… when presented with a variety of dishes, I have to get a little piece from each dish because I pity the dish that doesn’t get tasted.

… cutting my nails at night freaks me out. When I was a kid, our housekeeper shared a superstition that when you do this, one of your parents will die. I think it’s silly but I don’t cut my nails in the evening anyway.

… I have to shout out “Locked!” when I lock anything. Just so I don’t forget that I locked it.

… when I asked my sister what’s weird about me, she couldn’t think of anything. Don’t siblings always think there’s something weird about the other? I’m weird because my sister can’t think of a weird thing about me. Or maybe she’s weird.

… when on iTunes, I always listen to my playlist in this order: least played to most played.

… ending a phone conversation with a friend cannot happen when the time ends with “5″, ex. 5:25, 4:15. It has to be some unexact number like 3:17 or 8:29.

… it’s a sad day when an entry does not have comments.

… covered manholes freak me out. I feel the lid isn’t sturdy enough so I walk around those things.

… I talk about my Sims like they were my friends. Case in point: Over meals, conversations with my Sim-addicted sister would go, “And then I left her alone in the garage and when I came back from the CR, she was kissing her roommate! What the hell, right? They’re turning the dorm into Melrose Place.” My sister goes, “What? But they didn’t have crushes with each other and they were making out?” I go, “I know! They’re so weird.” And my Mom would pipe in and go, “Who are you talking about?!” Then my sister and I would go, “Our Sims.” Heehee.

… I can twist my thumbs in a 180 degree angle. Seriously.

Tagged by gracey, whose brain cringes at the sight of dried gum on the pavement.

And I’m tagging you if you have a favorite M&M color (mine’s green, by the way).

Well whaddayaknow? I just won a raffle over at Shai’s virtual party. And I never win raffles. W00t! This one’s extra special then! I won a handcrafted art journal, prepared by Shai herself. The best thing about the art journal is that while it was personally put together by Shai, the theme of each page was inspired by different bloggers. One blogger would give a color and a word, for example “violet” and “pineapple”, and Shai would create a page around those words. It’s an online collaboration. I feel super honored to have won it.

Thank you, good luck! You have not graced me with your presence in the past raffles, but you’ve sure made up for it now. Now why don’t we go to that Lotto stand over there…

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I’ve been out of sorts the past few days. It started with body pain and a slight fever. I attributed it to the weather having PMS — hot one minute, rainy the next. Cranky, moody weather. And then I got bogged down with pharyngitis. Damn virus. Then I had to travel, and I got a bit better. Towards the end of the trip though, I felt my sore throat making a comeback. And when I got back to Manila, boom! The pharyngitis had a sequel, and it was worse than the original. Sorta like Matrix Reloaded. Or The Next Karate Kid.

Getting sick is such a hassle. I can’t cuddle up to loved ones for fear of infecting them. I can’t drink cold water because it hurts my throat. I can’t eat my comfort food chips and salsa because it scratches my throat. I can’t talk without coughing. I can’t sleep if I don’t have two huge pillows under my head. I can’t speak without sounding like Minnie Mouse. At least I can still talk through the keyboard!

That penguin in the pic captures exactly how I feel now. I’m so tired of being sick. Be well, my friends. Getting sick absolutely sucks.

Photo by Oimax

I’m just kidding. These are called Chef ‘n Leaf Shears — a quick and easy way to cut lettuce. If I owned one, I’d called it my Alligator Lettuce Shears. I don’t need to explain now, do I?

Why do we need lettuce shears? We can easily tear it with our hands! This contraption can be used with one hand. So if you’re a multi-tasker, you can cut up your lettuce with one hand, and maybe whisk a thousand island dressing with the other.

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