To Be Honest.

Hyes.

Look, I'm writing with proper caps again! This is due to me being extremely depressed. You'll know why.

To be honest, yes, I'm being fucking blatant here; I hate politics.

And yes, I resent it so much, I'm taking Political Science as my minor. All right let's say it together, 'What the fu-". What's worst is, if I am ever given a second chance to pick between Political Science and Advertising, I will still stick to my initial decision, politics.

Yup, here we go again. "What the fuuuu-"

Let's think of it this way. I'm trying (still trying) to convince myself to look at the larger picture. As a future journalist, politics is like the basic knowledge I should well-equip myself with. Imagine. Just imagine this petite girl with dishevelled hair, looking like she has not slept for three days straight because of K-Dramas, chasing after an important-looking politician (pun totally intended) and catching up, shoves the mic at the politician's face and stutters,

"W-What.... kind of shampoo do you....use?"

...And three years later I'm still jobless.

Horrific future predictions aside, all I'm saying is I agree to disagree. Okay honestly I don't know how did that come out... I just wanted to sound smart o____o ...Anyways, before I made up my mind to take Political Science as my minor subject, a couple of friends and I went to consult a few lecturers/tutors. Actually, I was more inclined to choose the subject that would not bore me to death, we know which one is it, until a Journalism teacher of mine reminded us the importance of having basics political knowledge, again, as a future journalist.

That day, I went home and had a battle with my inner rebellion. My heart was saying, "You know nuts about politics! You couldn't even differentiate between PKR and PR!" while my head was saying, "You know you'd love Advertising but it's a huge risk to take since the subject is too assignment-based!" First, let's pretend you did not read about that PR-PKR thing. Second, I am still trying to put out the what if fire in me. I am so jealous of my other course mates who found the courage to go for what they like to do best while I'm here still whining and complaining over a choice I made.

I make myself look like an idiot in class, occasionally asking the obvious or sometimes, when I feel like it, randomly murmuring "oooohs" and "aaaaaahs" like I actually know what's going on. I know, I know, the decision has been made. This is like, the point of no freakin' return. Instead of bitching about how stupid I can be sometimes, I should look forward and like what people say, move the fuck on, right? I tried to stay interested with this whole NATO-WHO-related thing when all I wanted to do was draw a fucking fruit using photoshop. So yeps this whole trying-to-see-the-positive-side-of-things is not working very well. By the way, is it me or is Libya very close to sounding like something.... *$#@$%^$ 

See? This is what my bored brain cooks up in class. I'm hopeless.

Last trimester, I was so sure I would take Advertising. Who knew I would change my mind at the last minute?   But, despite saying this much shit about political science, I'm not backing out. Education doesn't come free so I will try my best to make the most out of it. They say God decides 50% of your fate while it's up to you to decide the other half with your life choices.

I've learned my lesson though;

Never ever publicize something on Facebook that might come back to haunt you one day.

Written by yours truly a year back.

FML.