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i am not a huggy person. i give hugs rarely. and only to the best people.
i love big dogs.
i can be a morning person, if need be. if not, i am very cranky.
i am not very fond of balloons. nor clowns.
i hate small talk.
i chew the tip of my straws if and when i use them.
i enjoy 'fake' strawberries.
i'm very good at licking ice cream, but bad at biting burgers.
i love my stapler.
you'll know it when i don't hear you when i smile a lot.
i am the most un-romantic person i know.
contrary to popular belief, i do cry easily.
i bite.

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Sunday, October 21, 2007
I still am my parents' baby

Haha. And after being 18 for almost 5 months now (now meaning me typing, not you reading), I do admit that I still am very much dependent on my parents.

So what do you do when you plan to study for The Final Exam for the subject that you absolutely abhor, fall asleep while hoping you won't have to take it, bolt upright after realizing the sun is already up, and find out that you really really have to take the God-forsaken Exam that's only an hour away?

You panic.

All you can do is rip the bandage of and deal with the pain (plus hope all your clotting factors are up and about). But when you walk to the bathroom and take your Final Bath, you realize that God made parents for a reason.

Then you call them up separately (one's already at work and one woke up to the sound of a ringing phone) and ask if they can find a way to move your flight home so you can take The Finals at the appointed date with much preparation. Then you cry and break down and go to sleep reassured that you have a way to redeem yourself.

Then you hear their voices again and heave a huge sigh of relief. That for three more days you get to live. And yes, there's that chance of seeing them again (+ 3 pesky brothers).

So you go to Zee Eh-Poht and flirt and smile to everyone so that you won't get that much of a hard time having your flight re-booked and your ticket re-printed for the nth time. Then you panic because you did not think to bring that much cash to pay for the re-booking fee then flash a huge smile after realizing that the girl-at-the-counter-person-whatever is just teasing/confirming.

Then tell your parents that you had your ticket re-printed. Then go back to sleep, wake up, and kick yourself in the gluteus maximus. Oh, throw in a little Avatar, too.

Bottom line: I love my folks.