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Thursday, February 7, 2013
Shugo Chara! Character Change!
You know what people? I noticed that my mood swings changes according to people whom I admire or listens or read their passages, may it be articles, song lyrics and medical journals.
Sometimes you hear me sounding like a teacher (IN MY BLOGGING STYLE TOO!), being precise and down to every single detail. Sometimes I sound like Eminem, using "Fuck" all over the place and acts as though Singapore have drugs. "Yo, smoke some weed, hommie!". I've never used that before but it sounds cool.
There's this cartoon called, "Shugo Chara!" It's a must-watch show on Crunchyroll.com. It have little angels giving people character changes. Damn, these motherfucking movies, comics and cartoons, songs and books really do build into my subconscious. My thoughts would become them suddenly. That's probably the reason why I amuse myself at every given situation. To a Starbucks Coffee Maker, I'd probably go like, "Mocha with java chips, thank you very much" and after receiving the change, smile in a confident and yet shy way, and take my drinks. In my head, I'll go, "Yo, hottie. You have nice arms. Do you have a girlfriend? Maybe we can hang out sometime.".
Major (-.-""""") I KID YOU NOT! This is how I always hear myself. Like that woman in "Don't Trust The B***** In Apartment 23"!!!!!!! Very flirty and mingles well with any given crowd. It sort of explains the whole "Shugo Chara" show. A boy who is normally very respectful and shy can become a king and always laugh out loudly in public when it's angel merges with his body.
Some people can naturally "hear" voices in their heads. When a child reads a book, the speed of reading can actually determines (*ahem!* Professor Ris is in the house) if the child is hearing voices or not. Some people have the tendency to mumble out every single word, some people breath out every word, some people skim the book and catches what's going on but forgets it the moment you finish the book (Thank you, I belong to the "Speed Read Like You Are Going To Hell" category), some people can "hear" themselves pronounce each and every single word properly. I am trying to slow down my reading to a precise speed, pronouncing every word and understanding every single vocabulary in the book. This helps me to attain "sounds in my head" or "aloud thoughts".
Oh, speaking of mood swings, I don't know if I should call them mood swings or personality changes (maybe the fucking doctor is right! I do have split personality while conscious!), I find myself being able to mimic a person easily, from the choices of words to the sentence structures and the speed and tone of the talk. Amazing right, me? I worship myself too!
Wonderful things a mind can do, huh? Agreeable? Lol.
My thoughts will unravel non-stop one...... It'll just go on and on and on and on and I bet I can have enough ideas for a blogging or writing marathon. Now you see as though there is nothing bothering me, wait till my next character change. Normally, I'm a huge flirt in my thoughts. Flirty, witty and talkative. But my outside self, all I say is, "Please", "Thank You", "Okay", "I'll Do It". It had gone so automatic that now I classify it under robotic replies. They are like stamps, those that you need to ink them before stamping, an aid for a mute like me. Trust me la, my thoughts and blog is way funnier than the real life me. People can fall asleep while clubbing with me. I have no idea why but that's how boring I've been complained to be. Lol.
You know, subconscious really do outshine in most people. Who you are within really can be portrayed out by actions and results. This is how I got famous I think. Everyone tells me that I am unique. A very special star that is taken care of by god some how. In my pits, something good always comes out of it. Every time. Like I'm a natural optimistic, lucky star!
I can also be so talkative that a taxi driver paid me fifty bucks to be in his car instead! I was suppose to pay him like how all passenger-driver relationships are! But I wished him luck in his 4D draws and he actually won consolation price and treated me with free taxi rides ever since and one fifty dollar bill. I couldn't be happier. Am I Miss Lucky? Then all the millions of tiny (I got big and clumsy fingers and sweaty palms) lucky stars I've made, don't care from straws or paper strips, must have paid off big time!
I AM STILL BLABBING ON AND ON. WHOSE UP FOR A LITTLE CHALLENGE TO SEE WHICH PARTY'S IDEAS FINISH FASTER?
Who am I kidding? My blog's traffic is dying and drying out like the water droplets in Sahara deserts...... And I used to love cattle until they pricked me badly when I thumped my whole palm on one accidentally at someone's office table. Serves me right for not seeing where I am landing my limbs though.....
Some times I don't double check on my blog post or email replies before realizing that they don't make sense. Mostly because I try to use alternative words or leave out certain offending words (lawsuits in Singapore is EXPENSIVE - in "That's So Raven Style" with the shaking of head and bon-bons). The mouth is mine and so are the blog posts. I could easily be thrown a letter if I were to be not careful about my language.
It's amazing how a few words can turn a passage into a confused thought or lousy English or poor sentence structured one. One incident is when I re-read my reply to Xiaxue (being on her super exclusive blog post "interview"), I realize I hardly made any sense. Can I blame her for the weird comment that she said? No right...
Aiyah, I am still so talkative! My period came, at the wee hours of the morning. Whole pants was soaked in blood and I sleep on my parents' bed.... Imagine the fucking awkwardness when I had to push Mom to aside to clean the bed and just using iPhone's camera light to guide me.
I like to sleep upstairs la. I admit that I don't dare to sleep alone. Plus, it seems so lonely downstairs with me only..... And when the stairs contracts, it makes creepy sounds.................. I need my Mom and Dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And mind you, I AM FUCKING 23 YEARS OLD ALREADY!
Either my parents or a new boyfriend. Gives me a lot of reasons (or should I say agendas) to find myself another hunk? Been on the look out... A few patients are good looking and rich! But strictly no contact outside work *sighhhhhh*......
Guess I really cannot give myself anymore delaying of time to change my sanitary pads! (I used too cry whenever I am forced to mention these words. Now phobia no more. Comes crude and insanity!) I can practically feel the blood ooze out (like I can do any Kegel exercise to keep them in!) and leak onto the already very filled pads. Fucking gross right? First time sharing my period feel to people and it's on an international-accessible blog site! Well done, Missy.. Think I am starting to sound like Jacqueline Wilson (a famous author for Children's books).
See, Doctor? I kept to my words by being more aware of myself, in terms of thoughts and personality changes.
I can go on forever but I really got to change that fucking pad. It's so heavy that now my underwear is depressed, parting from my vagina. That's how heavy it is. Okay la, underwear is loose too. Girls cannot (here I go again, not leaving my Netbook) wear too tight of an underwear or it'll leave uneven fat blockages around your frame.... Like mine. So wear those loose fitting ones. They tend to not leave marks or tracks so no one knows if you prefers high-cut undies or low-waist ones.
Discipline, is one important factor that we must all have. And I should be discipline to walk away from the computer when I finish this line. Bye bye (Fuck! I broke the "discipline" and 2 lines some more!)
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay