Apparently, I saw the date wrongly and my first paper is today instead of tomorrow. so. Well, whatever. It’s a bummer but it’s not like all hope is lost.
All I have to do,
is just acing the remaining two papers.
And since the GPA required to take that extra module is 3.0 instead of 3.5(that I originally thought), I guess I should be able to scrap through somehow without too much trouble. Yeah it’s a waste I know. It sucks. But meh. It’s not the first bad thing that ever happened and it’s not the worst either. (still, this leaves a really bad after taste)
I better start figuring out how to do all the math questions before I get screwed over on thursday.
SERIOUSLY WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE WEATHER!
The fan is blowing at my face and yet I still feel the heat. Sigh. I want to migrate to some cooler country.
(yes, the same image that I posted last october)
Results are out, and I basically fucked myself. Over and over again. Sigh.
Rather disappointed in myself. And another rude awakening call in my face. I don’t know man. This is rather saddening. Though I have confidence that I’ll do better next semester cause it’s finally the topics that I like and are rather familiar with.
I swear I’ll get all my As next semester.
MARK MY WORDS.
Yes, I’m chinese. But I don’t get the whole celebration. It doesn’t make sense, and it’s not very relevant. Except for that Ang Bao that makes A LOT of sense and is VERY relevant to me.
Either way. I spent almost the whole day cleaning, courtesy of my mum. And.. It pretty much sucked.
Not the cleaning, that’s okay to me. But the CONSTANT nagging, on and on, for the past… Well, seeing that I woke up at about 10, so about the past 14 hours. It’s just the non stop droning while you’re just doing your thing. Constantly repeating the things that’s not done but not saying about what needs to be done or how you’ll go about doing it.
So yes I’m DEFINITELY not in the best of mood right now.
Let’s hope that Ang Bao changes it.
If you’re going to ask me for a favour. Do it properly.
I don’t give a fuck if you’re computer dies.
Heck, I don’t give a fuck if your mum dies.
So yes, do it nicely or just fucking call your manufacturer.
Sometimes, it feels like life is repeating itself.