This is what you are supposed to do: cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.
- throughout the course of my twenty-two going on twenty-three years *hint hint* of life on earth, i have constantly been receiving feedback that my plain boring guai dweepy geeky nerdy exterior somehow belies my strange weird freaky wacky scary twisty whatever personality and tendencies. and people are shocked, more often than not. sometimes i use this guai exterior to my advantage, but sometimes i also attract/repel the wrong crowd, which is sad (in a "haha, sad!" way). people have apparently also commented that i look very decent and normal but there's just this *glint* of something mischievous and abnormal in my eye (or something to that extent). i personally find that statement rather amusing, hehe. and in case anyone was wondering, i actually study much less and am not at all as hardworking as i probably look. i am also very much less brilliant than you might believe me to be, but also a lot less stupid than you might think i am.
- which brings me very nicely into my next point. (lecturers have commented that i have a very nice way of directing the flow of my arguments and connecting my separate points. that was in the past, before thesis existed, sob sob.) but anyway, i am a very contradictory person. many of my actions are contradictory, much of my speech and writing (minus academic, hopefully) is contradictory, most of my thoughts are also contradictory. some of my friends have been acutely aware of this, from all the *performative* rubbish i tell them. actually, i like to think that the crux lies not so much on my contradictory nature, but rather, my belief that there is a counter to close to every argument put forth. shan't dwell further into this, or i might start contradicting myself again.
- as in point one, my skinny undernourished anorexic bag-of-bones exterior also belies my occasionally humongous appetite. i have ever finished six sandwiches at a go during a lecture, six midsized charsiew buns within two short chapters of a book, eight tea leaf eggs in one evening, and a whole pot of cold green bean soup in the middle of a night (etcetera). of course, the charsiew buns resulted in a major puking session later on, the tea leaf eggs resulted in indigestion the next day, and the green bean soup resulted in some stomach flu thing the very next morning. but still, it had been a joy consuming all that food, just that i don't know my limits and can tend to overeat. however, due to my contradictory nature, my appetite also tends to vary drastically, say, when i am ill at ease with people. and i hate it that people can potentially use my appetite as a gauge for my level of comfort with them, 'cos, as with everything else, it doesn't always apply, 'though much of the time it does. (说了等于没说, haha!) i can also survive on like only half a meal a day or something. totally weird, yes, i know.
- on the topic of food, i don't sleeptalk very often, but when i do, it's always about food. the past three times i can remember myself sleeptalking and having family members inform me about it when i woke, it was about (1) chocolate, (2) macdonalds, and (3) soon kueh. well, this is at least better than my sis. once, when i was working into the night on the comp and she was sleeping, she suddenly started screaming. i got the shock of my life and asked her "what what what?" at that, i think she suddenly realised that she was screaming out loud and that it had been a dream, and suddenly she fell back into a sleep of awkward embarrassed silence. hilarious. but i'm sidetracking...
- i think that i might have a rather higher than normal tolerance for pain. it's not so much that i don't feel the pain as acutely, but that i'm just better able at veiling it. pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure, i believe that it works both ways sometimes, i've said this before.
- every once in a while, i exercise nekkid.
i had a pretty hard time thinking of relatively clean innocent pure weird things to write about. you can see i gradually lost inspiration towards the last two points.not tagging anyone. do it if you like, don't if you don't.