6 Weird Things About Me

Yet another old post from an old blog. But this one hor....have to post coz i was tagged by Doctor mah. But anyhow, i remember how much fun i had writing this post, so i hope u ols will have fun reading it.....again (to some of you)

1. I’m a legendary lost queen.

This has definitely got to be 1st on my list. Yes people, I am really really lousy with directions. I kid you not. When it comes to directions, I have shorter memory span than of Dory from Finding Nemo.

You put me in a new place; I get lost.

You let me practice driving to the new place for 2 weeks before hand, I still get lost.

If I haven’t drive to a certain place for more than 2 weeks, I’ll most likely get lost.

Make me drive in a place in the daytime where I usually drive during the night (or vice versa); I get lost.

I can’t read maps for nuts.

But I got best geography top scorer award back in Form 5. (Coz I’m the only one who could pass)

Seriously, I think it’s a curse. Be it on foot or driving, I’m constantly lost. I can’t find my car in parking lots if I don’t snap a pic of the lot number. That’s why I have a regular parking spot.

Yes people, I have a secret regular spot for all the places I frequent so I know where I parked.I always walk aimlessly in shopping malls albeit I have a specific destination. That’s why I’m never allowed to walk in front when shopping with muh’ sistas. Everytime kena label “walking with confidence”.

2. Where’s your left? ….My what??

Here’s a fascinating piece of secret that I have safely guarded all my life.

No one knows about it.

Not even my parents.

And for the 1st time ever, I shall reveal this shocking truth of me…I actually can’t tell left from right. Not until I was 10. That’s primary 4 for your information. Of course I do realize that all along but it never really bothered me; back then, I never had any reasons why I should know left from right, so I didn’t give a damn to learn.

Not until my year four class teacher, the very fierce Mr. Alex Peralta (yes, I’ll remember him my whole life….coz he looked like the Grinch and traumatized me with horrifying left/right tests) decided to test the whole class if everyone could tell left from right. He would say left and everyone had to raise their left hands quickly. I was panicking my back-then-skinny-ass off following other students’ hands and frantically switching them if I got mine wrong; praying that Mr. Peralta would not notice me panicking. I kinda forgotten why he did such a dumb test though.

Only then, mom bought me my first watch and I invented the best theory EVER. I would wear my watch on my left hand. I checked with mom to see which was left first of course. And that became my permanent left hands. My left hand is the hand with the watch. And that’s when I became the ever confident self I am today.

Hmm….I suppose that’s why I’m lousy at directions; I can’t even tell left from right since young. So its not my fault after all….hik.

3. I’m a BIG Disney freak.

A huge ass one. I know the names of Cinderalla’s mice. I can name you all the seven dwarves. Anytime, anywhere. I can sing all of the Little Mermaid’s songs. By heart. I know which song came from which cartoon. I know what the first Disney cartoon was. It was Snow White. 1939. When I was growing up, I had a complete collection of Disney cartoon video tapes. Up until I was in secondary, I never failed to watch a Disney video everyday.

And I’m bloody proud that I love Disney ok. I really have to give my mom a huge thank you here. It was her who has been generously buying Disney videos and books for me. Disney has been a huge part of my childhood and it still is to a certain extent to me now. I believed that it was all those Disney cartoons and books that helped me on my language skills. Had it not for Little Mermaid and Princess Aurora and what not, I could have grown up to talk like Phua Chu Kang for all I know.

So yeah, I’m a huge ass Disney freak, I’m bloody proud of it and I thank mom for introducing me to every children’s fantasy……Disney. I think all children should watch 1 Disney Cartoon everyday. Maybe I should start a campaign or something. Ha ha ha.

4. I like my fizzy drinks salted. Heavily.

Yes people, I put spoonfuls of salt into my Coke, my Sprite, my 7-Up and all other fizzy drinks. Its to get rid of the gas completely. I don’t know why but I have this phobia of farting loudly in public if I drink fizzy drinks. You know, from all the gas. So I always put spoonfuls of salt in my fizzy drinks until its totally gasless. Then I won’t fart loudly right?

Some people say that salted Coke tastes like sea water; but I sure as hell like it very much. Also, I can fantasize being one of those beautiful evil concubines putting poison into a rival’s drink with an evil grin as the salt sizzles loudly in the drink. I always wanted to be an evil concubine. Macam perasan The Banquet like that lah. I’ve been caught doing it more than once already. Ha ha ha!

5. I’m deathly afraid of…..chickens.

I’m not afraid of giant lizards. I’m not afraid of giant snakes. I would gladly put a scorpion or tarantula on my hands. I not afraid of sleeping in a tub of live maggots. But…I’m deathly afraid of chickens. In fact I’ve posted a blog on this issue sometime ago.

I know it’s a weird animal to be scared of. I can’t remember exactly when I developed such a phobia. But every time I see a real live chicken walking, every single strand of hair on my body would tingle. A chicken would scare the freaking daylights out of me. Scare me with a chicken and I’ll hate you for life. I’ll cast a voodoo spell on you if I could.

Those scaly legs with sharp nails.

Those long shiny brown feathers.

Those shiny, beady eyes that never blinks.

That disgusting red dangly shit under its crooked beak.

Its ability to fly and pounce on you.

Oh my god……I think I need to stop here. I’m all alone right now….

6. I don’t do urinals

Not even if my bladder is going to explode. I just can’t pee on urinals. I HAVE to do my business in a well locked up private cubicle. I can never explain why. Maybe because I’m afraid that someone might peep. Maybe its due to hygiene reasons. I’ll never know for sure. Also, I cannot do a no.2 anywhere else but in the comfort of my home’s toilet. I can’t do it in public toilets, I can’t do it in other people’s houses, not anywhere. Only in my own homes. I don’t know why, Mr. hanky just wouldn’t come out. I consider that pretty weird.

Ps: My personal big project ids finally accomplished; watch out for s super exciting post right after this. Mak edit gambar gambi dolu.