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No seriously hear me out.

I am talking to myself. I am talking to inanimate objects. I am ticking of questions, debating with solutions and telling entire papers that we “got off on the wrong foot”. It’s rainbowing irrational and I am doing it anyway.

What the butterfly is wrong with me.

I haven’t heard voices yet, but I dunno, they might come soon. The house is empty now and I am talking to the standing fan and my table lamp. I’m telling it to brighten up because I can’t see anything when it’s so dark out. I am telling the wall that no one is listening to me.

I am becoming a crazy person. It seems like the only time I’m really rational is when I write down exactly how irrational I am, hence this. Go figure.

Somebody littlebirdies help me or shoot me.

No idea why, although I could hazard a few guesses.

Probably the fact that I am hardly even efficient right now, and the fact that I have 11 days left.

Eleven. ****

My future is at stake here. Nothing much could possibly have a greater significance than that.

Eleven going on Ten

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And the walls still look like they’re closing in around me.

Just for the sake of geeking out this post. Karmic Koala is out.

Argh the Oxford Physics Test is another $90. This is getting expensive. Good thing I’m not applying to the US as well. Imagine the cost of that.

I’m not sure if I am supposed to reproduce this but, oh well I need some confirmation so here goes.

Last question of the math section of the 2008 test:

My solution was:
9√3 : 8π(3+2√3)

Anybody care to verify?

Today I have decided to try out the Ang Mo Kio public library. Not a bad choice, considering that it opens an hour earlier and is nearer to my home than the library@esplanade. Nice rather quaint space, plus the tables and mighty large i.e. nobody is gonna bother you with overflowing stuff. Wheee here’s to a productive day ahead!

I truly am the most inefficient studier when I am studying at home. If i’m not poised t the keyboard, I’m dozing off on my bed. It is simply impossible for me to get any productive work done for some obscure reason or another.

Yet, when I resolve to get out of the house to be productive for once, I am always alone. It’s a toss up between loneliness and failing all my papers, but neither options is entirely enticing.

Come on, there has to be someone I know who isin’t busy and prefers studying outdoors to the terrible, terrible environment of a bedroom.