Dear All,
Got tagged by Marvin here XDDD so here goes. I think the original title is 25 random things about me? But if it isn’t, well.. my bad. =P banzai!
1. This is the first time I’ve ever been tagged in one of these post thingys. Up until 13 hours ago I was completely oblivious to the concept of ’tagging’ someone in a post. It just never occured to me, and I’d always wondered how it was done. *shock*
2. I always wanted to be an actor/singer/performer… but personal problems in my pre-teen-to-teen years kind of nudged me towards giving up on the idea entirely. I would LIKE to think I’m recovering now, because it’s a lot easier to really express myself in UK, but I’m afraid that in the process my friends will have to learn to tolerate my random outbursts of song… typically and especially when something really good happens to me.
3. The first time I ever felt a shot of pure, unadulterated joy was sitting at Chocz KLCC with a dear friend of mine, splurging on chocolate fondue and chocolate easter rabbits. I will never, EVER forget. =9
4. I have, over the course of the last seven years, learned the true extent to which I can be tolerant of somebody, and it extends pretty damn far. Unfortunately, as open as I can be about many things and thoughts and opinions, there are THREE things that piss me off like nobody’s business: People saying “You should’ve” or “I told you so”; last-minute changes in plans when you KNOW i made time for you already; and people jumping to conclusions and making false accusations about me and my life behind my back. If you got something to say, then ffs, SAY it to ME.
5. I believe in the idea that truth can hurt, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Most of the time, the case is that I’d rather hear the truth from you (after which you probably have to give me a day and a night to get over it) than hear false truths that you make up just to make me happier. White lies do NOT count in this category.
6. I find that the best and closest friends I have in this world, are the kind such that, we don’t have to talk for ages, we can not see each other for years, and at the end of it when we finally meet up again I can hug them as long as I like, scream, shout and be my real self, and still feel like we’ve always been together all this while. I don’t generally judge how close a friend is to me by how much time we spend together (although that may certainly help XD), but instead by how we treat each other after a long time apart. Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen but it doesn’t matter; it doesn’t change the fact that I love them all the same.
7. I’m a super sentimental sucker. I love roses, trinkets, and little notes and gifts that people give me for no reason in particular. I adore Valentine’s Day and Christmas. I LOVE it when people call me up to see if I can meet up for coffee sometime; even if I can’t make it, I feel loved knowing my actual presence isn’t necessary for people to be thinking of me.
8. I wish I was as inquisitive and driven as my younger brother. Those of you who know us may think this should be the other way round, but if you knew him like I knew him, you’d say otherwise.
9. I find that when I want to – and most likely when I am pissed – I can detach all emotions and personal feelings from any argument I’m having and turn into a super-bitch of sorts. I only caught myself doing this once, but I think I’ve done it lots of times; typically during ‘friendly’ debates. Sad point: I LOVE pwning people in arguments, but to be fair I blame it on my dad; I’ve never been able to win an argument with him.
10. I love debate, but I hate up-front and aggressive confrontation, whether between me and someone else or between others… but I WILL initiate if someone does something to piss me off; my instinct to protect my friends and the rights or well-being of others is far stronger than my instinct to protect myself.
11. I once had a morbid fear of being alone (autophobia?) which has since become a morbid fear of being ignored, forgotten, or swept aside.
12. people can’t place my accent, OR my heritage, at first try. I don’t exactly look Chinese or Malaysian (the most common guess is Thai -.- ) and my English (thanks to growing up in a rojak country and society) is a strange kind; the Brits think I’m American, and the Americans think I’m Brit. The Aussies think I’m from some island somewhere and most Europeans like to think I’m Spanish (for some strange reason). And no one has EVER, EVER, EVER gotten my name right the first time… with two exceptions.
13. I don’t really find anything offensive about the word ‘fuck’. It’s like… ’sod’.
14. I like the smell of old, musty books. I’m so sure there is something unhealthy about that, but I don’t quite care.
15. I sometimes think that more than I want a husband, I want someone who will go on adventures with me, who will walk and run through life with me, breaking rules and making rules of our own. I want to write our own story. If this person turns out to be “the one” then all the better.
16. I’m an adrenalin junkie. Doing too much of the same thing for a period of time puts me into severe depression. I need constant excitement, otherwise I phase out and my mind dies. That’s why I play hard and work hard, and also why I have so many different interests and I seem to hoard junk so much…
17. I LOVE singing and dancing in a group of open-minded, entertaining people. I feel most at rest in a group of gamers, or artists, or actors, or eccentrics. I feel at home on the stage.
18. I find friendly touches alright, but the three places where touching feels intimate (whether it’s a guy or girl) for me is my stomach and sides, the inside of my wrist, and the back of my ear. When people I’m not close enough to touch me there, I tend to do a little rejection-spasm away from the source of the touch, unless I’m mentally prepared for it.
19. My best friend tells me I flirt a lot. The sad part is that I don’t realize it; I have NO idea how to flirt, yet according to her, I do it nearly all the time.
20. I look fierce and angry when people interrupt me thinking or reading, but honestly, there is no hostility of any sort going through my head at that point. I think it’s my glasses, but I’m not all that sure.
21. I can’t handle spicy stuff at all, but I have a real weakness for the flavour of curry.
22. I believe firmly in the honour principle and have a great respect for old people; I would fight to the death to defend them both, literally. I was born in the wrong generation; i admire greatly the lifestyles of the Victorian age (that of the European 1900s would do just as well >w< ); one of the principal reasons being that I can act however I wish, and still have the right to ask to be treated like a lady.
23. Playgrounds and toyshops make me feel like a little girl. Especially the swings. it has a similar affect to choclate fondue, or a rose-petal bath.
24. I cannot take criticism very well. I am, however, very good at smiling and nodding my head. Rest assured I am dying inside.
25. I honestly think that I learned from a very young age what (I now realize) others around me who are so much older are only just beginning to find out; and I thank God for that.
ThEditor.
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