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I blame hormones & tv series
Wednesday, May 18, 2011 || 8:03 pm
I'm used to myself saying stupid things, like the time during a serious briefing session, I told the whole class that I'm passionate about TV series. So, face palming is usually one of the 'task' I do constantly and daily, until there's a indentation of a palm on my forehead. I'm serious. Look at my forehead!
This week I'm in emotional turmoil aka deepshit.
I cried and cried, despite meeting someone who is likely to be the only famous person I'm going to meet. One moment I was happy, and the next I was really depressed. Until I was tempted to call Beyond Blue. But I'm fine now. No, seriously!
I somehow think the combination of the stupid tv series I'm watching is the cause of this. So many finales, so many deaths in them, so many touching love sacrifices!
You know, sometimes I think I go to tv series, just to see how people fall in and out of love because I don't think I can. Sometimes, I watch them just to make me feel happy about myself, because there are some pretty stupid people out there.
I think it's my 'find yourself' phase again, and for some reason, no matter how many times I find myself, I just can't find me. I really don't know yet. Do I just pretend nothing is bothering me, or do I really need to do something drastic? I predict a really serious mid-life crisis in the future.