Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Instructions of the tag:Given a topic, you are to write down your answers in your blog, and then send the same topic to 5 other people. Write down the names of these 5 people and link to them on your blog. Go visit their blogs to notify them that they are tagged. The 5 people who are tagged should, in their own blogs, write down the name and link of the person who tagged them, answer the same topic, and send it to another 5 people, etc.
The Topic: Your 5 Quirks
One: Well, I would die without my hair. Or at least the few strands of hair right next to my left temple. During times of stress, anxiety *esp. during SS classes* I would twirl them around my finger and admire its softness. It's really comforting, to play around with something so black and smooth and soft...and you know that its yours. According to my seat-mate, I occasionally smell it. I didnt know that till she was laughing hysterically about it. For the record, I now firmly state that I do it purely as a stress-relief and habit...BUT NOT AS AN ATTENTION-SEEKING GIMMICK...argh..
Two: I have always been accused of liking male teachers in my various schools. As I tagged Nat, trying to convince the two kukus that no, I didnt like the exotic man*that never entered my mind,not one bit*, I realised that in my three stages of schooling, there was always one male teacher whom everybody thought I was swooning in love with. First, it was a geeky maths teacher.Followed by a teacher in SMPS who had a pink ham for a face. Then, in my oldish, sec sch life, it is the exotic man. Just to make things clear, all these were cast upon me. Never said anything but friends firmly believed that it was so. I really dont know why.
Three: As a punishment, my mother banned me from books. She threatened to throw all of them away or just burn them. Being naive and innocent at that time, terror seized my little heart and I vowed to save my books. As a result, I lugged half of my collection to school and tried to stuff them under my table. Unfortanately, my table refused to take in more than ten. The rest would just be spewed out. Undeterred, I dragged them home. Decided to hide them in the maid's room, where the shelf cupboards were high and musty. I climbed onto the bedstead and shoved in all my books, risking my neck, legs and life. Everytime I wanted a book, I would sneak into the room,much to the maid's disgust and retrieve one or two. Suffice to say, I was caught red-handed and recieved the walloping of my life.
Four: I fell in love with at least 5 characters in my books. It never occured to me that they were nonexistent. One example: Mr Rochester from 'Jane Eyre'. Older man and all...took me about two weeks to 'get over' him. *^^*
Five: Crowded places such as Taka during the weekends, Heeren and what not are not my favourite places. Besides, the only attraction in Heeren is Marche. *to me* Such places give me a headache and a temper as cross as a grouchy bear. So, beware when you go shopping with me in crowded places. I might just scowl and growl at you.
The FIVE ppl~ *^^*
-shino
-nat
-rach
-tuna
-pachie
*^^* have fun!!~~~
want some cupcakes?
6:21 PM
