And It's All About Me-me-me-me-meee

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Name: Mancy
Single or taken: (forever)Single
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 11th
Sign: Crab/Cancer/the emotional bitch of the zodiac
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Chocolate (my eyes look delicious XD)
Height: 5'4'' I think
Are you straight/bisexual/gay?: Straight (If I was a guy, I'd be gay.)

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Where is your favourite place to shop for clothes?: I don't really know. The mall?
Favorite designer?: None
What is your sexiest outfit?: Pshhh I'm sexy enough without my clothes (Jk, my big pink t-shirt that says, 'Get A Life' with a picture of a mushroom from Super Mario XD)
What is your most comfortable outfit?: Jeans (preferably bootcut) and a T-Shirt (big, large, and comfy)
What do you usually wear?:  Jeans and a T-shirt lol

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What kind of shampoo do you use?: Head n' Shoulders. I think. I change shampoos alot.
What are you listening to right now: The Golden Age by The Asteroids Galaxy Tour (I heard this song for the first time on a Heineken beer commercial XD)
Who is the last person that called you?: Maman
How many buddies are online right now?: I don't have any buddies online ;w;
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Foods: Shrimp Fried Rice, Ferrero Rotchers (buy this, and I will marry you)
Girls names: Suki, Mancy, Prima, Anabella, and... yeah.
Boys names: Tsuna, Hibari, Gokudera, Yamamoto, Rian, Thomas, Matthew, Arther, Alfred, 
Subjects in school: Art, Music, Math, Literature, Forensics, and possibly even Physiology...

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Given anyone a bath?: Pets and my little cousins XD
Smoked?: Bleh, why would I want black lungs if I can have pink? 
Bungee jumped?: I WILL WHEN I GET MOAR MONEY! >0<
Made yourself throw up?: I-uh-I uh what?
Skinny dipped?: Which is... uh... no.
Ever been in love?: If I had, I would've had a ring on my finger.
Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: Not really...
Pictured your crush naked?: Well, if it's Tsuna-kun.
Actually seen your crush naked?: Tsuna-kun. Naked. Done.
Cried when someone died?: I'm a CRAB. What do you think?
Lied: Lol I never lief before >w>
Fallen for your best friend?: Huh? My bffs are girls...
Rejected someone?: Yes, and I kinda feel bad because he really did love me
Used someone?: Why use them if I have the awesome me?
Done something you regret?: I don't think I have... 

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Clothes: Blue bootcut jeans, blue retro t-shirt, red/pink fuzzy jacket, tennis shoes, and my lucky blue watch. 
Music: The Golden Age by The Asteroids Galaxy Tour
Smell: Fresh 
Desktop picture: >3> I don't like it, since I'm using my schools computer. 
CD in player: None last time I checked
DVD in player: None

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You touched: Uh uh uh uh I think it was Sam
Hugged: Sam
You IMed: Hyu-myo? I think it was Ciera
You yelled at: I never really yell... 
You kissed: My cat this morning. Always give kisses to my cat <3

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Understanding: Abit stubborn but yeah XD
Open-minded: I'm Miss Stubborn! I can be at times, but I'm mostly stubborn 
Arrogant: Arrogant... depends.
Insecure: Isn't everyone these days?
Random: Bwaha, depends on who's hanging out with the awesome me.
Hungry: As always. :9
Smart: Lol in some areas. I'm not that smart. Just intelligent in multiple areas that most people don't really exceed in at my age.
Moody: I'm A FREAKIN' AWESOME CRAB. I'm bound to my emotions!
Hard working: No.
Organized: Surprisingly, yes.
Healthy: Psh, nah. Imma be fat when I grow up. XD
Shy: When I'm in a flustered mood.
Difficult: When I'm in a stubborn mood.
Bored easily: I'll be bored at around 12 o'clock.
Obsessed: WITH LITTLE TSUN-TSUN. <3
Angry: Why should I be angry?
Sad: Why should I be sad? o.o
Happy: When I'm in a happy mood XD
Hyper: Not much, but I have my moments. :D
Trusting: Innocent until proven guilty, eh?

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Kill?: Someone.
Slap?: Someone.
Get really wasted with?: Tsuna <3
Get high with: Tsuna <3
Talk to offline: Offline?
Talk to online: Anyone really.
Sex it up with: Tsuna, and only Tsuna.

