Dear Diary,
I've sudddenly realised that had I been more serioous about my work, I would not have been so free, talking to you now and then yet still have the time to slack around aimlessly. Just screw up 2 projects worth 25% of my final grade. Really @£$%^ liao. Siao liao think I might have to be retained and pay liquidated damages to SAF liao. Siao liao!
Anyway, I think I had finally started to really mug, and I mean start. Progress had been slow, but it is certainly better than nothing. Guess I had only been ghosting around the LT all the time, well I guess if you had been to uni lectures before, you would certainly understand how boring those demented PhD holders can get actually get. They just keep on droning on and on, drowning you into an abyss of knowledge which you have no idea what it is. You keep screaming and yelling yet no one heeds your calls. You choke, you suffocate, no amount of CPR can save you now. But you never stop struggling. Giving up was never an option anyway. Slowly and slowly, twilight is near, you heaved a sigh of relief as the One, whoever he is, embraces you. Welcome to the bachelors club.
You take your Bachelor of Engineering degree, leave the stage, welcome to the real world.