So the last time I visited this darn blog was when I was desperately trying to find solutions to my lack of a new blogskin problem. I even dabbled with dreamweaver trying to figure out CSS when in true Savoirefaire fashion, I abandoned the project due to unknown reasons. Now I have been tagged by a friend whom I didn't know had a blog until today. Immy, you are truly mysterious.

So here goes my list of 5 weird things about myself:

1. I WAS TERRIBLY SKINNY AS A KID til puberty hit. A friend of mine I hadn't heard from since 6th grade called up to be shocked out of her mind to hear that I was not as slim as she had imagined me to be just like I was before. okay, so this happens to everyone, so it's not so weird. Let's call this bullet a warm-up round. Or merely, some form of a shocker to those who don't know much about me.

2. I LIKE THE SMELL OF TOBACCO even though I don't smoke and have no real inclination to (except for the strange smoking dreams I used to have. But I like it so much so that I tracked down this fragrance Bodyshop used to produce called Tobacco Flower and bought a bottle online. And sometimes you can see me sniffing unlit cigarette sticks if I am bored and things. Same goes for sulphur-y smell of newly lit matches. It's a strange sect of pyromania that I belong to I think. Speaking of which, two nights ago, there was this HUGE fire in the block next to mine in Repulse bay, Hong Kong, where no one was at home fortunately, but the senior security guard passed away due to smoke inhalation :( and no, I didn't start the fire.

3. I AM A BIMBO FAILURE in the sense that I love clothes, fashion, bags, shoes, make-up, bath products, even watches and lots of jewellery but do not have the "discipline" or the money (I still have to discover where it all goes) to sustain the tennets and the demands of such a lifestyle. As a result, I lose alot of my stuff which I do buy, I have stopped wearing make-up completely, I try to take care of my skin as and when required. But oh, I still experiment with my very dry curly hair. The dream is still that one day when I am a successfully rich woman, I will indulge myself in all of those boutiques I am too poor currently to enter.

4. I AM PARANOID ABOUT PRIVACY in the sense that I hate it when people read my letters or mails, even emails. I am one of those people who will NEVER give my email password to anyone without ensuring that I change it. It doesnt really apply to official stuff like my school password and online result slip thingys cos I really can't be arsed, there isn't anything really personal in those things. This is all especially true when no one really emails me. :P Oh and I also discovered that unless your mails are encrypted, everyone's reading them, even more true now that I use Gmail. So this becomes a mostly irrational thing about me.

5. I HAVE A WEIRD THING WITH FLYING..I used to love it particularly as a child but have somehow normalized that fascination. Yet if I have not taken a flight in a year, I get these itchy withdrawal symptoms, like the year has gone wasted, nothing's been done, I haven't FLOWN out of the country, even if I have travelled out in a ferry or a bus etc. I think if I don't find a way to get a job that allows me to fly in the future, I will be in shit.

Ok, so those are not SOOO weird things but honestly, can't really think of anything at the moment. Lot's of my weirdness has been lost, was alot more interesting as a child I think and now I am thriving on the remains of it. MUST REVIVE WEIRDNESS! it's the only way to go really...

Oh, must now tag Faiza for this...

Desperately need a new layout for this site. I know it's been donkey years since I updated but somehow, this semester it seems like I just lost track of time, like I fell asleep and when I woke, I was a 100 years older like Van Winkle.

There are two kinds of things that preoccupy my mind, the inane but hugely important things, and the fantastical but hugely useless things. It's always a war between the two, but today I realise that neither one of them are winning, and that my brain has chosen to degenerate and wallow in benign filth, somewhat like the depression my dog creates so comfortably in the pile of dirty laundry when she has nowhere more comfortable to rest.

I need to go write a book or something.