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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Music: Hatin' On The Club - Rihanna

So I really want to be type of girl that can debate on political issues over teh 'o' ais-es during mamak sessions. The type of girl that has a million and one opinions and solutions for the current economical situation. The type of girl that knows her facts at the tip of her fingers and speaks loudly about them.

But I'm not.

I'm the girl that barely knows anything other than the latest song that's playing on Hitz.fm. That's about all there is to me. I'm generic. I feel so mainstream right now it's utterly revolting.

I don't know what led me to that outspoken thought. I guess just reading so much about the second world war and the Cold War that ensued in preparation for tomorrow's paper at friggin' 8 in the morning has certain amounts of side effects. I'm sure it will just lead to a debacle by 10.

I used to think History was just like word vomit. The night before, you binge on months worth of notes and words, and the next day you just spill them all over that neatly lined white sheet of paper in hopes of getting a perky A circled at the top right hand corner within 2 weeks.

But it's not. Up to now, I don't still don't seem to know what it's about. I can't just spit out whatever I've memorized because my lecturer will just hit me with one word: NARRATION. Critical thinking? What do I have to say about the Soviet Union? Close to nothing.

It bothers me, tremendously because I LOVE history and yet, I can't seem to excel at something I like.


I'll settle for a B+ , if only you'd please be merciful.



I'm getting so tired of wishing for the same damn thing every night.