One.
I wet my hair at night. So I don't take a bath in the morning. No,
not that I don't really
take
a bath....just....half-bath
as we call it. Many say it's really “damak”
or “luod”
not to wet the hair in the morning; but really, does dirt really
accumulate in the hair at night – in bed – while cuddling your
pillows? Contradictorily, I think those who take half-baths at night
actually transmit the dirt and germs they've acquired whilst outside
their homes to their sleeping thrones – well, the hair's easier to
wash than the linens... And really, the most the
sleeping-with-a-wet-hair can do is get your hair in uniquely
different styles everyday – but I still choose to do my hair to my
trademark ponytail though.
Two.
I'm the darkness
girl.
It's not an obvious fact to people who barely know me, but for my
high school super classmates who's been with me for 3 years, they've
really somehow attributed “darkness” to me. Why?
It's because most of the time, I take the side of the “evil”
ones like the Fire Nation (of Avatar:
The Last Airbender)
and the Slytherins (of Harry
Potter).
Also, I get pleased when someone gets killed in
fictional
movies, books, and especially
in Filipino teleseryes.
Yes,
it hurts sometimes to kill off these characters (especially the
most-loved characters in the books), but it really does bring out
some feelings from the audience (Hah. Excuses..). For the Filipino
teleseryes,
I
think deaths of protagonists would make the storyline more exciting
and less predictable. How easy is it to kill off the characters,
really. Another, I have so longed to know about guns and knives and
use them for defense.
I don't mean to kill though, but maybe I could serve in the military
in some secret elite group that aims to trim down the number of
criminals roaming free...or maybe a Death
Note's
gonna be an easier way? Cute.
On a serious tone, sometimes I get scared of myself though, if I
could really do or mean whatever I'm blabbing about here about
violence and death. But here's a good advice: don't let me lose my
nerve on you – the most I can do is murder you on my mind.
Three.
I'm still waiting for my Hogwarts acceptance letter to be delivered
by one of the school's owls. You'd think I'm a bit over aged for
that – being a seventeen-year-old waiting for an
eleven-year-old-magic-folk's school acceptance letter from the best
school of magic there is: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
But I don't really care, I would grab the opportunity to study in
this awesome school even if my Trace's just broken (there's a benefit
there, actually). I'll never lose hope of ever getting that coveted
letter – because I believe....I'm a witch, and a pretty awesome one
once trained up a bit....
3
other random, weird facts about me:
-Sometimes,
I randomly laugh for no reason. Good thing I do that with my closest
friends around – or I'll be perceived as a.....you know what I
mean. They don't know why I'm laughing. I don't know why I'm
laughing. Maybe.....I just remembered something really funny –
something that just popped into my head at that random moment? Or
not. Or something. Oh, I don't knooow...
-I'm....BOUNCY.
I was bouncy
back in high school. I guess I couldn't be that, now I'm in college,
except when I'm with my high school classmates. It's the imploring
eyes and bouncy ponytail, not to mention the cheeky cheeks, whenever
I bounce up and down at random moments while having little chats
while standing up. But it's really weird, isn't it?... Bouncy...
-I'm
easily moved to tears. No, it's not being iyakin,
or sensitive, or hormonal.. Weirdly, most of the time I don't know
why I get teary-eyed! Or maybe it's just the wind, or the sunlight,
or the yawn. Hah. Excuses...
Forgive
me, for this very long post and those 3 more facts –
that's...magis.
:D
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