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"Is it weird in here or is it just me?" Woody Allen

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a rustic analysis*
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buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*

halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
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moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]

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a weird tag* 

My dear Consuela, while you thought this would be a sweet revenge; haa…let me tell you that I embrace weirdness like a second skin. So this meme, which requires me, the tagged victim to reveal 5 weird things about myself, is somewhat ooooh such a breeze to do.

  1. I am a neat freak. That is somewhat different from a cleanliness freak, which I am too, but not as anal as to being a neat freak.

    How freaky, you ask? Very. I keep my apartment in picture perfect condition – like those you see in interior design or home décor magazines, where everything is in order. My books on the book shelf are placed in neat rows, arranged by height, by author. The items in my fridge are arranged with the labels in front (a bit like how you see them being arranged on the supermarket shelves) and the same apply for items in the kitchen cabinet. I also arrange my clothes by color. Sometimes I try to be naughty and throw in a red top with the white clothes.

    Have you not noticed that I even arranged my archives and blog links in alphabetical order?

    I wipe everything, even the cap of the ketchup and chilli sauce bottles. On alternate weekends, I also use cotton pads to wipe each and every leaves on all my plants. And I polish the leaves too.

    At work, I will clean up the mess above the priority of a tight deadline task. I cannot think straight in messy condition. And I shall stop here, in case I freaked you out already.

  2. As for my car, I keep the interior orderly, inclusive the boot area. But I couldn’t care too much to clean / polish the exterior. At most, I only wash my car once a month.

  3. Since young, I hate the idea of sleeping. I think it is such a waste of time. Thus, I learn to make do with only 4 - 5 hours. I do not nap until Smokey came along. It is always the same story - I will be lying next to him, placing my head near his stomach and then I will doze off to his purring lullaby. But I have put a stop to that - it's really unhealthy to sleep too much.

  4. And when I do sleep, I sleep funny. Irregardless of the temperature, I always have to have a blanket to cover my feet and with my head sandwiched between two pillows. I hate it when sometimes Smokey sleeps on top of the top pillow. Maybe that monkey is trying to smother me. And my fan is always on the lowest speed.

  5. Most friends find my choice of men odd - I find men whom others deemed as weird, sexy. Like Prince. Yum. Like Amy Search. Like Woody Allen. Like Adrien Brody. And if you must know, I also named two of my plants “Adrien” and “Brody” coz they were the long lanky type. Heh. How’s that for weird? Anyway, Brody recently had some fungus problem and had to be trimmed botak. I hope it will soon sprout some long lanky fingers and play the piano. Haa.

Please tag yourself if you are keen to share the 5 weird things about yourself too. And do let me know about it.

Gong Xi Fa Cai, everyone!
Gong Xi! Gong Xi!
Angpow lebih, bagi sini... :)

January 24, 2006 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 2:44 pm