So does John Lennon sing... And because I'm still collecting whatever staple wires I can...
Riding along with Girard's meme. Anybody can just tag along, para mas masaya hahaha. So here are random weird things or little-known facts about me (now they're not obviously).
- I'm obsessed with my hair. I think that I really look good with my hair now. Sometimes, I find myself caressing strands of its smoothness between my thumb and forefinger like the cliched depiction of a deranged person. However, I'm not "level-headed" or in vernacular, pihing (hahaha, what a reliable translation). So no matter how I wanted to be bald at one point, I can't. Or else I'll look like a deformed monay.
- When I sit, I often curl my right leg in a way that is hinged by my left leg. It looks like I'm semi- Indian sitting. I have to constantly remind myself, whenever in a meeting, to sit with my two feet parallel because people will ogle at the dirty sole of my shoe.
- I cannot, for the love of God, go near a cockroach. Call me sissy, but I can't even bear to kill one. The shanty that is our house has lots of them and I am constantly on alert of their "sudden flights of fancy" or whenever they are roaming around the floor.
- My first kiss was when I was five. I forgot her name but I can very well recall that we used to hide behind the curtains, and no, it was no smack. I scored 15 years after and that was it. I never had a girlfriend or at least be in a relationship.
- After college, I observed that I had an increasing intolerance for crowded places especially the malls and especially when there's midnight sales. I think I have vertigo. There was this one time that my ears rang and everything was just going in circles. I had to literally sit down on the floor to regain my balance and sense of things.
- I learned the hard ways of working as a food crew or at least something related to food when I was about 10 or 11. I assisted my aunt who used to rent a balbacua-han in Agdao Public Market. I get free food and fifty pesos at the end of the day. After finishing first year college, when my chances of going back to school has gone from slim to none, I worked for the entire summer in a bar and billiards restaurant that required me to stay awake until 3am. Back then I didn't need diet to look like Nicole Richie-thin.
- I almost got mugged and killed by a bunch of thugs because of that work. One guy who was at my back whacked my head, the other one was holding an ice pick. Good thing that the guard of the nearby convenience store, who was also my constant chit-chat friend during those wee hours everytime I pass by the store, was quick to rescue me. A group of trigger-happy hippies came in a short while and a race ensued. They bludgeoned my assailants with big rough stones. When the police dropped me home, I saw pools of blood along the street. I learned in the news the day after that one of the thugs was killed.
- While working as a waiter in that bar (I faked, or rather my parents, faked my age), I had an avid fan who says that he is a prince from Malaysia. He once caught me rapping to Eminem and asked if I can rap in toto some of Eminem's songs. I did and got 100 bucks per song.
- I find riding a jeep with few, or barely no passengers at all, one of the most enjoyable thing to do. There are times that I forget where I'm actually headed. However, I abhor the contagious disease of people inside a jeep when they start paying the fare when someone does or some people who pass their fare when you're about to go down. I also like buses. On the other hand, I am terrified at riding planes. I find it tedious. I cringe even at the slightest jerk. I dream of riding a train in Europe passing by the mountain range and all of the connecting countries.
- When I was five and when we still lived in this barangay called Barrio Pogi, I was chased by a rabid dog. It stopped when I stumbled on a sharp stone that hit my head etching in eternity an inconspicuous pahak at the left side of my head. I thought then they would open up my brain or something. That's why up to now, upon chancing on a strange dog with the likelihood of rabies, I bite the tip of my tongue and stop at my tracks to drive the beast away. Luckily, this supertitious belief still works for me.
INSTRUCTIONS: A person who gets tagged must write in his or her blog ten weird things or habits or little known facts about himself or herself. He or she should also state this rule clearly. At the end, he or she should tag six other people, except the one who tagged him or her.
