Fourth war, Ceasar lose again.

Blank and empty, I'm quite upset of what I've seen just now, my result, and it's still the same old number. I still can't accept the result, I deserve more than this. I already give my best. Seriously, I already give it all.

"Maybe you should work harder next semester?"
"Sem depan ada lagi."
"Ok lah tu"

Stabbing phrases. Last semester is the hardest, if i go harder, I'll end up at mental clinic. Reducing my 2 hours sleep to an hour of sleep is impossible. Now i blamed "luck".