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2011 was so disastrous. The worst part: all my mistakes were careless. So many mistakes, and I kind of gave up the last 30 min instead of checking. Regrets all the time.

Crazy month up ahead. Tests, assignments, assessments, exams. Can't afford to be distracted right now. It's quite sad how badly I need to improve my grades. Hahaha. And here I am just because I don't want to start webcasting or studying for German.

Copying has become so part and parcel of Uni life, I came to accept it. That, someone can just score full marks without even having studying for it. Today though, the Professor merrily went up to people whom he caught/saw talking/cheating and marked their scripts. Uh-oh. Uh-oh and hahaha. haha.

My brother's been in China for 1 + week already. The house is so peaceful without him creating a ruckus all the time. He's been calling home every night, and last night he told my mom he had diarrhoea and fever. I'm suppossed to be worried right? Am not. Some people need to man up. He's one of them.

Good karma begets good karma.
Peace.

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