Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

What a day! First, I had self-delusional customers whom believe that they can get what they want if they assert their willpower over me (though they forget that even if they get past me, they still have the bulk of the law to face), then I had great fun in the office getting shot at, hypnotised, and poked by my colleagues (you would think it was Hollywood inside there today!), and then I realised that I got tagged by Veron while I was showing off my blog!

If daily life was made of bananas, today was a tropical blend of apples, bananas, pineapples, watermelons, durians, and everything nice!

5 things you didn’t know about me

1. I have an irrational fear for cockroaches: While I got over most of my other childhood fears like being alone in the dark, getting lost, or taking lifts; I never really conquered my fear for those brown-shelled monsters. Whenever I go near one of those things, it would start to scurry towards me. It really creeped me out, especially since one crawled into my pants while I was sleeping back when I was still living at my old house.
2. I curl up when I sleep at night: Call me the New Age Sensitive guy, whenever I sleep, it is always with a bolster, tucked nicely into my legs while I hugged it. One of my close friends once told me that the foetal position was an expression of insecurity, so I guess this speaks volumes about my inner tendency. I feel really nice and comfortable sleeping that way, so no psychological test is going to stop me from doing that!
3. I hate telephone calls: Somehow, this has stuck to me since my primary school days, when I got all fired up whenever my friends call me. Initially, my young little mind got the impression that they were out to disturb me, so I started ignoring phone calls, unless I really felt like answering them. It got worse when I got a mobile phone with caller identification. Since that made call screening easier, I was more selective about the calls that I pick up. That my phone plan has free incoming calls didn’t help me kick this bad habit. It has gotten better these few years, though when I feel under the weather, the phone stays off.
4. I love to drink milk: I read somewhere that a good portion of the world population is lactose-intolerant. That’s most definitely not me. Since I was young, I have been addicted to milk. So if you have been wondering why I am that big-sized, it was all the milk-guzzling. I had my worst milk binge back during my days in National Service. At that time, for the two days per week that I book out from camp, I would polish off 2 litres of milk during my precious hours at home. While I don’t siphon milk like I used to any more, I still relish the few times I allow myself to indulge.
5. I cry: No sane guy would publicly admit that he does weep, since there is always the stigma that cry-boys are weak. I am not sane; and I cry. It is a very good emotional vent, and I don’t harm anybody else. I scare away my friends even more when I roar, so I choose to shed tears instead. Sometimes all these happen during my dreams, and I wake up with absolutely no recollection as to why I cried. After each bout, I would feel calm and relaxed, like a huge load lifted.

Tagging time!

Now that you have taken an intrusive peek into my personality, I want to take a look into YOURS! If your name is on the list, now you are IT!

• Badaunt
• Bing De
• Gonococcus (Done!)
• Desmond (Done!)
• Patrick

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