Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
This Is Me
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"Never let anything known for anyone to stab you in."
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
A Bullet Through My *Invisible* Head
I'm hearing voices. Voices that aren't mine for sure! I can't recognize them! It seems like they're out from the television or something. Cute and lovable - sometimes they are. But on other times, they can be mean, ferocious and serious. But it never seemed like they did any harm. Sometimes, I feel like I am having a dream so realistic. The pain, the suffocation and the turmoil.
给鬼压. My mom said. This is something like a pressure on you, you can't move, you can't wake up. You cannot turn away, well, sometimes you can but most of the time you are bounded to it. Wake up once, then twice and then again for real! Damn, a HDR view of your own back view too!
But it got worse! Then I ended up conversing with myself! Myself, my foot! Obviously, it's not from my knowledge but the voice, amusingly, dropped hints saying that it is definitely not my style to speak from that kind of cute-ness. CUTE RIGHT?
Now I have to kick my addiction. Addiction of talking on phone! Except that my phone is not only wireless, cordless, bluetooth-less and earpiece-less.
THEN, I REALIZED ZOE TAY AND FANN WONG ENDED TALKING TO ME TOO.
I am slowing breaking my voicebox and changing into their voice. IT IS NOT ME TALKING TO MYSELF! IT REALLY IS NOT ME.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay