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FREEDOM!! For now...
Yeah, I did it. No, not that!
Sicko.
I finished studying my European History. That's right... I've managed to slog through my 1-inch-high stack of papers in preparation for tomorrow's exam. The entire damn chronological list of events from 1789 to the 1920s, spanning the French Revolution, The Napoleonic Era, Italian and German Unification, and the sequence of events in agrarian Russian ending in the Bolshevik Revolution and Leninism. In order to complete all this crap, I'd been studying for the past four days from approximately 1p.m. - 6p.m. and 8p.m. to midnight, give or take. That's about 10 hours a day.
40 hours of nothing but History.
And right now, I'll slap anyone who even tries to tell me about how hard Singaporeans work.
I feel strangely better now. I just know that a lot of this information will not pose of much use to me in the long run, and all I want right now is to get at least a C in History. It sometimes doesn't seem fair that I study this much and might end up with anything less than a B grade. But that's the "bastard" factor of 'A' Level History.
As far as I know, it's possible to study your brains out and yet, if you lack the analytical power of a freakin' Cambridge professor, you probably won't get an A. But I could be wrong.
I hope.
On a lighter note, the journal's got a new look! I likes... Oh, and I've been actually getting visitors here and there. I wonder how people find these journals. And it got me thinking.
Most online journals end up being reduced to whinefests. They end up being just diaries and stuff where people can be idiotic and stupid and all teletubby-ish. Of course, there are others that are just normal journals where people talk about their lives. Others become forums for propaganda or humourous anecdotes addressed to anyone who'll listen. But one thing holds true.
Every single person out there who has an online journal is an attention whore.
C'mon, admit it. You love the fact that people are reading about your life. Sure, there's the "vent factor" where you dump your frustrations. There's the fact that you can log entries to be read later on. But the main reason is that you know people read your mental excretions. And for some reason, people are fascinated by reading about other people and the crap they go through.
I bet if this was a sex forum, we'd all be just a bunch of voyeurs and exhibitionists.
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