Alright … good old Rilla tagged me, so I guess it’s time to sit on ickle Wordpress and carry on the chain. *spirit fingers moment*
The Rules
- Link to your tagger and post these rules.
- Share 7 facts about yourself: some random, some weird.
- Tag 7 people at the end of your post and list their names and link to them.
- Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
My Facts:
- If any readers don’t know already (either from older entries or elsewhere online), I’m gay. A great many people seem to think I’m either female or an extremely unusual male, so I wanted to clarify.
- I have an apparently bizarre obsession with guys’ arms and hands. I find them incredibly sexy - they’re
the first thing one of the first things I look at on a guy, apart from physical imperfections (scars, freckles, crap hair, bad shoes, etc.).
- I weight 45kg (99lbs), I’m 175cm (5′9″) and my BMI is something dangerously low.
- I am an Irish dancer.
- My screennames tend to change a lot (Jen can attest to this notion; I’ve had more LiveJournals over the past two years than I can count on two hands); I never seem to be satisfied with one long enough …
- Not a day has passed in the last two years without me drinking at least one cup of tea.
- I’m not a virgin.
Okay! Tagging … Sue, Keng, Aisling, Hydora, Tracey, Imdolien and Kaylee. Let’s hope none of them ambush me for tagging them …
Posted on November 20th, 2007 | Filed under Random |
I want a recliner. Ironically, my house has an overly large lounge suite that looks so out of place I kept thinking I’d walked into the wrong room whenever I entered the living room, and it has several reclining capabilities … but all the same. Essentially, my laziness and boredom have not yet peaked (as far as I can tell, although these days it’s now a crime to wake up before 10 AM), but I’ll be expecting a whole day in bed (without prior intoxication or excessive physical exertion) some time soon.
I still feel as though I’m weighed down by something - as though I need to study for something … and then I turn around (literally) and find that it’s completely non-existent. *knocks on own head curiously*
So! *claps hands* Just a quick squiz at my life, as it stands at the moment:
NaNoWriMo - I abandoned my idea several days ago (due to lack of motivation, loss in enthusiasm for the plot, etc. etc. with the harrowing writer complaints), and that same night I vowed that I would force myself to cook up a fresh and innovative plot, with the first chapter done before bed. It is now four days later, and I’m staring at my screen (well, actually, this textbox in Wordpress scrolling slowly down) with absolutely no bloody idea what I’m going to do. In short - Motivation: 0%; Sanity: 85%. Might pull out this year due to the sheer amount of headdesking I’ve done the last four days. I’m with you there on the giving-up, Rilla, I’m with you there.
Post-HSC euphoria - has faded, to be replaced by boredom and laziness. To be expected, yes. I wouldn’t say that it was anti-climactic when I finished my exams; the good feeling just didn’t last as long as I’d anticipated.
Dancing - have still not returned to dancing, due to aforementioned … wait for it … boredom and laziness! Hurrah. Do not plan on going back until next year, due to extremely undesireable lack of fitness (who loves McDonalds? *flails hand* I do!) and general lack of substantial interest. To clarify, I do Irish dancing.
Job hunting - hasn’t started yet, although I promised myself I’d begin a week ago. All I know is Dymocks doesn’t like me, and I might consider applying at the candle shop Dusk. I’m willing to spend eight hours or more being branded “gay” (i.e. “Xuan, you’re working in a candle store, so you MUST be gay!”, even though I AM gay …) and buried in the thick fusion of different aromas (to be honest, half the candles don’t smell as they’re advertised, they just smell like play-dough) if it means “le moolah”.
… - I could swear I had a fifth one … no, scratch it, my life’s too monotonous to document a fifth point.
Okie dokies. Time to disappear for another (substantialperiodoftimehere), whilst I try and get back on my feet with all things not pertaining to sleep.
PS: Well, apparently I’m being generically “Asian” now - I’m moulting. At seventeen, no less. Have counted nine hairs fallen out in the past twenty-four hour period, without any disturbance to said hair. Methinks it might have latched on to Amanda’s ageing process entry. Eeep?
Posted on November 16th, 2007 | Filed under General, Life |
