Funny how when we were younger, our parents stressed us so hard to get that elusive A (85 marks, I still remember). As we grew older, the marks you needed to attain to get an A grew lower (75 marks in secondary school and possibly JC). Now, in uni, the A seems like something so impossible to get. At least for me.

When I told my mum about me not feeling confident about this semester's performance, she told me to do my best. That's all that matters. She also added that there was more to life than results, further citing my brother and how he studies less, is still doing reasonably okay and is enjoying life much more than me. Funny how my parents never had this "as long as you do your best" mentality back when I was younger. Maybe it was their way of pushing me and now that I'm older, they trust me more to be disciplined and to motivate myself?

I seriously hope to simply survive the next 5 weeks. I'm not asking for much. I know I won't be able to do much too. Disappointments have been aplenty this semester. Especially for that one module I am supposed to be acing but sadly am not. (How is it possible that I have 16 6's, 13 5's and one 4, and only get a B+?! In what whacked up universe does this happen? I should have add/dropped to Janice's class. Even if it means not meeting my eyecandy at all.)

I'm praying for some divine intervention. I need something to help pull up Tax and Accounting. IT doesn't seem to be answering my call either. Comms, my old friend, please help me will you?