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*hehe*
This is what we call the MedicoPak.

Lucy’s MedicoPak made by Anna.

Quite a good idea as favours for people who are in the medical line and I wonder if the company who supplies the foil+containers would think of diversifying.

Geoff helped me get this from the “Cherry Lady” from Greenmeadows for $10.

Yum!

I miss those fresh, juicy ones from M&S back in UK.

These are not too bad but they are a tad bit soft and a bit more expensive (dollar-to-dollar comparison, of course)

Today we got our door painted (door leading to the upper floor).
I blame that on deciding what’s for lunch.

KFC.

I just realised if I don’t pass my assessment, I am also wrecking my plans for going home in April/May because the resit is at that time. I may not be able to go back for MC’s wedding or Su’s birthday.

GREAT!

So a lot of things depend on my result – which will be out any time after 9th December.

I believe in miracles.
I believe they do happen, when our Father gives it a nod of approval (He’s a loving Father but He’s not a pushover)

Anne asked to fast and pray.

My choice?
I’m fasting blogging (I know this may not seem like a big deal since I’m not blogging as often now but this fast also covers reading blogs), Facebook (no more looking at pictures and playing Twirl) and personal emails (*haha!* no need to reply anyone’s mail! Best excuse. )
Oh. No MSN/Skype.

Basically my fast covers the internet. This is basically one thing I have not gone without so far – whether it’s checking weather, checking mails, window-online-shopping and other time-wasting stuff.

This is serious.
I need a miracle to pass my assessment.
I start my fast tomorrow.

If you read this, if you can fit it in…please keep me in your prayer list, too.
I hope to be able to declare God’s miracle here in December.

In the mean time, I don’t mind being contacted by snail mail.
Address can be obtained from JoFo, Jocelyn, Hazel, Sze-Mien, Surt.

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.