La la land

After one day of doing Math.

I suggest

p(x<45)=1

still holds true.

SHIT.

I finally hit saturation point. Actually, my butt hit it's maximum strain capacity first.

The school called me today, warning me about my horrible CIP record of six hours, (contrast with the average 50 plus hours). I have to harvest another 9 hours to get something decent. The teacher explained that to me and somehow I managed to borrow 9 hours. She keys the hours in for me, and after prelims I will go back to school and do admin work. Crap! But it beats doing gardening for 3 hours. Mr Lee almost got me to do gardening, I wanted to. But I was wearing a pants without a button at that time (came out somehow), and I could never afford 8 hours. He was generous, he offered to double my hours. But seriously, I have many other stuff to do than CIP.

My school hall was hogged by a class, (apparently isolated for some unknown reason). And I don't feel like going to school anymore if I can't play piano during breaks. Shit.

I don't like math. I have technical difficulties in math. I have horrible mathematical dexterity. Yet I am faced with a Hobson's choice. I am not going to let myself get slaughtered. Level up! I can see it, it's only a few million EXP till the next level. Crap.

I think somehow the more artistic you become, the more horrible you get at Math. To prove my conjecture, I assume Wen Pu is true and yes, indeed, my conjecture holds true.

I used to think maybe I was naturally good at math. I had some common sense I guess. But no matter how logical you can think, if you can't get from Point A to Point B on the foolscap paper unscathed ( no careless mistakes ), chances are you're not going to get much marks. Enough said. Shit, shit shit. P(X<45)=1. Die math.