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It's another complicated semester, but.

This semester is about to end but still, I have no idea of what I've learned for the past 9 weeks. WTF?! It's already hard enough to cope with all the assignments and now there's the CGPA for me to worry about. I have a bad feeling about this semester's results and if possible, prove me wrong please. T.T

Everything is fine with SUKSIS and soon, I'll be a senior. Practical in police stations, here I come. And of course, the pertauliahan where I would be appointed as Inspector KS. But that'll have to wait until the graduation season. XD

Guess what? I already have my own grandchilren at such a young age. Call me grandpa please. =) It's fun hanging out with my family and I appreciate their commitment very much. Love ya all. ^.^ You all gave me the strength to carry on whenever I am F-ed up.


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