Overload

I feel super overload now. Had buffet dinner with my parents at err, science center. And no, there were no benzene rings nor Kepler's law of honey stars, (actually we were near snow city think, but it was not cold at all!). It was a buffet where there is racial harmony amongst food. Sushi, nasi lemak, shark fin, Thai tofu, and all sorts of different types. Quite a myriad. And then as a finisher I had four scoops of ice cream. Slurps.

Now I feel too full to do anything. And I studied a bit today and I tried not to get poisoned in the Poisson distribution.

I'm craving for a very holidayeesque life. Extravagance in time is something I've wished for. But right now, even under the effect of holidays, academics still plague the world. Perhaps there is actually rather significant joy in studying just as in eating a piece of beef steak or whatsoever, but studying is more like gorging yourself with satay plus beef plus sushi plus shark fin plus lor mai kai which I just did an hour ago. Now I feel so full and nauseas that I can barely stand. I can't believe I made a resolution about a day ago to get fitter.

I feel guilty for relaxing too much, that I feel satisfied that it is the first small tiny (but insignificant) step to academic excellence. Guilt, is such a great driving force, ain't it.

Why when I visit other people's blog, I see frequent tags. But my tag board is like some stagnant one. (don't worry, there are NO mosquitoes). So if you pass by, please remember to tag. Seems like people are too busy reading what I've written.

The next two weeks, let's say if I don't study I'm totally dead. There's a small chance of survival if I try to study something. I won't do well, but I think I can do the way I've been always doing-just enough to get by.

I hope this theory applies-anything in excess in unhealthy, and moderation is the key to success. Oh well, I don't need an excess of marks either.