*sigh*

I know I can ask.
I know I can pray for a miracle.

Then the physical mind kicks in going, “Wah! You not paiseh to ask some more especially when you were the one who didn’t do well? And you could’ve actually done what you thought you wanted to do?”

I’m not happy with the assessment.
It didn’t even cross my mind that I can call the patient back, as long as I am still within my allocated time (trust me, I had more than enough time when I found out what I missed out) – so I let it be.

I didn’t do well in my interview.
I didn’t seem to understand their questions.
In a weird way, it felt like they were speaking in a foreign language that I have just learnt or something (there were speaking English – it was my mind playing tricks on poor ‘ol me)

When everything finished, the only thing I could think of is that I may have to go through the assessment again – I really don’t want to.
If I do get through (any sane person would want to get through the first time around, right?), it is truly a miracle blessing from God. I am not able to claim that any part of it was my own work.

And of course, I would want Your blessing.