TAGGED
According to the rules of the meme: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
1. I must match my underwear.
Which is a problem because I don't own matching underwear. I never buy bras and panties in a set because I am cheap and buy cheap things. So, I've created my own internal logic with regards to what constitutes a 'matching' set. It helps that I am a boring person and own underwear in sensible, no-nonsense, practical and to-the-point colours. My bras are either black, skin-tone or purple while my underwear comes in a little more variety: black, grey, purple, white, blue, and a yellow green stripped cutie that has 'smoochie' printed in pink across the back. There's also a turtle on that one. Don't ask me why.
Basically, my internal logic runs as follows: Black bras go with black underwear (screw the different patterns and textures), Skin-tone bras go with Skin - tone underwear (screw the difference in tones) and purple bras go with purple or grey underwear. Ok so it MOSTLY matches. BUT its the purple that tosses me off guard. Everytime I step into my very comfortable grey boyshorts I feel a little pang of guilt for copping out on 'matching' and settling for something that wouldn't even pass for a match on a black and white film. Needless to say, my whites, blues, yellow and the yellow-green-pink-smoochie-turtle underwear have been sorely neglected.
2. I burst out in random words when I am not paying attention to myself.
Somewhat akin to the turrets syndrome, I find myself suddenly bursting out in words like 'No!' or 'Go Away!'. Or in a state of incoherant excitement, I would wail out a triger word in the conversation. For example,
Boss: This tea is a symphony of flavours
Me: SYMPHONY!!!
Boss: Wha...?
I day dream alot and create entire internal dialogues and debates that are usually confrontational in nature. They revolve around theological arguments that I itch to have, or stories that I want to tell, or an issue that I seek to resolve. While these scenarios are staged in my mind, I will speak aloud random words.
3. I abhor lingustic mutations.
By dis i mean using eng badly n nt typing wrds out fully. u hv no idea how much dat annoys me. 1337 5p34k is NOT a language in my books.
Yes I am perfectly aware of the fact that I myself am incapable of spelling. But at least I try!
4. I fret about getting the best bargain in town.
This kiasu-ness extends into my time, my energy and my life. I will spend more effort then necessary in planning my route, sinking into mild panic when I realise that I can't know the exact distance of route A or of route B, and which will save me more energy or time. I fly into outrageous frustration when I realise that I made the wrong decision. My stomache tosses over and I seek desperately for the 'undo' button.
5. I am an emotional exhibitionist.
I must let everyone - not matter how remotely involved- know of my personal struggles and issues. Well not everything, but a lot of them. It's a form of public confession. Perhaps if I tell them about my internal issues and problems and splash them out on my blog for the whole goddamned world to read, I might be understood and accepted. And if i'm lucky, I might attain my original goal of receiving atonement by the public god.
6. In my bid to save money and food. I will eat almost anything. I am a human composter.
Mouldy rice.
Nuff said
Ok, anyway, I tag: Angie, DQ, Glappy, Ling, Shu and Glen.
DO IT.
