I was reading a newly found and discovered celebrity blog just now and I must say, even though she looks like she doesn’t amount to much on the english language and blogging dept and also not forgetting the fact that she’s not a teacher lah, cantik person lah and whatever other haprak, What she wrote on her blog is actually quite funny and intresting. Before you get you hopes up high, NO, she doesn’t inspire (not much) & no, her english is not boombastic fantastic, in fact she uses singlish and a mix of malay english, but at least she writes with honest wit & thoughts AND she doesn’t give crap about suicides lah whatever nots lah, so yeap, very my kinda slack reading corner I might say. I’ve added her at the sidebar so if you’re able then find the new entry there & go see for yourself. I like blogs like her. Celebrities who writes with wit & at least a bit of intelligence & dignity. Not like SOME “Stars” (oklah, actually only 1 or 2 irritating ones) who has a blog just for the sake of being ‘in’ and not coz’ they are really about blogging or serious about writting but just want to be part of the crowd. Some normal folks blog even better than all these Celeb bloggers or these so called popular bloggers. For example there’s this woman blogger called Bazilla, then there’s this guy called Adam and his friend Mr Dopamine Dreamer… I find their blog quite an intresting mix of condiments. Got sad, happy, silly, idiotic, dry wit, Sarca moments, etc.. you name it, they got it! Vulgarities? Don’t say, it comes out in abundance..
But yea, okay, enough of them folks. I din’t blog to talk about them, I wanna talk about me! Like Duh! It’s my blog you goondu so who else would I talk about…

See, in one of these blogs I discovered got this game the blogger played about how you’re supposed to list 6 things/habits that you think is perculiar & weird about you. After reading it, it got me thinking, Maybe I should list down MY list of eccentric behaviours or thingey and reflect on what a weirdo/nutcase I am! So here we go!!

(mind you, some of these infos might be tooooooooo much info… )

1) I have this obsessive habit of reading the Obituary Section of any newspaper I get my hands on.
Even if it’s the Cina Paper, I would still go to the aforesaid section and see see. I guess this habit of mine not that bad coz’ thru the same habit, I found out about the death of a fellow blogger’s mum, the death of a former neighbour, the death of an old Grandaunt on my biological mum’s side. I dunno what makes me do so, but it could be because, since my parent’s seperation I don’t keep in contact with my mum’s side of the family, so maybe it’s just me subconciously making sure that I don’t miss out on any family member’s departure. Also, and this is the weird part, I get a perverse sense of curiosity and wonder when I read the name of the deceased and the family members. Like what’s the children’s name, grandchildren, they marry who, which ang moh is the son or daughter attached to..etc… Like that lah.


2) I hate stinky folks, stinky rooms, stinky clothes, stinky breath, stinky everything lah~!
Of course when the person is your friend you can’t do anything but of course I would try to “help” abit by telling them nicely and in secret and giving tips on preventing the erm, “aroma”, from wafting stronger. I just feel like it’s my duty as a friend to help so that my friend would not be spoken badly of behind his or her back. But seriously, under normal circumstances, I really cannot tahan stinkos lah beb. Can pengsan I tell you. Dunno how these people can go about their life stinking like that. Dengan rambut yang tak di cuci smelling like their stinky unwashed pillows! Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkk!!!! *blaerch*

3) I have this other habit of ‘MUST’. I MUST eat sambal goreng and plain rice, with no other gravy or dish, on the 1st day of raya, when I am at my grandma’s place. MUST. If I can’t find the Sambal Goreng dish or it’s not cooked then I would feel like the Raya day is not complete, Tak Cukup Syarat lah gitu. Yet again, dunno why. Just a weird obsessive complusive behaviour/habit. Probably because I very very the love my late grandma’s cooking and her sambal goreng especially that even after she has passed, and the sambal goreng is cooked by my aunt, I would still think it’s the best sambal goreng ever (though seriously, when I think back again, it’s NOT! my aunt’s cooking and nenek’s is TOTALLY tak sama…sighs..) Maybe it’s because of the utensils and pots & pans that they use lah.. berkat periuk belanga nenek aku..heee..

4) I hate to be disturbed in the mornings when I’m on the way to work or when I’m on a solitary lunch break and I’m doin my own stuff be it dreaming, reading, listening to my iPOD. Just don’t disturb my little “space” @ that moment in time coz’ that’s when I am replenishing my uhm..’energy’ to keep up that hyper crazy mode I’m always in that drives people around me nuts!

5) I don’t know how to react when I have no small talk or nothing to say. IT.IS.THE.MOST.WEIRD.THING. The most thing I’ll do would be smile the very tak ikhlas smile. gawd..

6) I feel the most happy & serene, and might I say sedated when I am in a Borders, Kinokuniya, Page One, Spotlight, Ikea, Carrefour & The Library. ONLY in these places. Even more so in those bold ones. Dunno why but the smell of the place is verrrrrrry therepheutic for me. I dare say, most times I stroll in with a happy loopy grin & a heart full of song singing Lalalalallalalalalalalallalalalalalal all to my dear little happy self! Wippeeee!! (yes, people get high with drugs, booze or chocolate, yours truly get high with the smell of new wood furniture, new books & the anticipation of spending money on worthless knick knacks!)

7) I get heated up very easily. Not temper no. My body tempreture internally I mean. I cannot take Jamu frequently. (Jamu is a traditional indonesion herbal concoction). I cannot take honey everyday. I have to make sure I drink loads of plain water so that my body tempreture is balanced.

I would be very susceptible to flus, coughs, throat irritation and many other sickness at one point of every month. Why? I dunno, yet again. But I do notice that it would usually be before that time of the month so most probably it has something to do with the fluctuating hormones.

9) My monthly cycle is not monthly. It is so erratic that when I was younger I had blank spaces of 2 or 3 months without it. It is also very sensitive to changes in my diet habits & stress levels that even the slightest tweak would make it MIA for months! No I am not kidding. I did not have it checked with the docs coz’ too scared what they might say. But I guess it’s not a malignant thing coz’ I don’t have ultra painful cramps and no yucky blood or anything coming out…only diarrhea symptoms (told ya it’ll get graphic and too much info..:P)

10) Now this is the embarrasing but still weird fact about me: I have loopy boobs. You know how one booby is smaller than the other? (men won’t know lah, for them a boob is a boob.Period.) Yups mine are like those things. Very the obvious, but thanks to clothings and padded bras it’s not visible to naked eye. (no pun intended) I use to think I was some weirdo and that it should be kept hush hush, but hell, it’s my bod & I’m proud of it, Fats & loopy boobs & all! Yea, sure being a typical girls I would say how fat I am or I need to lose weight but seriously the thought would dissipate in a matter of seconds after… can never keep up with my resolutions lah. The day that a man is gonna crit my body without with or without knowing me, then that’ll be the day that my hand would slap or punch a guy in the face for the 1st time.
I just don’t think any guy has the right to say things, even if they mean it or it’s the truth, that can make a girl loose or waiver her self confidence in her own image. Men like those are jerks who obviously does not own a mirror big enough to show HIM how bad HE looks! Either that or he’s a blind cockatoo!

So there. I’ve said it. All my weirdness. I still don’t believe I have stated the loopy boob thingey. Sheesh..