK* I screwed up..
Its just extremely difficult for me. I've managed to score pretty impressive grades all along and it wasnt just for me, I put in alot of effort because of my parents. They've made alot os sacrifices for me and my messing up a final year paper kinda makes me feel like Im not worthy of their love. And, there are alot of implications should I really fail that paper. Like:
- My average will sink to the pitts
- I'l miss my graduation come August
- I'l have to endure all the freaking looks from people.. like 'oh here's the girl who failed to graduate'
- Disappointments from family, lectures...
- Might (most probably) be difficult to land my dream job with a top audit company
So what did happen on that fateful day? This might probably sound cliche but I freaking knew all the answers to the questions. I discussed and explained the concepts to my friends, I went through all my notes the night before the exam and I was fully prepared. When in the examination hall all the stuff I learnt seemed so vaguely familiar and thats when the panick jetted in. Got nervous, could only take a short breaths and the rest is history. Just when the invigilator came to collect our papers is when I realised what I SHOULD HAVE writen. Urgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
To recap what Im feeling right now:
~ useless
~ stupid
~ crappy daughter
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