no dont.. don't tell the japanese that they can do this themselves!

reason for devastation

the the phone call you'll never answer
the council forever ignored
I'm the voice drowned by the torrent
the pillar you'll never lean on

but still I'll stay here
till its dusty, rusty forgotten
my number's unchanged in the ages to come
so you may find me if you remember

unchanged you'll find me
open arms you'll see
a familiar attitude to greet you
watching over, always be

but I'm the signpost you'll never read
the heater, just flip on the switch!
the confiding stuffed toy stowed away in the box
I would've been
if
you let me.

today? a year ago, trembling.. then burning with madness then raging within then upstart and defiant then broken now humbled.
I still have nightmares you know? sleeping and feeling as though my results were still waiting, an impending doom beckoning me.
then I wake... and at the vulnerable moment confessing once again that magical day. why do I feel so detatched with my results?
this I see, is one purpose of studying. then perhaps I'd think it appropriate, perhaps it'd be comfortable. numbing you mean? indeed, numbing.
is that any better then?
is comfort any better than this sense of unreconciliation? afraid not.
I feel pain and feel alive. I like the feeling of feeling every painful murmur tick by grasping every passing second.
the pain reminds me that I had been wrong. been wrong to forge a complicated mind in bid to preserve my intellect. as I failed and faltered throughout those 2 painful (and yet cheerful) years... from where I am today I see that there is nothing I could have done to change any of that.
1 year ago, it was a complete miracle. the unease was my undeserve warring with my pride. only glad that today I still stand in perpetual awe, not of myself, of God.

I didn't understand that sooner. the whole weight of my results came down on me. it isn't only about how well you scored, but also how you take the reality in. if you did well, praise the Lord. if you don't, praise the Lord! How shall your results affect the way you see God? Why shall one case be easy and the other case trying?

Sort it all out. Do not offer Him lip-service.
indeed, do not stay in school to talk trash nor seek comfort in the words of your friends. if you received your results with trembling hands and an unsound heart today. waste no time, go home to a quiet place and there, comtemplate upon the Lord and.. listen.
no excuses no nothing. Just you and God alone.

"my yolk is easy..."

today? a year ago, trembling.. then burning with madness then raging within then upstart and defiant then broken now humbled.
I still have nightmares you know? sleeping and feeling as though my results were still waiting, an impending doom beckoning me.
then I wake... and at the vulnerable moment confessing once again that magical day. why do I feel so detatched with my results?
this I see, is one purpose of studying. then perhaps I'd think it appropriate, perhaps it'd be comfortable. numbing you mean? indeed, numbing.
is that any better then?
is comfort any better than this sense of unreconciliation? afraid not.
I feel pain and feel alive. I like the feeling of remembering every painful murmur tick by as I grasp every passing second.
the pain reminds me that I had been wrong. been wrong to forge a complicated mind in bid to preserve my intellect. as I failed and faltered throughout those 2 painful (and yet cheerful) years... from where I am today I see that there was nothing I could have done to change any of that.
1 year ago, it was a complete miracle. the unease was my undeserve warring with my pride. only glad that today I still stand in perpetual awe, not of myself, of God.

I didn't understand that sooner. the whole weight of my results came down on me. it isn't only about how well you scored, but also how you take the reality in. if you did well, praise the Lord. if you don't, praise the Lord! How shall your results affect the way you see God? Why shall one case be easy and the other case trying?

Sort it all out. Do not offer Him lip-service.
indeed, do not stay in school to talk trash nor seek comfort in the words of your friends. if you received your results with trembling hands and an unsound heart today. waste no time, go home to a quiet place and there, comtemplate upon the Lord and.. listen.
no excuses no nothing. Just you and God alone.

"my yolk is easy..."