25 Things I Hate About You

Got this off Vania’s blog but I also know that it’s been circulating around Facebook.

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You  have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.

(Clearly, tagging is a Facebook thing. I’m not tagging anyone. This is a BLOG. I just don’t have too much to blog about.)

1. I’m short-sighted but I only wear glasses when I read, not when I’m out and about. It’s a bit of a contradiction because I suppose short-sighted people technically need it for out and about, and not for reading. But oh well.

2. I have that stupid “7 Things” by Cyrus stuck in my head right now because of my title.

3. I bite my nails, which is a bad habit. But for a while in Year 8 I went through this phase of growing my nails so long, that someone said I should cut it ‘cos its length is disturbing. I never managed to grow my nails again.

4. I wish that FRIENDS is still going. Actually, I just wish that I can write for FRIENDS. Not because it was successful (that too) but because it’s such a well-made show.

5. I. I don’t know, I wrote the last four starting with I. I should write one starting with something else.

6. YOU. Heh.

7. If there’s any mythical creature I could be (and I mean, in any myth. Ancient Greek, Gothic, Ancient Chinese, Japanese etc) I would be a vampire. Yah.

8. Once, I read a book where a main character had a habit of chewing his lips. I liked that character a lot so I started chewing my bottom lip as well. It’s now become a habit, and my bottom lip is dry, cracks a lot, has bruised-looking bits where the flesh split. Stupid son-of-a-bitch book. It was a good book, though.

9. I have a tendency to make close friends with people significantly taller, or at the very least noticeably taller than me, with a few exceptions. And by them I mean Bee, April, Yeleng, Swinsetbsnm…(Shorty Who Is Not Short Enough To Be Shorty No More. Yeleng came along and took the title of “Shorty” from Christina. Christina is now known as Swin.)

10. 25 is a really big number. I could end it here and it will become “10 Things I Hate About You” but of course THAT concept has been taken.

11. I’ve planned out my funeral songs. I think a few people already know this. But for reference, those songs are “Savin’ Me” by Nickelback, “The Reason” by Hoobastank, and at the end of the service, when they’re playing a nostalgic but fun-filled slideshow of my life, I want “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter playing. So far, barring Nickelback, my funeral songs have been put on Singstar for me to fail miserably at whilst I’m still alive.

12. [BANG!] Mm whatchoo say…

13. I think back in Grade 5 or 6, I wanted and wished that Pokemon is real so badly that I even made up this story in my head about what would happen. Basically, it went something along the lines of every one of my other classmates getting a Bulbasaur or a Charmander or Squirtle, but then a specially lucky student gets a Pikachu, and I got the Pikachu, and then there was this invention which allowed us to open portals from our world to the Pokemon world (I have to specify, I only went as far as the Kanto region, but I suppose it’s okay seeing as from there you can travel to Johto and Hoenn anyway). I wanted that so badly one day I woke up thinking, “okay, today the news will say that Pokemon is real and that all the children will embark on their new journey as soon as possible.” Of course it never happened.

14. Going onto that, I also wished for a while that Beyblades did more than just zoom around the stupid shoebox. I wished and I pretended like I could control the toy with my will, like they do in the anime. I’m such a dag.

15. Looking back, actually I wished a lot of the anime world was real, depending on which one I was into at that time. Case in point, I wanted to be one of the ninjas and live in Konoha with Naruto. I wished that I believed in “The Heart Of The Cards” and kicked ass alongside my alter ego like Yugi. I wished that I one day realized that I’ve got Saiyan blood in me and I could power up to Super Saiyan and fly around and shoot energy balls from my hands. I wished that I was one of the Wicked Witches and killed Bloom and all her stupid fairy cronies (Ha, okay, I wasn’t into Winx Club but I was going through Toasted TV in my head and I remembered it). I even wished I was in Onizuka’s class in GTO, even though I would have to have something drastically wrong with me.

16. I started blogging on WordPress after I went to  journalism conference with April all the way back in 2007 (or 2006, but I’m pretty sure it’s the former) and they were saying, if you want to get better at writing, then keep a blog. I’ve sort of tried to write with accurate grammar, or thereabouts, on my blog.

17. It annoys me when people just say to me “You’re smart, you’ll ace it.” I’m not, and I don’t.

18. Haha this just popped into my head from this afternoon: “I have CDO. It’s OCD but in alphabetical order, the way it should be.”

