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Marking Mayhem

Here it is ladies and gentlemen.. the motherload...
Muuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaahahahahahahahaha!!! The power at my fingertips... The ability to give As and Bs at a moment's glance without looking back! The power is indeed intoxicating... must fight... must... resist... beware the dark side...!!!

Whew... I beat the dark side this time... but for how long?... jeng jeng jeng...

Let's burn the midnight oil baby... we got a lot of work to do...


Princess Liyana said…
Sir, sorry for the bad handwriting:p
Hope you can read it..:)

P/s: A..A...A:) huhu..
aReLaNg said…
We wAnT 'A'..
azie said…
i sincerely do not want to influence ur judgement. but there's no harm in giving us an A or A+ right?hikhikhik
Abdullah said…
(Evil laughter a que to what's going on in my mind)
azie said…
don't turn into monster..pleaseeee..i beg u...
A t i Q a h said… ustazah said, if u want to get A..umm..u have to pray, so that the teacher would be soft-hearted.
So, o God, please soften my lecturer's heart. aminnnn...
missyizzati said…

sir,u dun have to stressed urself..just give us A..wouldn't that be easier?
Abdullah said…

You wish... ;p
missyizzati said…
i reaaaallly wish that wish..ahaks

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