Tag - Five Weird Habits

This was previously lost when I was re-organising my blogs. I've done a bit of editing but nothing that changed the meaning of the context.

Okay, Cookala tagged me for this blog game.

The rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.

Here's my weird five (only five?):

1. When I was small, I used to keep a diary. I didn't have a locker to keep it in and I was always afraid that other people would read the entries, so I wrote in a code which I invented using alphabets and numbers. I sometimes still do, such as with my passwords. Code aside, most people still don't understand my gibberish. Conversation-wise, I would sometimes blurb out sentences, meaningless to my family. When asked, I would tell them I was continuing from the conversation we had a week ago, much to the chagrin of my family. Heh.

2. I'm obsessive about most things and almost perfectionist about things I feel should be perfected. As a child in school, I had terrible handwriting and a teacher in my grade one class commented on it to the whole class. From then on, I worked so hard to improve my handwriting, now everyone says I have such beautiful handwriting. They never knew. Now, when I have to hand-write notes, I would throw them away if my handwriting is not good enough in my eyes. I will re-write until I am satisfied and if I am not, I'll resort to have them typewritten on the computer.

3. Obsessiveness continues (heh) - I'm obsessive about cleanliness though my own area is at most times untidy (excuse: I never seem to be able to find the time to tidy up and they get untidy again pretty soon despite my trying to organise things. Hey but when I arranged stuff, I need to arrange them neatly row by row without one item out of place). I hate dirty toilets and people picking their noses in public. I also hate hair falling all over the face and have to resist the urge to snip them off (I'm talking about other people's hair since mine is neatly behind my ears except for a bit of fringes or else they're frizzed up neatly).

4. I do most things with my left hand and left leg but when I played hop scotch when I was a child, I hopped with my right leg. Now, I write with my left hand but I can hold a fork, spoon and knife in the correct manner. I also hold chopsticks with my right hand where they should rightly be. When I sitting for my secretarial examinations, I wrote with my right hand when my left hand got tired from all the writing.

5. I hate bright lights and can read well in dim lights. I hate tight clothings and labels or clothings which scape my skin when I wear them. I usually cut out the labels from my tee-shirts.

Does that count? Okay, here's another one. I prefer savoury not sweet food for breakfast. If I'm stuck with only a piece of cake, I'll probably eat it only if I am near starvation because it's sweet not savoury. Otherwise, a cup of milo would do.

Okay, now I have to do some tagging. I tag DaniB, Alson Teo, Sharon (Ren), vmh (Vicky) and Messalina. Have fun!

And Happy New Year, people.

P/S: I know I'm ranting again. That's why I should stick to writing verses because at least I'm compelled to condense my rants.

PP/S: I forgot to write about the weird weird stuff such as encounters of different kind and deja vu experiences, heh.