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Why did you fail your exam?

Does 19 or 20 relates to you?

Because I didn't review.

Because I didn't prepare early enough.

Because I don't attend class frequently.

Because the exam is really hard.

Because I didn't understand the lesson well.

Because I dont like the subject.

Because I didn't follow the instructions.

Because I didn't listen during the lesson.

Because my best was not good enough.

Because the exam is not related to the topic discussed.

Because I forgot what I reviewed.

Because I was late in the examination day and didn't have enough time to answer.

Because I crammed last night.

Because I felt exhausted and not feeling well.

Because I cheated in the exam.

Because I avoid studying and procrastinate.

Because I am a bad test-taker.

Because I studied the wrong topic.

Because even when I study hard, I get low grades anyway.

Because my seatmate did not let me copy his/her answers 😂

(Comment down what number/s you relate the most!)

Note: There are times in life when we experience falures not just in exams. When it happens, its time for us to evaluate our mistakes and ourselves on the things that went wrong. Once we do that, we can move forward and live without carrying baggage of regrets on our backs.

Images:

Andres Chio | http://thedailycougar.com/2018/05/02/failing-not-end/

Toa Heftiba |

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹

Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss

If you are my friend, please answer me this

Are we friends, or are we not?

You told me once, but I forgot

So tell me now and tell me true

So I can say I’m here for you

Of all the friend’s, I’ve ever met

You’re the one I won’t forget

You are my best friend and that will always be true

We’ve had our ups and downs, thick and thin we’ve been true

I can’t even explain it, I’m head over heels

I love being your friend, and how great it feels

The friendship we had is so rare to find

We hate to see each other in a bind

We have laughed so hard, and we’ve cried

We feel each other’s pain, if we’re hurt inside

We always can find the right word to say

To help us get through any dreadful day

We have told our darkest secrets with feeling no shame

We’ll tell each other the truth even if we are to blame

I know you as a person, I especially know you as a friend

Our friendship is something that will never end

Right now and, this second, this minute, this day

Our sister hood is here, is here to stay

I don’t have to be with you to know you’re there

We don’t have to see each other to know that we care

I know we could be apart from years upon end

Adrift

Written By; A.E.S.

The skies were painted white and black as the gobbets of celestial waters descended into the dawn of night. And on a distance hears the sound of drumming as the ocean rattles; the waves hitting rocks in its fury. My hands stretched reaching for the rail that stands firm atop the seawall, and in its stone-cold presence, the wind penetrates my fragile body as I shiver in loneliness. Alas, there he was... standing at the crossroads where the finest grains of sand meet the inclement waters. He is like the stars that withdraw in the protection of the sky, he too is now cold and far beyond. “Now love is beyond me... You, are beyond my reach.” I sigh; as I walked down the boardwalk and under the roof of an oak gazebo with pictures painted of thorny rose and vine leaves, I seat and look in solicitude. 

I closed my eyes as if to feel that he was still here and then again, the wind blew but it felt calm and surreal.  

“You seemed trouble... What’s the problem?” Alastair said as he seats smiling beside me.  

“I... uhm, I missed you.” I said, as I smile back at him. 

“Well, I missed you more.” A warmth pats my shoulders as the silence grew longer and longer and when I opened my eyes, tears rushing down my face, I smiled. Beside me was my backpack drenched, I decided to open it as if I’m letting the world see me, the real me. Inside it was a memory of ours, smiling and looking at a distant future of us together; just like what I’m doing right now, it's just that there’s a difference because I’m all alone and he’s really not here.  

Last night I dreamed of a dream; a promise spoked about a far-flung reality where I came here once and again and he’ll be here waiting for me. But I grew attached to it that it made a dream become a nightmare. Then I remember when I woke, I was soaked in sweat and now there’s that difference again because it was the rain that bathed me tonight.

And then as I removed two sandwiches; ham spread and vegetables that he liked, I put the picture down with my tumbler being his anchor to my reality as I eat in silence listening to the music of nature a harmonious song that speaks to me, “Let go...”  

The Starry Night, a moderately abstract landscape painting (1889) of an expressive night sky over a small hillside village, one of Dutch artist Vincent van Gogh’s most celebrated works.

