R.I.P.
on my first day in school, my lecturer (jolly eddie) asked me why i was there... my plain reply was... i don't want to die an a-level graduate... i mean, i had all the chances in the world to pursue a degree so why not do it...
with that kind of mentality, i went on a four year long journey... a four year long paper chase... there were ups and loads of downs but in retrospect, a satisfying race...
i received my final set of results... greeted them with mixed feelings... was almost spot on for my grade predictions... i graduate with second lower... not what i would have wanted but hey, that will do!
so... HERE LIES EDWIN: DEAD BUT HEY HE'S A BLOODY GRADUATE...
ps: dad's damn happy though cos he now has boosting rights that a chicken rice seller has singlehandedly raised three children and two of them are graduates... just don't get him started about our incomes... he may never stop... haha