When Insanity And Creativity Collaborate...: The Ten Things Tag...By Bunneh

Why why WHY does this keep happening!?!?! I don't deserve to be tagged, dammit!! Oh, well. Not that ranting would do me any good because in the future you people will still tag me. Right, guys??

So, let's just succumb ourselves to the obvious and start typing. Just don't blame me if this gets too long and wordy because being the Drama Queen, I like to tell stories. Even stories that don't really make sense.

I like to - laugh. I have an infectious laugh. It is a loud, deep-from-within kind of sound that will either freak people out or influence them to join me. I'm not afraid to unleash it as a tool and a weapon. My laughter comes in different forms. Each laugh is different from the next and it's unique that way. People don't understand why I laugh the way I do but, hey. It's called laughter from inside. It's genuine. It's real. I will laugh at the smallest things. I don't have much to laugh at when I'm at home so whatever pent-up laughter I keep inside, I let it go when I'm out. I'm not a joker. I don't tell jokes. I laugh at them more than I tell them. I'm just a happy person. My glass is always half-full. I don't do half-empty glasses. Do you know what I do with half-empty glasses?? I throw them back at your half-empty head.

I am allowed - to have a boyfriend because Mom says so. Ya lahh, she action only. Later see how she'll react when I bring home a future son-in-law. On a more serious note. I am allowed to drive around IF AND ONLY IF the Monsta is available. The Monsta being that pile of baby blue metal I call my car. Which really isn't available all that much, come to think of it. I really need to get a car of my own.

My favourite part of my body is - my hair. Nobody has hair like mine. I used to yearn for straight hair and rebonded mine three times, no less. And then I saw Minahs with curls. MINAHS, OKAY!!! For a while, I was not a happy camper. I had to wait for like a year before the half-curly half-straight all-disaster hair returned back to normal. I've regretted the decision and have ever since stuck to my natural locks. Yes, it takes half an hour to do my hair but they're worth the effort. Hey, it pays to look good. OR slightly beter. People won't think of you as a slob. Besides, God gave me these curls to show them off and treat them right, not to let them grow into a rat's nest.

