What dreams are made of

/ vendredi, novembre 10, 2006

I feel like laughing at myself. I've been very silly lately. No wait, I think it's worse. I'm silly, clumsy and stupid all rolled into one. Ok now I'm like trying to find fault with myself, as if I ain't occupied enough with all the revision to do for the exams.

Why am I such a comedy? How did I become a laughing stock to myself? How did I become such a complicated one?

I was watching a part of My Tutor Friend on Youtube [I'm getting drowned by the K-wave lar seriously], when I saw this word 'contraindication' somewhere in the subtitles. I was thinking: cannot be. How can they have such a medical term on a romantic comedy such as My Tutor Friend? Moreover, it was the name of some CK cologne. How the hell did CK think of such a name for its cologne?

Feeling unsettled, I paused the video and replayed that part. What's there in the subtitles was contradiction [which is a still a weird name for perfume lar], not contraindication.

This is all complementary medicine's fault. All that TCM, aromatherapy and homeopathy shit[wait...b4 any comple med diehards come and shoot me in the head, I better say I haf nothing against these therapies. It's just the thought of having to study these stuff for tests and exams that irks me]...

Why am I so incoherent today?

Seriously, I feel like a clown, how ironic that might sound. [haha it rhymes...and yes I'm laughing at myself]

Before anyone sends me to IMH, I better get lost from here.

Thats it. Ciaoz...

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