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    Sunday, October 24, 2004

    One of the worst days of my life!

    Did you ever have a "shoulda, woulda, coulda" feeling?? I did have it just today and it's awful, it's killing me!!! Argh!! I feel sooo dumb...I'm forcing myself to cry but still couldn't get over it! For real. We went to like the best zoo in the 'pines...I took pics with my phonecam and on our way home, I accidentally deleted ALL of them!!! ARGH!!! It really feels sooo bad. Boohoohoo!!! I did took pictures with the regular cam but the best ones were stored on my phonecam. I hate feelings like this. I don't like disappointments. Especially when other people are involved. I really hate myself today. I'm looking back to how excited I was to get up early this morning...everything seemed to be really perfect as the day went by...and then everything fades away in the end. What a mess. In times like this, I'd seek comfort from people...to tell me it's alright and I can redeem myself next time. But sometimes, I get so makulit. It takes me some time to finally get over the feeling (I get this kind of feeling too when I don't make good grades in school...). I tend to long for "convincing" encouragements...I mean, sincere encouragements. Somehow, my Dad just did it. I held on to my Mom's hips but she just pat me on my shoulders but my Dad said something that helped me get over such traumatic feeling. He said it was okay to lose pictures from a field trip than to lose pictures from your wedding day. Hahahaha! Now I'm starting to smile again...

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