Basically, I have weird “rituals” and “categorization”.
First off. I have my own rules for things to be put in my pockets (pants’ pockets). They are : handphone in left front pocket, my SMU card dangling in right front pocket, and EZ-Link card+cashcard+Kopitiam card in right back pocket. Sometimes I slip some money in the right back pocket also, along with coins that were used for change. The left back pocket is usually empty since I always carry my bag on my left shoulder (my right shoulder has a problem) thus disabling me to put/take anything from my left back pocket. This “categorization” is the reason why I always get confused when I’m wearing something without pockets, e.g. skirts.

I still buy CDs. And sometimes I have a desire to buy original DVDs (never happened). Of course it’s weird regarding the fact I used to live in Indonesia. Well… If you catch what I mean =P

I play piano with my mind wandering. Sometimes. And I still play. At least my fingers do.
Yes.. My fingers have soul… They are scary…. Wheeeeeezzzzzz (dunno how to make/type a spooky sound)

I can’t speak Mandarin fluently nor read/write Mandarin flawlessly
Of course it’s weird considering I’m of Chinese heritage.. Sigh..
But I can assure you my Indonesian is excellent =P

I like drinking orange juice but I dislike eating oranges
Basically I dislike eating food that requires peeling/spitting out the seeds/making hands dirty+sticky. There’s a reason why spoon/fork/knife was invented. Or why an occupation like chef was invented. Like helloooooo?

Ok. 2 more.. What else.. Let me think…

I have good memory and have troubles “deleting” those unnecessary memories.
I still remember my elementary school’s lessons. Like the history of Indonesia. Or the Moral subject (ew). I still remember my father’s first handphone number. I remember all the license plate numbers of the cars my family used to have. Like WTF, rite? I wish I can “clean up” those memories and replace them with some more worthy ones. Like people’s credit card numbers? *rolls eyes*

Oh that makes the seventh thing..
I remember people’s names, not faces.
Well so to say, don’t be offended if I don’t remember you while seeing your face. I’m quite a shy girl and sometimes I don’t look up/directly when talking with people I don’t really know. That’s why your face will be so hard to be registered in my mind. However if you tell me your name, I pretty much can tell everything about you (reference : the previous point).

And that was 7!

And I don’t wanna tag…..

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