texas.

Surfacing partially from the deep, mathematics revision has proceeded at pace for the past couple of days (Week?). It gets especially frustrating (and amusing, and interesting at the same time) when the textbook and wolfram contradict MF15 and wikipedia; though the fault should (as most issues in math tend to be,) lying with the student.

Physics SPA today (yesterday, actually)

Chemistry SPA thursday.

Today is Wednesday, in effect super-slack day, if you think that chemistry isnt stressful found complete in a absolute lack of understanding.

Chemistry revision is due to start next week;

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Stuff to do tomorrow:

1) Settle CDC stuff for PW

2) Settle Teacher's Day stuff

3) Finish up current chapter, binomial and then sequences, series and summations. The general office should be a conducive place for study.

4) Fix bicycle gear shifter issues again. clicking and clacking gets annoying and inefficient.

5) I can't remember

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well, tommorow is monday and now is Sunday night.

school starts tomorrow, again.

meeting DM in the morning at lt2, after morning assembly with jeffry.

hope all goes well.

It's kind of like sunnyroad, though i don't really know what that is

It was a poorly lit room, light source from ceiling (high high shadowed ceiling). walls were kind of shadowy and grey-greenish. room was roughly 2.5 metres wide where viewpoint was. narrowing to the right, and widening to the left. it seemed to be a roughly triangular room. the door was on the wall behind the viewpoint. there were wooden benches, and tables. and some canvases propped against the opposite wall, atop some chairs or easels. there were about 4-5 people in the room, not counting the viewer. most were nameless shadows. three frames of canvas? were in a group across. they were black (is there black canvas?) measuring roughly 60cm square, with faint white ghostly markings on them, suggesting a large hand imprint. the viewpoint turns; and asks a girl sitting in the bench to the right, if they were paintings or just black-colored canvas pieces which happened to be dirty. she seemed rather bored. ponytail, no spectacles, she replied saying that she didnt really know. the viewpoint takes a step forward, an arm stretches out, and touches the edge of the canvas. it feels unpainted.

Findings are inconclusive.

saturdays.

It is the kind of strange feeling when you find yourself sitting in a dreamscape, all white and boundless stretching from end to end. No horizon, no floor, no sky, just there. It is in this "there-ness" where you hear a slight whisper of the wind and a quiet voice speak slowly to you from somewhere behind. You can't see him, but for the lightest of touches from the wind on your shoulders and in the small of your back; the slight cracking of his voice, you are all alone.

4:05 am, the first rain start :)

On the three dimensions/axis of understanding somebody (i.e. the human persona)

the midnight train chugs through the deep dark night.

he tires.

time check 0551;

clean is go, whites are go, bags are almost go, papers are go.

todays:

-Champs

-Maths tutorial Integration 3

-Chem Tutorial SPA go thru, assignment

-Physics Tutorial Oscillations

-Assembly

Worklist is go, kit is go, toolset is go, ant killing (6-8 in 4 hours) is go, bicycle appears to be a go.

where are my keys?

0554, off to school

due to a number of reasons, nights tend to be mostly annoying affairs.

1) Night time is the time when the BBC runs it's "world have your say" programme, which brings up issues (i.e. disasters and such) and people phone in to discuss.

- It makes one wonder about stuff and think of solutions

2) Night time is the time when ideas tend to strike, and they just sit there and stew. It is not known why similar ideas do not strike/sustain in the daytime.

- The mind runs over and over the idea, tearing it apart at the conceptual level, blowing it up to application, by the time it reaches a state where it is developed enough to write out, the person mysteriously falls asleep.

3) Night time is the time when it's cooling (it isn't actually, but relative to the day, it is) , and quiet

- This means it is more conducive for thinking and work. (refer 1 and 2)

4) In spite of all the above, night time is the time that you are expected to sleep.

- Why sleep at such a productive time?

or rather, why can't this productive time occur in the daytime like for so many other people?

i should move to another timezone. and a cooler clime.

rainy morning. (good)

pancake's made as pancake is made

pancake become prata not? (not good)

EOM isn't so bad after all!

barring the fact that it is 3am of course...

Somewhat like a badly constructed nightmare, life grinds on

rather slowly, resulting in a evident lack of "happy" in life at

present. kinda sucky.

"Make happy in the absence of it"

Hot (relatively) and humid. That is what you get when there is a gigantic cloud hanging over Lakeside. A similarly large layer of cloud hung over here last night - resulting in the epic rain of this morning.

Woke at 430, saw the epic rain. Laughed, adjusted windows a touch and abandoned plans for random morning activities.

530 woke again, rain was even more epic. Opened window all the way for the sheer strange joy of it. Slept.

I cannot remember when I woke again.

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I therefore predict epic rain tomorrow morning. Or at least a drizzle at round 430 or 530 or some similarly random timing. Which kind of spells bad news for the rider. Which means walking to school becomes a possibility. Mildly happpy thought.

Only problem is, I'd have to wake early. Which would be a challenge, given that it is 143 in the morning already.

Go away, Monday.