| who took my pear? |
[01 Apr 2008|08:15am] |
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i took my pear out from my lunch box.
i didn't want it to turn bad because my box of food was hot.
so i left it on my table and ignored it while i got "busy" doing
research on the internet.
it was time for lunch when i remembered my pear. i started looking
around for it. couldn't find it.
who took it? that person could have asked me.
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okay. i've managed to solve the mystery.
turns out my idiotic colleague took my pear to hide away.
she forgot about it completely until this morning.
luckily the pear still tasted nice. but i can't help feeling
how contaminated it has become. i wonder how many fingers have
actually molested my pear.
still, it was a nice eat.
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| perfection |
[01 Apr 2008|02:44pm] |
i'm wondering when my constant quest for perfection in everything i do,
will lead to my fatal end.
quote an example:
i spent two weeks writing and editing my essay non-stop.
i wrote and erased over and over again because i just
cannot be satisfied with whatever i wrote.
then i read a few other essays done by my classmates.
in comparison to mine, i felt theirs were exact copies
of the materials i'd gone through. they failed to reference
their work, lacked supporting points and wrote half the
amount of required words.
then when we received our results yesterday. they got Bs.
i got a B+ (with a "very good attempt").
why not A for me?
this high expectation has demoralized me. i just feel like why
the hell do i need to put in so much effort, especially
when the end result for everyone is going to be the same?
or rather, am i particularly more stupid than the rest?
so i had to work doubly hard?
it depresses me. it makes me feel scared.
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