If I could fix one part of my human body - it would be my fats. As much as I had to admit it, these babies have got to go, man. I always thought you shouldn't need to change whatever there is that is unnecessary to change. There is this niggling thinking in my mind that you change yourself because you are insecure with who you are and your inner chick. And for what?? Just to show people that you can?? Come one, get real. It's not like as if your whole body was scarred from a fire or your face got splashed by acid. So, unless it is really necessary like for example, you're a female but you look like a male then do it. At the end of the day when you face God at Judgement Day, he won't be seeing your newly done looks. He'll be seeing the real you, ugly or otherwise.
I hate - anal people. I really despise them. I think they're the worst kind of people. I know I can be anal sometimes but that's because I do it on purpose and I KNOW I'm being anal. Anal people don't know they're anal. They don't get that what-the-fuck looks on other people's faces when they've said something anal. Like this girl I met a party sometime ago. I swear to God I have never known anyone so anal that I wished I could throw her into the sea. Seriously. First, she has that neck-grating distinctive high voice that is somewhere between Donald Duck and inhaling Helium. Next is of course, the anal-est things she says. Like identifying a huge yellow plateau-like bump on the road as a hump that couldn't possibly be a zebra crossing. Or asking the father of the birthday girl in UTMOST WONDER why there were 23 candles in the packet instead of 21. Like, hello?? Ever heard of EXTRAS?? Where does she come from?? Is she from another planet?? She is worse than our lecturer Doc Anal whose name suggest her very behavior. Unbelieveable. This may be one of the reasons why I prefer interaction with animals at the zoo rather than animals of the human kind. At least they're not anal.
If I could date a female celebrity, I would date - Victoria Beckham. I really like her. I like the way she smiles and her girlish laughter and her very elegant way of talking. People think she's a snob but you can so tell by the way she converses that she was brought up well. See, that's the difference between snobs and culture vultures. If ever had dinner with her, the first question I would ask her is: When are you going to give Becks a daughter?? I mean, you know how footballers treat their daughters. They treat them like princesses!! Royalty!! I've seen how some of the footballers playing in England carry their daughters around. There's just so much love in their eyes for their precious gems. Anywayz, Posh does a mean Donald Duck impression which will surprise many people. Trust me, I've heard it and I am absolutely tickled by it!! How cute is that?? I'm telling you, no snob would want to be caught dead doing that sort of nonsense. Not even Paris Hilton.
If I could date a male celebrity, it’s - many. Many, many, MANY male celebs. I have about fifty on my stalking list right now. I just don't have the time or finances to pursue these dreams of mine. I would like to date Orlando Bloom because although I do not think of him as a stud muffin, I do feel that he has those dashing white knight-like qualities about him. Plus, he's English and I just adore the English accent. I would love to add David Beckham to my list but I think Posh would chew my head off and I really have loads of respect for her. Another male one my list would be Jensen Ackles. Now, HE is a certified stud muffin. From Days of Our Lives up till Supernatural, I have followed his journey from a young starry-eyed tween to a muscled man. Hailing from Texas, even his twang doesn't annoy me. In fact, I'm LOVIN' it.
I’m attracted to - stud muffins. I am shallow that way. It's one of my few vices. I'm attracted to equally shallow men whom have a high level of egoism just for me to shoot down with my bazooka of words. I eat them up for breakfast and spit them out just before dinner. I like Alpha Males because they're arrogant, obnoxious, overbearing jerks that love to be in charge. Stud muffins are usually like that. Even though I like being in charge, I also like to be taken charge of and I will not go down without a fight. I will give in eventually albeit reluctantly. You just have to know the right tactics to use. Kinda like him Tarzan, me Jane. And because they're overbearing, I expect them to go head-to-head with me during arguments. Any less than that is like as though they're not man enough for me. I like solidly built machines that are bigger than me so much so I can stand behind them and no one would notice me. Ohh, did I say machines?? I'm sorry...MEN. I am attracted to Caucasians a.k.a Mat Sallehs a.k.a Ang Mohs. Don't ask. It's just a preference. I laugh at males with man-boobs a.k.a moobs. I told you I was shallow.
I hate it - when people bring their sour faces with them outside. It sucks when you're having fun while one very clever party-pooper poops on your funtime and rains on your parade. I have had countless encounters with these species and they're no better than those anal ones I mentioned earlier. If you're bringing your long black face with you along to meet the rest of us, it's better that you go home and sleep, I always say. People notice you're not feeling the same way because of the lack of enthusiasm on your part. Why bother even showing up to meet when all you want to do is sulk?? Go away. Nobody wants to hold a pity-party with you. Having a pity-party takes loads of work and at the end of the day, all you feel is tiredness, frustration and a bucket of tears. So what I suggest is to take that bucket, stick your head in it and cry by youself. Misery does NOT love company.
I prefer to sleep - with pillows propped up high. I do have a nice Jean Perry pillow I use but sometimes, I like to pile it with another pillow, this time a small one. I like to have loads of pillows around me so everywhere I turn, there is some form of comfortable support and I don't need to drag my pillows with me. I sleep with Joaquin plugged into my ears. He sings lullabies which help me sleep. Although sometimes I end up doing a one-man karaoke in the dark albeit for a short while. I also like to sleep with Shan. He's my turtle. I usually grab hold of his tail although sometimes it may slip my grip when I'm asleep. I will wake up in the middle of the night to get ahold of him. I am a naughty sleeper. I WILL shove my bedpartner away roughly if my bedpartner invades my space. I have been known to use my sister's bum as a pillow of sorts. I wouldn't know if she farted in my face or not. Mostly, I sleep on my right side and will therefore wake up with a crick in my neck sometimes. Ohh, and I snore. For real.