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In the morning I: roll of my bed and end up getting a bruise on my hips. And leg. And shoulder. And head. 
Love is: like an apple. If you let it rot, it will rot. But it's still sweet.
Sexual preference: I like gay men. 
What do you notice first in the sex you're into: Hair. lol, and then their body types. That's when I use my fujoshi powers to decided either or not he's an uke or a seme.

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Coke or Pepsi: MTN DEW RULES ALL.
Flowers or candy: Flowers! I like the smell of Lilies <3
Tall or short: Tall and short! Medium is best XD

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Makes you laugh the most: I haven't been laughing a lot these day ;-;
Makes you smile: lots o'stuff. I enjoy the simple things in life XD
Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: Tsuna *faints*

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Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: I'm actually wasting my time on netflix watching Doctor Who and Sherlock (Benedict is fuckin' brilliant)
Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: Sometimes... I don't have a lot of guy friends.
Wish you were younger: Hu-myu... My childhood was pretty disastrous so...
Cry because someone said something to you?: Cry? I nearly made her loose her tooth! ;o;

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Of times I have had my heart broken: Once...?
Of hearts I have broken: Two :I
Of guys I've kissed: One (first bf)
Of girls I've kissed: ...I faintly remember kissing a girl, but I'm not so sure...
Of CD's I own: A buh-gillion (most of them are my moms.
Of scars on my body: A guh-gillion.

Impossible Things

There are things I want to create. That's right. Love isn't always about boys, it's about the action. Has anyone ever told you what love is? I bet few has even read the definition.

love  

/ləv/

Noun An intense feeling of deep affection

Verb

Feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone)

Now you know, that love is the deep affection you feel towards a person or thing or idea. The more common one you know, is the verb. I choose the noun. 

I think there's more to life than just love. I think there's romance, adventure; life is something in you. Not in what's around you. Sure, the things effect you does things to your mind and morality, but think about it. 

You never made it this far without those little things. You wouldn't think, you wouldn't walk. Why, you wouldn't even be reading this little blog rant! And to think of all the things you thought was simple was impossible!

Did you know, back in the old days, choirs were for males only. And since the people knew that when boys hit puberty, their voice can no longer reach the high notes, they chop off their... um... willy. e///e

I have poor vocabulary, Caused by the father of mine who I'm ashamed to even say his name. He needs help, I offered. He rejected. His choice.

A lot of people say that, 'when life hands you lemons,' etc. etc. Since I mentioned that 'life' is 'us'. Think about it.

Why are you handing yourself lemons. Everyone's life is different, so there must be a reason why you got those lemons. Make it into juice? Throw it? Crush it? Your 'life' is simply asking you what are you going to do to these lemons. It's not asking you to make Jesus turn it into water or something. It's all about you, and what you make of the things you got.

The Type?

I'm not sure what really suits my taste...

Well, what do you think I like?

I mean, they both look cute ._.

...

Choosing guitar straps are hard ;-; I should just get the black one, but the dark red/orange looks really, really cool. o3o

...

Right, since we're on this topic, my fingers has finally become accustom to the guitar! >w< AND THEY'RE SO SQUISHHHHYYYYYYYY! >0<

I love my squishy fingers <3

Why I Must Rant

Ranting is good for me. Quite literally. You see, I'm the medium, the peacemaker, the Tsuna-whenever-Gokudera-get's-mad type of person.

But I'm also a let's-hold-it-all-in type of person. Kinda like Benvolio in Romeo and Juliet. But with boobs and no dick. (I'm pretty sure Benvolio is a man...)

But moving on!

I need to rant. There are things in my life I can't understand and I just can't take it anymore. Truth is, I use to have this little diary, where I would put all sort of funky things in it, writing in it like as if the diary itself was my secret messenger to a secret friend. The bad thing was that my mom read it.

Uh.

EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY?

Yes, I'm a teen and I'm probably doing through some funky phase or whatevers, but I want privacy. I'm growing up and I don't wanna be babied. And don't you know how annoying it is that parents say you're too young to do this, but too old to do that? Like you're old enough to do chores on your own, but you're too young to watch a PG13 movie type of thing.

