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Monday, 14 September 2009

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PROGRAM BIASISWA YANG DI-PERTUAN AGONG TAHUN 2009
JABATAN PERKHIDMATAN AWAM MALAYSIA
Nama Penuh : ADELLE PUSHPARATNAM
Status : TIDAK BERJAYA TEMUDUGA

Terima kasih diucapkan di atas minat saudara/saudari untuk mendapatkan penawaran Biasiswa Yang Di-Pertuan Agong tahun 2009.

Setelah permohonan saudara/saudari diteliti dengan saksama, dimaklumkan bahawa permohonan saudara/saudari tidak dapat dipertimbangkan kerana tidak memenuhi syarat yang ditetapkan untuk permohonan Biasiswa Yang Di-Pertuan Agong 2009.

Sekian, terima kasih.

Bahagian Pembangunan Modal Insan
Jabatan Perkhidmatan Awam Malaysia

WHAT SYARAT DID I NOT PENUHI?
what. the. hell.
fine. if you don't want me i don't want you either.

still. everything happens for a reason.

edit: my mom's reply to the news: "good luck, bad luck, who knows?" yay, mommy! how true.

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Unknown said...: Try meditating on Romans 8:28. It always helps me!; 14 September 2009 at 16:34

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"the greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. no other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

thus possibility seems greater and greater to the self; more and more it becomes possible because nothing becomes actual. eventually everything seems possible, but this is exactly the point at which the abyss swallows up the self. it takes time for each little possibility to become an actuality. eventually, however, the time that should be used for actuality grows shorter and shorter; everything becomes more and more momentary. possibility becomes more and more intensive - but in the sense of possibility, not in the sense of actuality, for the intensive in the sense of actuality means to actualize some of what is possible. the instant something appears to be possible, a new possibility appears, and finally these phantasmagoria follow one another in such rapid succession that it seems as if everything were possible, and this is exactly the final moment, the point at which the individual himself becomes a mirage."

- the sickness unto death, soren kierkegaard

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