Really, this month of January often comes as the good and the bad month altogether. First, because it is my month of birth. Second, because it was the day when the first semester ends and it makes a bad month... because somehow... my grades are... failing.

Insert curse here.

I failed one class, and one class I thought I'd be able to pass. *sighs* I suppose I was so confident that I overlook many things I should be able to make me pass. Foolish me. How true that the word arrogance will be my downfall?

However, despite my disappointment and sadness of failing a class and low grades, I'm terribly calm and relaxed. If not detached, mind you. I can get over it easily, but I can't tell my parents about it.

I have been putting off the day when I must tell my parents eventually. The first one to know was my mother, and surprisingly, not as bad as I thought it would be. An angry look and a short lecture in my room then I was left with my own devices. Then... the one that I dreaded, telling my father... my mother pressed me to deliver the news by myself but I didn't have the courage so in the end, it was my mother who told him. I was prepared to get a long winding lecture and a pretty threatening look from my father but... I guess, my luck hasn't run out.

CSI was currently running. XDD

So the attention was pretty much divided between me and the TV series. Yay, thank you CSI~!! XDDD It's funny that I was saved by a TV series.

Yeah, I'm pretty much doing lots of watching TV series lately, all CSI franchise, NCIS, Grey's Anatomy, Numb3rs... Anything I can lay my hands on. I swear my eyes will be needing an aid of eyeglasses XP

Muse... has gone over the roof. No muse for my fanfics.. unless it's related to the TV series I've been watching since... forever? :D Great. Sorry guys. I'm truly sorry....