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dear Lord, thank you for today, in spite of failing my driving test. Lord, im still grateful for every single thing today. perhaps if i hadnt failed it, i wouldnt realise what a prideful person i still am inside. i wouldnt have been humbled like i was. i wouldnt think twice about the consequences of reckless driving. and wouldnt have realised that there's still much in me that needs changing.
i wouldnt remember the feeling of disappointment or the weary feelings after i have cried; after all, failures and all seem like a distant blurred memory now that i have merely been enjoying my extended break that i have grown so comfortable with. it wouldnt have dawned upon me that im fallible and very, very vulnerable. i wouldnt realise that my tears can hurt the people around me. and most importantly, i wouldnt have realise what a loving family i am blessed with, and how much i really do love them.
thank you for reassuring words from daddy, mummy and yes, i know gabriel tried as well:) thank you for a lunch treat from dad that made me feel alot happier after that. (i hereby proved my theory that carbo really does make people a lot contented and happier.) thank you for a karoke session with people i can simply be myself. i have a voice capable of inducing all sorts of winces on anyone's face but at least no one said anything today--yes i felt a lot better after that. thank you for the wonderful musical. shanghai blues wasnt the best, but was still great really--nothing beats sharing songs and laughter with those you love. and yes.thank you for nags from mum, reminding me it's time for bed:)--going to sleep soon mum!

sorry i made such a big fuss about failing. today really wasnt that bad a day after all. thank you for making all things beautiful in your time. im still upset Lord that i failed to live up to my expectations but i know now Lord that it's all part of your plan for me. help me remember what really matters to me and you.

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