Same shit. Different day.
For those who know me well enough, I’m a competitive person. Not one who will vehemently compete with anyone and everyone, but I’m competitive in things I’m good at. Why compete if there isn't a good chance of winning anywyay?
For example, in VS, my close friends and I competed to see who could whoop whose arse in certain subjects or tests or games or anyrhing else. I would win at times, and lose at times.
At that point, I felt in control of my life. I could change the outcome of any situation just by trying hard enough.
Come 2006. The prelims. 3 words come to mind. WTF. I have never felt so impotent in my entire life. Though I did not push myself very hard to prep for the exams, nonetheless, I actually gave a half-baked push to study. My results? The dough’s still mushy. Its not even warm. Good god. At this rate I won’t make it to the uni, I’ll be poor, probably work in some flatted factory, and die, with my microwave dinner still on my lap.
Shit. I’ve never felt this freaking depressed. In fact I’ve never been depressed. I’ve always had a keen sense of my ability, and I’ve always been able to pull through. So I guess this is it folks.
My morale has taken such a beating, I doubt it’ll recover.
Well, I guess this is the end of me.
Better prepare myself for the worst.
What a way to go.
A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths are a statistic. -- Joseph Stalin
Smart man.
For example, in VS, my close friends and I competed to see who could whoop whose arse in certain subjects or tests or games or anyrhing else. I would win at times, and lose at times.
At that point, I felt in control of my life. I could change the outcome of any situation just by trying hard enough.
Come 2006. The prelims. 3 words come to mind. WTF. I have never felt so impotent in my entire life. Though I did not push myself very hard to prep for the exams, nonetheless, I actually gave a half-baked push to study. My results? The dough’s still mushy. Its not even warm. Good god. At this rate I won’t make it to the uni, I’ll be poor, probably work in some flatted factory, and die, with my microwave dinner still on my lap.
Shit. I’ve never felt this freaking depressed. In fact I’ve never been depressed. I’ve always had a keen sense of my ability, and I’ve always been able to pull through. So I guess this is it folks.
My morale has taken such a beating, I doubt it’ll recover.
Well, I guess this is the end of me.
Better prepare myself for the worst.
What a way to go.
A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths are a statistic. -- Joseph Stalin
Smart man.
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