Starry Night is an oil-on-canvas painting is dominated by a night sky roiling with chromatic blue swirls, a glowing yellow crescent moon, and stars rendered as radiating orbs. One or two cypress trees, often described as flame-like, tower over the foreground to the left, their dark branches curling and swaying to the movement of the sky that they partly obscure. Amid all this animation, a structured village sits in the distance on the lower right of the canvas. Straight controlled lines make up the small cottages and the slender steeple of a church, which rises as a beacon against rolling blue hills. The glowing yellow squares of the houses suggest the welcoming lights of peaceful homes, creating a calm corner amid the painting’s turbulence.

Van Gogh painted The Starry Night during his 12-month stay at the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole asylum near Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, France, several months after suffering a breakdown in which he severed a part of his own ear with a razor. While at the asylum, he painted during bursts of productivity that alternated with moods of despair. As an artist who preferred working from observation, van Gogh was limited to the subjects that surrounded him—his own likeness, views outside his studio window, and the surrounding countryside that he could visit with a chaperone.

Although van Gogh’s subjects were restricted, his style was not. He experimented with the depiction of various weather conditions and changing the light, often painting the wheat fields nearby under a bright summer sun or dark storm clouds. Van Gogh was also particularly preoccupied with the challenges of painting a night landscape and wrote about it not only to his brother, Theo, but to a fellow painter, Émile Bernard, and to his sister, Willemien. In a letter addressed to the latter, he alleged that night was more colorful than a day and that stars were more than simple white dots on black, instead of appearing yellow, pink, or green. By the time van Gogh arrived at Saint-Rémy, he had already painted a few night scenes, including Starry Night (Rhône)(1888). In that work, stars appear in bursts of yellow against a blue-black sky and compete with both the glowing gas lamps below and their reflection in the Rhône River.

At the asylum, van Gogh observed the night sky from his barred bedroom window and wrote a letter to Theo describing a magnificent view of the morning star very early one morning in the summer of 1889. Because he was not allowed to paint in his bedroom, he painted the scene from memory or possibly drawings and used his imagination for the small village that did not actually exist. Employing the expressive style he had developed during his stay in Paris in 1886–88, he applied the paint directly from the tube onto the canvas, creating thick impasto and intense hues. Ambivalent about working from his imagination, van Gogh eventually regarded the finished Starry Night as a failure, and Theo frankly indicated that the painting favored style over substance.

The painting was one of van Gogh’s late works, as he committed suicide the following year. His artistic career was brief, comprising only 10 years, but it was very productive. He left more than 800 paintings and 700 to 850 drawings to his brother. When the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York City purchased The Starry Night from a private collector in 1941, it was not well known, but it has since become one of van Gogh’s most famous, if not one of the most recognized, works in the art history canon.

Dear Self,

      Oh, how I wish you could see what I see now. I’m getting more matured and life has made me wiser. It’s so much better and nothing in life I thought it will be. Looking back years ago, you are really confused on what course you would like to take in college. But why did you choose it? Nobody forced you to do so. I know it’s your guts and own heart that helps you to take it. You are really thinking of what will you be in the future, and if you choose this kind of course will you become successful? Of course! You will if you work hard. The right course will help you plan for your better purposes. I remember the time when you dreamt of having so much money to help your parents in financial terms and that made you think again of what course will let you become a successful one. I know you’ve been struggling and crying yourself at night thinking that you are not good enough, you are not excelling in everything.

 I see you smile though you are envious of having more achievements in life. Your college years and the course you will going to take will help you find your self-worth. Future self, I see that somewhere between you and me, we have figured it out. I am so thankful that you are taking care of yourself every day, I am so honored to become you. I am going to follow my heart no matter what. Our experiences make us who we really are, I choose to let my dreams and my success define me; I choose to be happy. I spent far too many nights crying because I didn’t know how I get through tomorrow but you will always find a way in everything that you do and you will always say that it was all worth it. I am going to be the person you knew you could be, I will take chances and take big risks in order to become better. Don’t be hard on yourself and choose whatever you want to be as long as it will make you happy. You are absolutely and positively perfect. And most importantly, don’t ever give up. It may be stormy now, but it can’t rain forever. Even when it seems like there is no solution or positive outcome, keep on fighting. Be open on life, and you will be exactly what you want to be.

Love forever,