i hate to study, memorise words and words and more words. especially if they come in a whole string of them, known as theories and definitions. i would turn them into chicken rice or spaghetti or alphabet soups if i could, and just eat them all.

but life isn't that easy. if it were, einstein would have been a totally fat bloke, and you will be able to tell a person's knowledge by how big a size he is. that is, assuming uniform metabolic rate among all peoples.

and as you can see, i am avoiding studying right now by posting this entry, when i have just posted one a few hours ago.

i am sick, you see, and i have just eaten a drowsy medicine. i should be heavy-headed (or light-headed, can't tell which, i'll just be woozy) in a moment now. and i can't study when i'm woozy, can i. of course i can't. it's already hard to concentrate as it is, the words just keep bouncing off my head as it tries to enter, my eyes are painful for some reason, and i have a dripping tap in my left nostril i can't seem to turn off.

but i shall finish my slides on confucianism, like a good girl, because i foresee that the guilt would be too much to bear, tomorrow, when i am wide awake (hopefully) and find how far behind i had gotten because of my dear friend Sloth and its accomplice, Flu.