I'm Weird

Oh. My. Goodness.

pamsonggottagged!

Yeah, you read it right – pamsong. Heh. You see, I couldn't decide whether this was a Tinki occasion or a Dark Queen one, so I decided that pamsong was to be the flavour of the day. Don't argue with me.

So here I am, being me for once.

Hi, guys. Nice to meet you. =)

This isn't the first time I've been tagged but it's gonna be the first time I'm actually responding to a tag with a post. I usually don't bother. It's nothing personal. I just happen to be Empress of Close-One-Eye Land. Haha. But this time was different. I was personally informed of the tag by a Missy from Down South. Jeng. Cannot close eye di. =p

So, Missy (you know who you are)… Feel. Honoured.

*takes deep breath*

Here we go.

6 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME


1. I'm overly picky with my food. I apparently pick everything out of my food. It's really an exaggeration but that's the way "The Others" put it. It's not true, though. I don't pick everything out of my food, I just pick some things out of my food. *big fat juicy grin* Sigh. Okay, fine. I pick most things out of my food. Happy? *snort* Garlic, out! Ginger, out! Onions, out! Tomatoes, out! Pickles out! Pepper, out! Salt, in! Heh. Never touch my salt. Just.Leave.My.Salt.Alone. I only eat "water-less" vegetables like broccoli, cauliflower, Hong Kong kailan and, uh… broccoli. Cabbages are "water-less" vegetables, lettuces are not. And I never eat taugeh when it serves as an add-on to the main dish. I only eat it if it's fried solo. Only chicken breast meat for me, thank you very much.


2. I alter everything. Keyword: Change. *frowns* No no, wait. Keyword: Me. *smiles* Yeah, that's more like it. I can't leave my clothes as they are and I end up altering most of them to my liking. I get them to look and feel just the way I want them to. Only then do they become my clothes in my style according to my body in my cut. I change widths and lengths, and I cut and I sew. Actually, I blame the ridiculous angmor sizes they try to sell us tiny Asians. Bodoh mia. Tapi last time, I also bodoh a bit. There was a time I did it on my own. And then I found this fantastic lady to do the dirty work for me for a fair sum. Thank God for her. I think I'm her best customer and I have reason to believe that I am. She gave me a red packet this year. And she's not married. Hah! Beat that.


3. I talk to cars, people in cars and people outside my car, who can't hear me. "Move la!" "Signal – can or not?!" "Cross road cross properly la!" But I've realized that I don't do it out of anger, though. Very rarely la. It's usually just… uh, conversation with the masses. HAHA. Yeah. I talk to people who can't hear me and objects that don't respond to me. It's not easy but I've mastered the art. Yes yes, I rock. Now, stop clapping.


4. I have a cinema bag. Ooo. This well-equipped bag simply completes the movie-going experience. It holds my cinema pillow (yes, I have a cinema pillow), my blanket/jacket and my water tumbler – sacred essentials when paying to stare at the big screen for 2 hours or so. It's grown to be very precious to me. We've come to be very close over the past couple of years. It's seen me through many movies – good ones, not-so-good ones, bad ones, happy ones, sad ones, romantic ones, funny ones, scary ones, lame ones – the works. Yeah. We're close. And due to its dedication and excellent service over the years, I may upgrade it to being my full-time cinema bag. Specialization so rulez. Touch the bag and I'll kill you. I promise you I will.


5. I never fall asleep with my ears exposed. I don't know why. All you'll see of me is a part of my face. Probably the width of a tennis ball or something. Haha. Just enough for there to be sufficient airflow and for me not to die of suffocation. It started when I was a kid. I'm guessing it's cos I had a bad experience with some beetle making my ear its home for a night way back when I was much younger. Anyway, the rule is to cover, cover, cover!

Sigh.

Do I really need SIX weird things? Won't five do?
See, this only proves that I'm not a weirdo.
I'm normal. I'm waaaay beyond normal.
Heck, I am normal personified.

Sigh.


*thinking thinking*

Wait a minute, I GOT IT!

6. I am obsessed with having my own kid. Unless you're a kid yourself, you can never be too young to want a kid. I'm no kid. I want a kid. Give me a kid. NOW. *blink blink* Sigh. This is really getting old. Nobody's doing what I tell them to do. They're all keeping their kids to themselves. Tom and Katie sure need lessons on kid-sharing. Hmmph. Selfish buggers. *grumble grumble grumble* I wonder if I can get mine on eBay. *click click* Brad and Angelina should have tried the Internet.

See, how could I have not thought about that point just now?


*snicker*


But now, it's baby blues galore thanks to the absence
of any kind of baby in my life. Bleh. So no fun.

Oh wait! I have another!

7. I have bad Birdophobia. Ornithophobia, they call it. You really can't blame me for it, though. It's almost like they held an AGM and named me "The Chosen One" who gets the honour of being bombed on all the time. Fed up. Like I'm walking around with a bullseye on the top of my head, man. Sigh. I wish they'd all just die and leave me to live in peace. And they're not to drop all over like hailstones but like, maybe disappear or something when they die, you know? Oh, and I'm starting to think that I have Tagophobia, too.

*blink blink*


Whoa. I ended up coming up with SEVEN weird things.
Hmmm. Looks like I am weird after all. I blame Missy.