Oh my...Damn! All the damn damn damn pressure

Personally, being the youngest addition to a relatively big but not so close-knitted family has its flip-side. As I had realized it today.
My grandma just had her operation today and if all goes well, provided my aunt doesn't take her on another expedition around her condo, I am pretty sure she could throw those crutches aside by New Year.
Back to the topic.
My cousin. Yes, it's always about him. Damn. He was having this conversation with my mum, inquiring about my L1R5 this year. And do you know what he said?
"Oh, ah ya. Ah Yang will do well de la. I reckon that he would at the most get a 10 or perhaps an 11" he said in a as a matter of fact tone.
My mum just stood there like a penguin and smiled like a parrot.
I, thank god, was not there and thus only knew of this uneventful conversation though my mum.
This was his reasoning.
English!
Oh, since I come from an English-speaking family, it's only natural and fool-proof that I should "excel" in this tongue. My, what the hell is going through your head?? Hey! Just because I use English as my medium of speak doesn't mean that I can speak and write and comprehend fluently as that of Henry Higgins!
Chinese!
There was a slight draw-back in his tone about this. Apparently, one who speaks the language of the British can't speak that well the tongue of the yellow skin. I agree. But, he added this. I think you should, at the worse, score an A2. Go jump into well for crying out loud.
Math!
"Just do and do and do the assessment books until you can even dream of the formulas in slumberland!" he says, showing me that toothy smile of his. Give me a broom and I will seriously enjoy bashing that shiny whites.
Science!
"I do nanotechnology now an the UNI. Physics is important, so are the other sciences like chemistry." he said. I know. I know. I know. But you seriously can't expect me to score an A2 for each.

He failed to mention humanities though and trust me, you won't want to know my track-record. Frankly, with the numbers that I'm getting in that report card, I am pretty surprised that I could get myeslf into an A class. The irony of things; now getting into 4A seems like such a big and important issue to me now. I dare not even look at tests papers now.
I fumble at the easiest questions in chemistry. I tear my hair out trying to remember and decipher what the hell the stupid diagram in that damn phyics paper is trying to tell me. I swear that I cussed at Newton and all those damn physics scientists while I was doing the paper. I spent hours remembering facts about biology and only get a miserable B4. The only thing is math; but I shan't dwell on it that long for the fear of tempting fate into doing me in next year.
Yes.
It's a very very important year next year.
I only wish that in 2008, I can see my cousins and aunts and uncles without shame.
Be a doctor!
Get into VJ
Come on, that only happen to geniuses and you know who they are or rather, who you are.
He said that getting a 10 shouldn't pose much of an issue. I say that I rather crack the last brick of the great wall than to struggle to get a 10.
Pressure.
Someone just get a revolver and put a bullet through that empty brain of mine to relieve me of this shit that I'm in.
Help me.