Because He Said So (Part One)

And so Gabs tags me, hoping it would help lessen my writer's block.
Thanks a bit. But I think I'm feeling a little too nauseous today to write sixteen random facts about myself.

Ah well, nevermind. I'll do it anyway.

#1 - I'm a realist, not a cynic. (Or perhaps another way around. I really can't tell.)

#2 - I think that you're a second rate, trying-hard, copier machine. (Well, basically, everyone is. Almost. Since anything and everything has been tried before, we're only really modifying old concepts. As Gabs had put it earlier, nowadays, there's no such thing as originality.

#3 - #2 reminded me of the competition I entered for making a music video. There is a 20% allotted for originality in the judging criteria. And, well, that'd be pretty hard to fill. A full 20%...how?

4# - The fact is, I have been longing to ask you this question: "What will you when I lose my voice, that I can't tell you I love you, anymore?" (Someone has answered this question. Thanks Xela.)

#5 - I enjoy enumerating things, and writing sentences down seperately, line-by-line. Most possibly because I'm so used to writing in paragraphs for essays and whatnot, that I've been accustomed to creating my drafts in outlines first. Enumeration just seems second nature to me.

#6 - I very well know that this tag is boring you by now.

#7 - For a girl, I'm very bad at doing chores.

#8 - Despite being given various awards in academics, I am known to have fantastically horrible memory. I oftentimes walk into a room and go out, trying to remember why I went there in the first place. Just a while ago, in the middle of writing this post, my sister tells me to go get the iron. So I go upstairs to the maid's room, get the iron and greet two of my cousins--one reading a book, and the other, I have no clue why she's there. I ask them where the iron is and they point to it. I take the iron, step outside the door, and turn off the lights. I take a step forward, and a step backward, when I heard one say, "hala!" (Oh no!) And I turn on the lights, apologizing.
Weird, isn't it?
Yet, just last year, I read a chapter of my biology book, and slept in class. And whenever we had a quiz regarding said chapter, I had a perfect score.
Oh, the random oddities in life.

#9 - #4 was from one time, when we celebrated Holy Mass at school. So I was sitting next to Xela, and the teachers were telling us to sing hymns when we needed to. (We were all too lazy.) So I was there, singing. And mid song, I broke off. And I told Xela that I actually have URI (Upper Respiratory Infection), and possibly laryngitis. And my ENT (Ear, Nose and Throat doctor - otorhynolaryngologist) had told me before not to sing, and that I should avoid unnecessary conversations. From that point on, whenever I sing during Holy Mass, or any time at all, she would hit me on the head, or kick me on the ankles. After the mass, I wrote, "ano nalang ang gagawin mo, kapag nawalan ako ng boses para sabihin sayo na mahal kita?" (What will you do if I lost my voice to tell you that I love you?) That was a joke of course, so she answered, "eh di isulat mo." (Then write it down.) So I wrote, "ganun?" (Is that so?) And she just nodded. Haha.

First half for now. Next time.