This morning, I was young.

I was taught to be critical, to look beyond fancy cover, and read message between the lines when I was in Gender Studies class last year. It was fun, I've come up with conclusion that I definitely love thinking. Hah, how funny (and weird) is that?? 

I don't think I'm critical enough. Sometimes, I'm much swayed by people's bias and notions. But still, I'm trying to stick to my ground, something that I've established with my values and and what I believe about life. Well, it was not easy though. There's time when situation makes me disobey those rules. And I hate it. I feel like living a pretentious life, and it was so not me. So unoriginal. 

Cut it. I think I'm rambling again. I don't mean to review life up to that point.

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So I woke up early this morning. Yay! After having my simple breakfast - muffin and coffee (I was bliss-out!), I flipped through the magazine that I bought three days ago. I used to love reading it as a teenager, but I haven't read it for quite long already. 

I don't mean to be mushy or sentimental this morning, but the feeling when I first turned the cover was indescribable. I feel like a teenager all over again -- lying on my front with legs up from the back while flicking through the pages, answering quizzes... All brought me back to those days when I, an eager teenager, was excited to know about life, crazy over pop stars (quickly checking if any of those guys in school resembled one)... Sigh, how time flies~~

Now, I wonder how this feeling of being sentimental can help me through the agony of writing a 3000 report, which dues tomorrow. :S

-Miss B-