With Christ in the vessel, I can smile at the storm.

It was a 1hr and 45mins one. I made a short prayer before I started telling God that I just want Him to take care of my problems like how He took care of the birds in the air. I was pretty confident when I lifted up my pen and started writing. I thought I could have done Mr Fauzi proud. In an assured manner, I handed up my paper, hoping to at least get an A2 for it. But now I think I have screwed it all up.

My heart just shattered deep inside, it shows how much truth hurts.
I don't want to dwell in it.