off much deprived limelight

*sings in faltering voice* "When I was just a little girl, I asked my Mummy what will I be. Will I be pretty? Will I be Ally?.."

Yeah, I'm guilty of the Ally-syndrome. It's a surprise my parents never really stopped me from religiously-glueing-self-to-screen watching Ally McBeal. Oh, how I love her. I used to fiercely defend her from all you who openly criticize her for being anorexic, dancing with a dolly-mannequin like thingy and for the simple fact of being too crazy to function. And no one is too crazy to function!
:: Crazy is you or me amplified. - Girl, Interrupted ::

Yes, yes I do realize that I have more quotes from rocking bands and awesome movies more than proper ones. Hee.

Today, I mean yesterday Ally came up in class. Ooowee! After that, I was glued to everything Mr. Kenneth had to say. Hee. I mean with a rocking example like that, you'd be mad not to listen. It's not everyday that your throat-ulcer-ed lecturer forces himself to try ya know! Poor Kenneth, funny thing is he still could lecture without the mic.

You see we were discussing about problems and how some people attribute their problems to external causes and some to internal as well as their characteristics (I won't torture you with psych. stuff). When you tell someone your problems they may disregard it as something so tiny it isn't anything and of course that hurts but when that same person has a problem, it seems tinier than minuscule to you. Why, you ask?

Ally did a superduperhyperrygoody job at answering it,
"My problems are big because they are MINE!"

It made me think of all the gazillion things that were eating away at my mind. *vision of brain looking like cheese* It's so true. I've given up on talking about things 'cause it doesn't make me feel any better instead its the opposite. I feel even more rotten.

'Cause I'll feel like a bloody brat next to the kiddies with diseases and whatnot. 'Cause of the looks that I'll get. 'Cause my tear glands will take orders from an external brain. And just 'cause I'm afraid I won't get up and out of it.

So, I came up with my very own therapeuticly theapilicious therapy. I suppress by thanking Him for every single relatively good thing that I have even for things like my colourfully chunted black wooded pencil. *drools* Being absolutely hysterical-hyper helps too! This might not work for everyone but I think retail therapy is universal. Teehee.

| I'm Ally in so many ways. Is it innate or just the director's silent propaganda? |

minx wrote at3:30 AM
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