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It's finally, finally, finally over. And honestly? I am so damn glad it's over. I mean I'm glad my finals is over. But the part about my diploma programme being over too, well, not that glad, but still glad in a way.

Moral exam was yesterday, which wasn't bad thankfully. I think I managed pretty okay. The only question that I think, okay maybe not think but am sure that I did, crapped about, was the question on why some people supported abortion and what did I think about it. I had only an hour left for the last two questions, or rather four if you were to count that each question had two sub questions within, and I knew I had to meet the requirement of answering 5 questions out of seven. I could have just skipped the last sub for the final question,but I decided that the marks aren't worth losing. It would be better to make a crap out of this question if it means it will earn me time to work on the other question's subs, which I was pretty confident in answering. And at least with the little bit of crapping, instead of nothing, maybe it could earn me at least a mark or two. I'm sure I made some sense with the crapping. Lol.

Econs on the other hand, I think there's something wrong with me while I was doing the exam. I was surprisingly, very calm. Very calm. That's not exactly a good omen when it comes to me and exams. I would at panic a little, or get a little frustrated, confused, or some sort of reaction, but never calm. But I was today. Either I screwed up so bad that I have no idea of what I'm doing, or I knew exactly what I was doing that I knew my answers were right. But I think I did pretty okay, I mean, Section 2 of short answers...woah, really short answers. The first time ever in my college life that when a lecturer had said short-answer questions for the exam, he had really meant short-answers. My answers were mostly a single sentence for the first three questions. At first I thought maybe I did something wrong but after asking my friends after the exam, I found out they all had the same short single sentence answers too. Weird.

Tomorrow morning at 2am is the match of the year. Barcelona and Arsenal, contending for the one and only, prestigious and most coveted title, the Champions of European Football. Big match, trust me. Barcelona is a hell of a team, I've watched them in action and frankly, it's not going to be a smooth sailing trip for Arsenal at all. However, we are not that bad either. Managing a clean sheet for the last 10 games and beating R.Madrid along with Juventus, well, that means something. Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure Arsenal will be giving it their all and fight to the very last...until the final whistle is blown. As long as they play better than their previous away match against Villareal which was a total...well, let's just say they were harboring on the borderline of giving up the winning ticket to Paris later tonight. And until the final whistle is blown, I will be glued to the tv, screaming my lungs out with full support for the guys. This is one dream that needs to come true and maybe, it will.