I was just minding my own business, going through my daily blog reading list, and then *BAWHAM*, KorBua tagged me.
Because she’s like a twin sister I never had–and seriously, we shared the same birthday, 9 years apart–I must oblige.
6 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME
THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the â€˜6 weird things about you.â€™ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Donâ€™t forget to leave a comment that says â€˜you are taggedâ€™ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
1. Do. Not. Rock. The. Boat.
KorBua mentioned her motion sickness from roller coaster. I have an even worse case. I can get sick on a swing and a hammock, a carousel, or just spin a round or two in an office chair. When I was very young, I was virtually invincible anywhere, on a winding road or choppy water. As I grew older, I got increasingly sensitive to motion. It got to absolute worst, to me at least, when was in my early teens. I was just starting on ballet pointe shoes and we were learning to do our turns and spins. Even with that dancer’s head snap thing I’ve been trained to do my whole life–and never ever gotten sick spinning before–I couldn’t really handle the spinning motion. I faked that it was my toes that hurt to sit out here and there, but when I got home, I’d be out with a headache and nausea for an hour or so. Brandon said it was my mutant gene. LOL.
2. What’s in a name
I like to name things. I name damn near everything around me. My car is Merlin. My guitar is Dusty. Spiders are Freds. Crickets are Georges. My orchid plants are Cotton, Bubbles, and Pebbles. The one at the office is Dolly. At some point, the ficah in Amy’s office was called Earl. piano hasn’t revealed her name to me yet but she will.
3. Hair Art
My long hair is woe to the household. To help minimize the clog in the shower drain, anytime I wash my hair, any hair that came off in my hand, I’d collect it on to the shower wall. When I finish with the shower, I pick the Cousin Id 2D off the wall and drop him into the trash can. Once in a while though, I’d get inspired and I’d “paint” the clump of hair around, making an abstract mural.
4. Funny Words
I think the following words sound extremely funny: hoist and buoy. I don’t know why.
5. Like a Cat
I curl up. Anywhere. I’d sit Indian style in a chair. Like what I’m doing right now. I’d curl up on a couch. Actually I’d prefer to sit on the floor for that matter. I sleep all curled up. If it’s a long, straight drive, I’d put my left foot up on the seat and rest my elbow on my knee. I don’t know why. It’s just comfy for me when I’m all curled up like that.
6. Dancing Queen
When I have good, dancy song on my MP3 player, I “dance” to it in my head. And it’d probably bleeds into my shoulders and upper body…just a little. Oh yes, I’d dance on the street if I had the chance. And if someone would pay me. So, like Robin Williams said in “The Birdcage”, I “do an eclectic celebration of the dance!…but keep it all inside.” Can’t take the choreographer out of the girl, I tell ya!
..but wait! There’s more!
5 THINGS ABOUT OAKLEY THAT RELATIVELY FEW PEOPLE KNOW
In preschool–that’s Kindergarten 2, to you Thais–I had 2 boys fighting over me. LOL. I vaguely remember having a boyfriend then, but my KG best friend, Tammy, distinctly remembered there were two.
2. Again, Dancing Queen
I was THE choreographer back at Mater Dei. Sure, it’s a well known fact in my circle back home, but relatively new for you guys here. Heh. That is what happened when you weren’t a shy kid and were the only one to volunteer to dance and to choreograph. I was constantly doing dance recitals for the school and eventually, I ended up choreographing tons of the performances. Who else would incorporate Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation and the group dance from Encino Man into a pop-dance remix of Day-O?
3. Save the Cheerleader
Along the same line as #2, brace yourself for a shocker. I was the cheerleading captain for my “color” (aka the “House”, like in Harry Potter–my school is seperated into 4 color houses.) in 6th grade. Yep. The ugly, quirky, tiny little me. Cheerleading in Thailand (before they started throwing people around like the US) boils down to pretty people, standing out front and waving their hands about to lead the cheer. Compared to all the popular girls that got elected for other colors, I was the total Beast among the Beauties. I was loud. I was spirited. And I was nuts. I might not have won a popularity contest, but we got us the spirit award on Sports Day. My job was done.
4. Costume Shop
I can come up with all sorts of Halloween costumes from the clothing items I have in my very own closet. There are some of the items I never wear or haven’t even touched since I bought it that I kept “just in case”. The result? The rarely worn corset, silk shirt and hand woven net-y scarf came in handy when you need to become a pirate in a hurry.
5. Manly Oak
I drink milk and soymilk out of the carton at home. Hey, I’m the one doing the dishes so I am entitled to forgo the use of cups. Do I really want to add another cup to the sink to wash later? I do not think so. Ditto eating ice cream out of the carton. Except for the one vanilla ice cream in the freezer just in case I have to make dessert for surprise dinner guests.
And now, the tagging the 6 unfortunate souls: ‘Mazing Amy, Pond-ering, Olaina, Token Asian, Nicky and, it’ll be interesting to read what little Owen has to say.
If you want to share YOUR weirdness and secrets, go on ahead and delurk in the comment! I’ll take your participation there too. 🙂
Disclaimer: Rude Cactus, I was going to put you down. But I know you’ve been tagged recently. So you’re off the hook, buddy!
What happens when you’ve already been tagged with the same game? I guess I will just refer you to this post:
And when I lived by myself, I never used a glass. Carton, baby, carton! (^_^)v
Custom shop??? hahaha cool… sometimes we all buy clothes that we dun realla need and keep them. i guess ur right… they come in handy sometimes. 🙂
was dancing queen myself when i was like a baby. i was never a cheerleader. i’m always a chubby gal. 🙂 hehehee…
from ur lovely twin sis…