Lily tagged me. So I guess I’d better do something about it, besides going over to her place and bonking her on the head (that sounds a little erm… wierd).
Anyway, here goes.
1. I am afraid of papayas.
Big, small, long, pointed, round – it doesn’t matter what size, shape or colour they come in. I am terrified of them. Oh and I’m talking about the real fruit here not erm, nevermind. I grew up in a plantation, and around my house, we had close to fourteen (14) papaya trees. Those huge, yellowish, bland papayas, which we had for dessert after every single meal (breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper) for eight years.
And you thought you were traumatised.
I guess this explains why I am scared of ‘fooking’ huge papayas as well.
2. I sing weird songs all the time.
All by myself. Random people I meet on the street must think that there’s something seriously wrong with me. Here’s a sample:
Tunku Abdul Rahman,
Bagi saya tengok,
Oh kung ng sap man (fined RM50).
Let’s go to the loo,
We’ve got lots of things to do (ahem),
And the food’s that finger licking good…
Charlie Charlie Chit Pom Pom…
Saya Charlie Chickadee,
Sungguh enak sekali,
Siapa nak lagi,
Saya Charlie Chickadee.
Lei kum kei hou yau (Lee Kum Kee oyster sauce),
Chee pong ka chee.
Note: The actual words should have been ‘chan hai hou mei’ which means really tasty. But as a kid, I misheard the lyrics, and thus I ended up singing it as ‘chee pong ka chee’ all these years. Brilliant.
Tora datang lagi,
Teng teng teng teng teng teng!
There was a man from Nantucket,
Had an ayam jantan so long he could suck it,
He said with a grin,
As he wiped off his chin,
If my ear were a tak boleh I’d fakta it.
3. I can’t stand Horlicks too.
Once, when I was twelve, just before boarding a plane, my mama forced me to drink a cup of that thick yellowish semen-like liquid. Bleargh.
Five minutes later, I was purging and throwing up in the toilet. Both at the same time. Imagine trying to reach the sink while you’re stuck on the toilet seat.
One word. Real mess. Brown, white, gooey, smelly stuff everywhere.
Come to think of it, I can’t bear Complan, Sustagen, Nestum and all other drinks with semen-like consistencies. Yuck.
I wonder how Lils… Nevermind. :p
4. I have a pet cicak in my office cabinet.
He does not have a name. Yet.
5. I have the blackest thumbs in the history of the universe.
Whatever I plant own, dies. I had a potted geranium once. I loved it to bits, and so I watered it every single day. With lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots aaaaaaand lots of water. It drowned and died.
Currently there’s a small cactus plant in my cubicle. I think it’s dead though – as the poor fella’s kinda brownish and well, sad looking.
6. I am obsessed with that crab catching programme on Discovery.
I want to be a crab catcher when I grow up.
I tag Dreymer, Differ, Spiller and Nine Millimetres.
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