I have nothing against not watching an R rated movie or even doing chores, but privacy is privacy! And my diary is one of them! My mom read it, and even wrote in it. She even talked to me about it. Now look, I'm just writing in it to vent out some anger I had before I came to my senses. The whole purpose I like keeping a diary is to keep secrets and maybe one day look back on all the weird and funny "conversations" I wrote in my diary.

BUT NO.

BECAUSE APPARENTLY, PRIVACY DOESN'T EXSIST IN ANY PARENT'S DICTIONARY.

Here's the truth, I can't keep bottling these feelings up. And I sure as hell ain't gonna express them (damn slipped into a country accent... =.=").

I don't wanna express myself because I'm sick and tired of people asking why I act like that or give me that dirty look.

And I can't keep bottling these feelings up, because just like they said in Healthy Living, it's bad for you.

Ranting online is the only privacy I can get so far. And nothing bad has happened. Everything's normal, no one's coming up to me asking to take down my blog, and I'm not calling out to anyone.

I feel tired and exhausted when I lock my anger down. I'm not assertive, but passive. I'm not extroverted, but introverted. I'm not funky or cool or outstanding. NO.

I'm like the female version of Canada from Hetalia!

So what the bloody hell? (...my English accent... =.=") I rant. And rant. And rant.

To rant or not to rant. Is my question.

I wonder if there's a fan-made Canada blog...?

Moving on...

So, I always lock my anger down. To the very last drop. The VERY. LAST. DROP.

And I exert the here in this little blog called, "Because I Need to Rant".

I'm not a bad person, which is pretty funky 'cause I myself can't tell I'm a good little angel or the evil devil. But I swear I try my best to make everyone my friend. Albeit, it's difficult 'cause the thought of being the one to initiate the conversation is pretty scary. I'm not like that. I tried starting the convo, but it just goes down the drain when they start making the air awkward by not answering me, or never even glancing at me.

Uh. Hello? I'm standing right here and I'm talking to you. Aren't you being alittle bit rude to me? Huh? HUH?!

...

*deep breathe*

I know that people have a hard time making a good convo towards me, but I do make an effort to talk to other people. Because I love to talk. I'm a girl, and I was originally extroverted (I was bullied as a child, so I became introverted) and I just LOVE talking. I don't give a damn if it's about a hot sexy guy or even about books. I just need some sort of communication.

'Cause that's what I lack in life.

I lack communication. In fact, it a huge problem to me and other people. Y'know how teachers just love  group work? Well, huzzah! I'm in a group project!

Wonderful!

Truly spectacular!

Annnnndddddd they don't talk much...

Ughh, I worry about my generation. No, screw that, I'm already worried. Most of the kids I've met were so... troubled. I mean, I'm not saying they're bad people, just... people with very bad experiences. I've met nice people, mean people, bitches, lovers, assholes, idiots, morons, nerds, geeks, sport-fanatics, lesbians and gays, and all the colors of the rainbow. Hell, I even met gangsters (or... that was how they referred themselves as...).

But each and everyone of them, I enjoyed talking to. They atleast talked to me, and I can tell they enjoyed talking to me, too. And they would often talk about their family, their friends, their past. And it was either the good life filled with money, or the dark road with parents doing drugs and other bad stuff.

I'm not saying, they're bad people. They grew up badly. We are children, and either we like it or not, we hold the future. And isn't it the adult's responsibility to take care of that child?

My God, looking back on those people, the parents were mostly the cause of the child's misfortune. My dad, the biggest douche bag you've ever met, beat my mother nearly to death while having sex with her. Do you think it's rape even they are married? I think so. And I was only 5 at the time. It was the first time I saw it happen, or maybe it happened for a long time, and I was too young to remember.

To tell you the truth, I was the downfall of their marriage. They were happy, until they got married, and made a baby named lil' Purima (stated in my older posts, I'm not revealing my real name). My dad started drinking more and more, while mom started to love me less and less. She was very hesitant on having me. And I was unaware of this. I was growing in her belly and, now, knowing all about the growth of a baby inside a women, is pretty disturbing. Saying that I was the one who did that funky kicking in her stomach and eating some of the coffee mom drank. *shivers*

So, when I was officially brought into this world, I would cry and cry and cry. I'm pretty sure my tears could put the Mississippi River to shame. I cried when I pooped, when I peed, when I was hungry, when I was sad, or happy, or laughing. And my mom wasn't ready for it.

While momma was taking care of my crying sad and disgusting mess, dad was fooling with other women in a local bar.

