Politics of the fragile mind: Sound and Fury

I'm back. *Insert Rambo theme song here*

Have you ever wondered if it is possible to get into the intricate mechanism of the human mind? To see what’s actually going on in there? I can’t figure it out. Sometimes I feel a certain way and the very next minute I feel something else. I’ll give you a few examples:-

1) I have a conversation with say person X, a total stranger and in the midst of the simple conversation I think this person is good and perfect and make images in my head about how good this person is. When in actual fact, I know nothing about this person. How do we know when a stranger is a good friend, very good friend, irksome monkeys (I know a few) or toxic?

2) There are only a few people whom I know will never wind me up. Sometimes I don’t know why I feel total dislike for people whom I call friends.

3) I may have a point after all. I decided to teach my mind to behave. Separation of powers: The mind and the freaking everyday practice. The most alarming feature the mind is that it sees bad as good and good as bad. Help me. The devil always fools us.

I just want to tell you, being a million miles away from everyone, I had a lot of time to feel and I only seem to initiate contact with people I actually like?! That’s it. I mean, come on, I don’t suck at keeping in touch. If I’m not keeping in touch, I don’t like you. Simple? Once again, if only I knew.

Now, I need some advice on forgiveness. I sometimes can see the good in some more than the bad and I believe there is hope in fixing them up, because deem down your inner instincts (which is very rarely ever wrong)..You know that this person is good and gone bad because he/she could not handle the pressing situation around coupled with wrong choices in life and whom you can call a total eff-up. I have done horrendous things to people before and I was given forgiveness…so, why can’t I forgive even if the damage is more than you can imagine?

Giddy hopes.

That gave way to a period of disappointment which you dwell and dwell and have patchy thoughts and make no progress of fixing it. But the more immediate question is how much disruption will be caused by the changing of minds? Once again, the devil is alive.


Michelle my person is supposed to call me yesterday!! Hsiao Phin I miss you very much you Baywatch Glenhuntly.

In sum…..take it easy.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Roddie!!

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Loud Humping Bunnies.

This is the second bizarre thing that has happened to me since I moved in to the Upper Esplanade (My apartment). Don’t know if I told you about the 1st one.

First occurrence

It was just about 7am I think when I was leaving the house for work. My idiot sister Dhis was here with me at that time. I took the lift down (I live on the first floor and reject the damn stairs sometimes because I’m a natural sloth). In the lift I saw artful blood stains on one side of the lift. I had visions of CSI Miami flashing immediately. But I brushed it off and went on…opening the front door…there was blood stains all over the handle and glass pieces all on the ground….I thought…that was it. I’m going a little late to work and I need to unravel this at once. I put on my Sherlock hat and with full CSI mode..I headed to the bushes and the dustbin area to look for a dead body as I was so sure somebody was murdered in my building. Then I needed a little help and I woke Dhis up.

Me: Dhishy Dhisy get up!!!
Dhis: Unsteady as usual. What do you want?!
Me: I need help.
Dhis: For what?
Me: Someone was murdered. I need you to help me find the body.
Dhis: What the F is wrong with you?
She just thinks someone had a fight.
….

Fine I'll take matters into my own hands. There was too much blood for it to be just a fight. There was too much blood at wrong places. I searched the bushes, I searched the car park…
No luck.

Should I call the cops?

No.

I went to work a very troubled person.

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Now coming to the point of this blog. Humping Bunnies.

My bedroom faces the carpark and I hear, let's just call them Mr and Mrs Ride Machine. I hear them quarrelling at least once a week…like this…" You shut up you useless whore, I throw you outta any timeeeee"…"You bitch I burn you in your sleep and have you for breakfast"…"emma cut your thing off and feed it to the dogs"….etc etc….along those lines.

But also…of late….I hear other sounds….

You remember how Meg Ryan fakes an orgasm at a café in the movie When Harry Met Sally?...Yes basically it was all rompitiromp rumble rumble for the past week……last night…my sleep was affected by high pitched shrills with long intervals followed by giddy giggles and sighs and borderline weeps and I GET THE POINT THAT IT WAS HOT AND HEAVY.….I couldn't hear much of him at all…I could hear her…Ok I get the point…..Poor dry me went to bed at 2am.

Pity Me.