19. After I think reading on a book about 2 girls who were raised as individuals but one day found each other by chance and realized that they’re twins, and together they had magical powers (I said I’m a dag, right?) and I think the series was called T*Witches, anyway, after reading that, I wondered if maybe I had a twin out there. At first it went like my parents had to give up my twin and I’m living with my birth parents. Later it changed to I’ve been given away and I meet my “real parents” and they’re awesome and my twin is heaps fun but she’s much girlier and all my friends are surprised when they see her because it’s strange to see a girly version of me.

20. Fuck, nearly there.

21. What a cheat, haha!

22. I’d like to think I’m a good listener. The thing is I wasn’t before, at all. So I don’t know if I’m a good listener by general definition because I can’t be any worse of a listener than I was before, save actually saying “LA LA LA LA” over someone else talking to me.

23. Pon and Zi are so adorable, and I loved them more when I saw the artist’s earlier works, when he didn’t find his love, and they were really hurtful and pained, and to see the pictures now when he’s become happier makes me love Pon and Zi more. My favorite at the moment is the one where the yellow one (can’t tell which is which) is saying to the blue one “I love you” but the blue one has music on and didn’t hear him.

I Love You

24. I love Bianca, Carmaine, Eunice, Dani, D.P. and April. More than anyone else. I know it seems a bit redundant when I’ve put up so many names. But well yeah.

25. FINALLY! This was harder than the ones with prompts. If someone has one with prompts send them over.

Keep Cool (I love You)

D.F.

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A Day Late

Yes, I did go out today. A day later than the Boxing Day usual.

We got to Knox at around 9:40, and mom had to go return the two right feet. Then we went to Harvey Norman and we emerged with a new toaster – I kind of wanted that cool new one where you can have all different shades of brown, with the “A Little Bit More” function thing, but we didn’t get it, of course – and a new hair shaving kit for dad (hey what if I become a skinhead?). Then we went around for mom to get some clothes, and had lunch at Dragon Boat. It wasn’t really that great – maybe the day was too warm for Yum Cha, but I just didn’t like it – but it did provide me with something funny to tell you.

Last year for Eunice’s birthday the four of us went to Tao’s and there was a strange waiter (or waitress? I can’t remember now) who, when he was serving the soup for Eunice, shook so hard the entire bowl chattered on the plate. Then there was a waitress who somehow missed the cup by a good 3 cm and poured tea onto the floor. Anyway, it just reminded me today when the young chick waitress refilled our tea pot and poured so much she didn’t compensate for the space the lid will oocupy, and when she put the lid back in she soaked half the table cloth. Not to be insulting to my own kind, but asian chicks are kind of dumb sometimes.

Bianca called me during lunch to tell me she was at Dandenong Plaza and bought a bunch of clothes for 45 bucks. Showoff.

After lunch, when we walked from OZone back to the main store (er if you don’t know Knox then just…OZone is an entertainment area that’s about 50 m away from the main mall) and I actually had that thing where you turn on the light at night and your eyes feel like trying to grow mouths to scream in pain, but much longer all the way from Dragon Boat to Borders. So I wanted sunnies. Besides I’d been wanting sunnies for a while. Wandered (okay gonna go off tangent, but I just wanna know how some people keep writing “wondered” instead of “wandered” because otherwise your musings can get you many places without an aim) to Myers and hey hey hey they had a massive sunglasses sale! 30 – 50% off some big brands (I’m bullshitting. I only know Le Specs and Ray Bans, but meh) so I dove in, elbowed away a couple of fat ugly tweens, and got myself a pair of Envy (apparently a brand. I only saw the actual object and the pricetag. $49.95 down 50%, woohoo!). I wore it on the drive home, and as I stepped into my bedroom I remembered Vania writing about how she liked her new sunnies so much she wore it around the house. Well, seeing as my house is really dark and I’m not a lame-wad (no offence), I didn’t. I also need to get my fringe out of the way when I wear it. Now there’s a funny image to laugh at.

I was at Red Rooster to get some chips (Maccas, Hungry Jacks and KFC was packed to the nines) and the chick who took my order greeted me with a tone that kind of said “go die, you fat fuck” and when I’ve done my order, she goes next please. I hear a deep male voice behind me and immediately she smiles and says “Hey there, how may I help you?” and I think “slut”. Or maybe I’m just pissed off ‘cos I didn’t warrant a nice greeting.

I’m talking to Sneakerologist right now. Just found out she’s 175 cm, just like Carmaine. Seriously, since they’re both Malay-Chinese, I think they’re related. That, or they’re from the same lab.

Curiouser and curiouser.

De Fluffe, Out.