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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... Must...be...fair...to...students...nnnggggggggggghhh!!!

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

P/s: A..A...A:) huhu..
May 2, 2008 at 2:31 AM
aReLaNg said…
We wAnT 'A'..
;)
May 2, 2008 at 2:40 AM
azie said…
sir,
i sincerely do not want to influence ur judgement. but there's no harm in giving us an A or A+ right?hikhikhik
May 2, 2008 at 3:17 AM
Abdullah said…
MUUUUUUAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
(Evil laughter a que to what's going on in my mind)
May 2, 2008 at 3:52 AM
azie said…
sir,
don't turn into monster..pleaseeee..i beg u...
May 2, 2008 at 5:19 AM
A t i Q a h said…
Err..my 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...
May 2, 2008 at 6:27 AM
missyizzati said…
amin...

sir,u dun have to stressed urself..just give us A..wouldn't that be easier?
May 4, 2008 at 1:46 AM
Abdullah said…
Ijat,

You wish... ;p
May 4, 2008 at 2:55 AM
missyizzati said…
sir,
i reaaaallly wish that wish..ahaks
May 4, 2008 at 5:13 AM
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