You *could* try to convince us to learn brazilian portugues...
It's usually annoying this (hook lines to CRAP pop songs / dance tunes are the absolute worst - followed closely by the alien-sounding techie term that you dont know what it means
) but can be interestingly psychedelic / revealing... eventually with enough repetition the meaning of the word breaks down and you start to examine it from a more childlike phonetic standpoint (well, I do anyway
) and begin hearing it "differently"
soon wears off however once it becomes unstuck and you have to use it again.
a varient on this is being slightly tranced on a journey and seeing a familiar car from a "new" angle. You think you know the shape of, say, the back end of a classic fiesta .... not until your brain has done this wierd optical illusion thing (you know those ones that can be two different pictures depending what you WANT to see?) and chucked odd angles into the mix. Strangely pleasturbing, in a thats-cool-i-never-saw-it-like-that-before-but-why-didnt-i??? way. Like suddenly recognising that the same fiesta you've seen as a little metal blob for 20 years actually has a very smart design, and if you push
this bit like that,
that bit like this... it's actually deceptively close to being a same-generation Escort hatch, with some of the middle section missing and the boot cut a little short!
again it disappears, leaving you unsure of whether you're now seeing it the old way or the new way, or something different. What appears in your mind after being processed by the eyes has to go though various lobes that recognise shapes etc, after all.
half sleepyness BAD things - not quite realising you're dozing slightly at work until something bizzarre happens in the semi-dreamworld (even if your eyes are open), and you wake up ... everything's the same except for that thing.
And deja vu. Had a MAJOR attack of it today regarding some stuff written on a whiteboard. First time I'm (subconciously?) acted on it however - changed a date to see a friend to tomorrow night instead of tonight. .....
Only realised quite why when, this evening, i was first held up leaving work because of a printer and floppy disc problem, and then my usual 25 minute train journey took a little over an hour because of some serious s**t-ups at new street station. I got home knackered at 8, instead of raring to go at 10 to 6. Trip would have been a disaster. Damn hell ass spooky I must say.
Might just be a sign of mental disturbance or sleep deprivation however. Can't say I'm in any way normal.
