Ad Infinitum

I got this meme ( I like to pronounce it as "me-me" even if "meem" is the correct way to say it!) during one of my bloghops and I’m answering it here because 1.) I’m bored and  2.) I believe I’m important enough to interest people to read trivias about myself! =Þ

Sometimes I wonder why we send people these quizzes when I believe most of them couldn’t even care less. Heck,do they even read it? But I do read other people’s answers because…well I love reading and I read anything and everything. And there are really those whose answers are really interesting. ‘Nuff said. I’ll start now. For those who share my present state of vanity, I would love to see your answers too. Babs (see, I’m so certain that she will come lurking around my blog!), what are you waiting for????

20 Random Facts About Myself

1. I would never be caught dead wearing stirrup pants, shoes with tassels, and sandals with stockings!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. I somehow judge a person’s grammatical proficiency by the way s/he uses "who" and "whom."

3. I am currently obsessed with plimsolls.

4. I do not like Math, and Math doesn’t like me too.

5. I have a love-hate relationship with myself though the hate part usually predominates.

6. When the car I’m riding goes too fast, I always have this bizarre thought of expecting someone to suddenly come out of nowhere and get run over.

7. I cannot write but I do not admit it so I blame it on a mythical case of permanent writer’s block.

8. Two of my greatest fears in life are to lose my memory, and eyesight.

9. Sometimes I feel I’m unlucky in many ways because I usually find myself sitting beside the guy with halitosis in the bus; get my atm card swallowed by the machine when I’m down to my last cent; and find my contact lens washed down by running water on days when I cannot and should not wear my ugly glasses.

10. I have an über low tolerance for dense people, long lines, and anything that requires waiting.

11. I get into an impulse-buying rage at the sight of glossy magazines and books.

12. I have two left feet.

13. I lean more towards passive-aggressive than direct resistance or confrontation.

14. With the exception of alcohol, I drink everything like a fish.

15.  I’ve no fondness for reality tv shows and have never watched one.

16.  I’ve always had this irrational fear of falling or slipping especially in public places like the moviehouse.

17. I’ve just recently learned that earworm is what you call a music or song that keeps playing in your head even long after you’ve heard it.

18. I pretend that I don’t speak and understand the Chinese language here in China when I encounter rude and unaccommodating people for the satisfaction of giving them a hard time.

19. I’d rather you kill me than make me do anything artistic, sports and culinary stuff.

20. I do not and will never like Burberry’s check design.

The driver of the bus that I took yesterday morning was a crazed lunatic (forgive me for the redundancy because it is the only way I know to describe what a freak he was). All throughout the thirty-minute ride that my life depended on his dementia-induced driving (he was going in zigzag directions and rushing on to green lights probably because he’d turn ten times more deranged if he stopped at red), I clutched on to my bag like dear life ( fearing more for it than my dear life actually), worried that it will slip from my grip. If that really happened and the car crashed, I picture a crowd of people gathered around the scene of the accident with my dear tote bag making the headlines:

BUS ACCIDENT KILLS BAG’S UGLY SECRETS,

WOUNDED SHAMED OWNER’S PRIDE AND GOOD REPUTATION

And then it would go on to describe the following horrible and shocking finds:

1.) an empty plastic bag from Kentucky the purpose of which still baffles the media ( well don’t they know that in the country where I came from, it’s normal to collect grocery bags, restaurant bags and shopping bags and all other kinds of plastic bags because we use them to deposit refuse? We even hoard the fancier shopping bags for future use to show off that we’ve got stuff from these popular, expensive stores).

2.) a cellphone where the wallpaper reveals the owner’s chagrined attempt at striking a Gisele Bundchen pose.

3.) a dog-eared notebook with notes like "check (for the 15th time) how to identify a participle," "don’t forget to get a copy and "forget to return" the October issue of City Guide magazine at Starbucks without ordering — avoid the  Raffles outlet, was there last month," " look up the conversion of Celsius to Fahrenheit (nobody should know this!)" and "find out if ending my sentences with a preposition would make me a criminal."

4.) an eyeliner sharpened to its very last, "unsharp" and tiny end that one wonders if it’s really used to draw the brows of a person, or more as a pencil for a sketch pad or coloring book.

The remaining other articles are either too personal or too disgusting to mention. But you’re free to think of a decapitated lipstick as one among them.

The next time I come across that same fast and furious driver, I will gladly and patiently wait for the next bus to come. Better to delay my travel for some minutes or even an eternity, than risk my life and good name under his reckless driving. There’s a more glamorous and better way to die, or become popular, or both.