And then we have the inquisitive kids, born into the nature of curiosity with questions bombarding their mind and like ammunition it gets ready to be fired at teachers and seniors. So you tell them that our heart pumps blood to other parts of our cells for respiration, and they respond with an innocent "How?", the unifying whine that leaves your eardrums suffering from a vibrating sensation. You painstakingly draw cartoons and comics to illustrate the not-so-complex comprehension of how the heart pumps blood, excluding important facts like it being a double-circulation or the heart having four separate chambers. And when you are satisfied with your explanation, the children unexpectedly are not and they yearn for more knowledge, with questions that eventually uncover the loopholes or misrepresented information which you incorrectly presented to them--and then your image of a brainiac just got flushed down the drain.

I need a pacemaker, a node to generate electrical impulses and give me the motivation to kick my lazy ass and convert this slothfulness to meticulousness and conscientiously studying for the exams. But that's never gonna happen. Either that, or my pacemaker just takes too long for its diastole, perhaps a whole lifetime, and by the time systole decides to pay a visit, it'll be at my funeral...

I look around me and there are far too many people willing to study. I look at the mirror and I just wonder: is it just me being a mull, too stubborn to accept the importance of foundational education or am I just lost in a world of studious scholars, hidden from the rest of those being yearning for freedom and salvation, to hook away from the suicidal texts and gory books...

I should probably stop daydreaming and go back to more realistic stuff (even though they may not prove useful...)

Sighz, farewell--AH DIASTOLE, or was it systol.... nvm :S