A bar.

How can this get any worse? Oh, there's lots to tell.

One day, my mom was taking care of my as usual. Grandma and grandpa was out at a casino, and daddy was 'out with a friend'. As per usual, I was crying and mom was trying to figure out why. What really happened was that she gave me the wrong type of milk. I was around 18 months old, I think, and I was very sickly. So I cried and cried because the milk mom gave me was wrong and hurted my tummy.

Being only 21 at the time, she threw me on the bed. Threw. Threw me. A baby no older than 18 months old.

My mom was super stressed at the time, doing this and that and trying to keep father in check. But when she threw me on that bed, when I completely stopped crying, she raised hell. My mom panicked, jumping from place to place, grabbing me and trying to call dad. She went into the car and drove like a mad woman to the nearest hospital.

The rest went by quickly. I was hospitalized for a couple of days, the doc telling mom that the reason I was crying was because that I had the wrong milk and that I'm fine at the moment (although I had a slow pulse that grew normal during the next few days). The doctor even said that she needed to relax and calm down. She was flickering her eyes like she's having a dream, her body was shaking like a leaf. She was scared for my life.

And I was uncouncious the whole ride.

To tell you the truth, I'm happy that happened. 'Cause if it didn't, mom would be probably push me up for adoption and stay with dad. Which reminds me. Wanna know what happened while mom was busy worrying for my life?

Drinking at the bar.

Promise me this, reader, that you'll never drink. Or even become an alcoholic. Please don't. My dad completely lost me, and I've given him so many chances to redeem himself. But this time, I can't give him anything else anymore. I know forgiveness must be essential, but I give up. I'm not 'forgiving' him anymore.

What's the point if I wait for someone who I know will never come? And I believed in him. That he'll start over, and start acting like a father.

But no.

He strikes all my hopes down with just an arrow. I'm done. That's it.

He's no longer my 'dad'. He has no right to be called that anyway. A father is someone who is biologically related to you, but the person who raised you into who you are.

If I had anything else to say, mom would be my father and my mother. (lol)

After that incident at the hospital, she spoiled me rotten. And I loved, absolutely loved, the attention she gave me as a child. It was funny, too. She would record me dancing and shaking my bum when every I hear the t.v. play some funky music. She would sing me lullabies in vientamese. She would even help me sign up for sports I want to do or go to the concerts I'm in (when she has time).

If anything, my mom is the stronger woman I've ever met. And I love her.

I kinda feel lucky now... ehehehehe...

I wonder, when I grow up and have my own family, that my children will think the same as I did with my mother...?

Ah, well... if I'll ever catch the golden fish for me...

---Purimaaa

Places with my Name

Ever feel awkward when you see a store named after you, and you never knew it existed until now? Well.

Yeah.

I found two places so far, and I can't help but say, 'I wonder if mom named me after this..."

There's Mancy's Tokyo and Mancy's Steakhouse. I swear. Go look it up on google. My Tokyo is an art restaurant and a karaoke bar(which is pretty sweet). And the Steakhouse is pretty self-explanatory.

That's pretty much it for today, other than my neck hurting like hell (been sore all morning; wouldn't hurt if someone could massage it ;w;) and that I have a headache all morning.

Yup.
---Purima

I Got Chills

I got chills... they're multiplying...

And I'm loooosing contro-ol.

'Cause the powerrr that your supplying.

IT'S ELECTRIFYING. (Electrify, electrify, electrify...)

You better shape up! (Oo, oo, oo~) 'Cause I need a man (Oo, oo, oo~)

And my heart is set on you~

You better shape u~up

You gotta understand!

With my heart, I must be true~ Oo~ (Nothing left, nothing left for me to do...)

*continues singing with a Tsuna-doll*

--purimadesu

HEYYYYAYYYAYAYAYYYAYYY

HEYYYYYAYYYAYAYAYYY *epic echo*

MAGNET SAMMBBAA

I SWEAR, THIS SONG IT'S. JUST. TOO. Asjdhalkjsdhcnjkjkd

*splutters nonsense*

I especially love the Kaito and Gakupo version. Not like I'm saying the one by Miku and Luka is bad, I just like yaoi more than yuri.

Kufufu.

Alright, enough spack-dab, and let's start doing the samba.

---Samba-Dancing Purima