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If I'd a fucking gun by then, I'll shoot those useless lecturer down and yell "Where's my fucking class"
Yes, it's my fault for reading the door number wrong but what the fucking hell do you mean by you DON'T KNOW and you can't even BOTHER to help me to check it out and just leave me clueless like this standing outside the examation room.
Went back and fro to check and no one gives me any suggestions let alone solution.
Went up to fifth floor and just barged into some random classroom that happens to take MacroE.
Fortunately, this female lecturer has some brain cells in her brain. After flipping the papers, she told me I'm not in this class and I'm late. Thanks god, I told her "Yes, I'm glad to know that you know I'm late so can you please let me have my exams here, if possible." And she said yes.
So once again, this proves that all the lecturer I'd ask before her are practically poos.
I'd wasted nearly half an hour doing this. I don't even have time to think before I scribble the answers down.
Sigh, lucky it's just a Mid-sem test. BUT KNNNBCB LA.
Tmr's paper at 9am :( bugger.
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I think guys who keeps dairy is sweet.