Finally, I completed my A Math. Maybe this is my own thought or probably I'm not the only one (rather obvious) but I detest Math. Same argument I put up against those who love it 'ttm' - I do not see how I would apply indices in writing.
If you tell me by doing math I'm strengthening my brain cells and their bonds then maybe I could concur. But this is not a strengthening exercise but is way beyond that - it's a straining exercise that seems to tire me more than make me smarter. I'm not saying that I'm actually become more sotong than I'm already am.
All I'm saying is, maybe I'm not put up to be where I am, with piling homework stacks. With the unmentioned need to revise everything you learnt in the week, by the week. I'm not that kind of person - if I don't get it, I don't get it. I could try but it could take me hours.
I guess parents always told you to be the best and never told you what happens when you are - other than getting riches. They hardly mentioned the stress.
Shouldn't be here. Should be in bed. And on that note, thanks Auntie for staying up till 2.30AM with me. :D
The weather's been rather wet and damp lately - and holla at the clouds, it has dampened my runs.