My weird habits
My friend Emily from
I have to name 5 weird habits. Freaky huh.
1. Hoarding music but never listening to it
2. Singing and humming all day long, especially when I’m waiting for a friend to answer the phone when I ring them
3. Hahaha, excessive eyebrow movements when I’m singing in a performance. Thanks for Patrick for that one, hehe
4. Looking really serious when doing stuff like playing the cello, learning tennis, stuff like that. It’s the look of concentration I have when I’m trying to learn something
5. er this one isn’t so weird I think, but it’s definitely me – I smile a lot, especially to random people in the office at work, and online to my friends on msn. I like to share smiles.
I’m going to tag a few online friends with this. If your name is here, you should follow on the chain to another 5 people… and let me read about your weird habits!
Susan, my online
Grace, my fudan friend, who’s doing CPA at the moment. She’s one of my Shanghainese friends. She’s a super considerate person, very thoughtful and generous.
Wang Jian Shuo, who first taught me about
Micah, who’s been quietly following my blog ever since my first couple of weeks in
Ray, who I live with, and has SO MANY weird-ass habits that it’ll be a cinch for him to complete. He’s an as brash as can be American. I’ll write about him as and when I can hehe. He’s probably making lots of fun about me on his blog, especially because I can’t read it from within
Thanks Emily J, I’m so happy that we haven’t lost touch with each other!
posted by Kai @ 5:29 PM
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"Diaspora" - the commonly used word for the dispersal or global movement out of the motherland, in this case the Chinese ... also used for the Irish and the Jewish.
hehehe hmmm some funky habits hmm lemme see
yea i also hum and whistle tunes to myself ... when i was a kid, I'd sing at will ... thought that life was one big musical, hugely indoctrinated by the subtle brainwashing powers of Julie Andrews heheeheh
I prepare full mobile breakfasts (usually a Big steamed Chinese meat bao, fruit and a coffee) to eat on the train ... and much to the intrigue of other passengers I proceed with the meal during the 30 minute train into town every morning, people always seem amazed as i pull out the next food item from my thermal bag ... well I guess since most of them skipped Breakfast in the dash for work, their tummies are growling - Dunno why more people don't do this, its such a constructive use of time on the train ... and you give your body a great start to the day, AND its also very scenic .. think of it as a moving dining room with the best views - Yesterday, I was just thinking of another new business idea, why not set up a real espresso Coffee bar on the trains ... very convenient and bound to be a hit with the travellers hmmmmm
hmmm what else, ... I can make friends with strangers and don't have any reservation in talking to strangers and starting conversations :) ... must be a skill i developed from my migrant child experience, if we don't take the step forward ... we'd never get anywhere in the new environment :)
I always smile and make a cute sound at babies and wave at them on the street ... or have a compulsion to pat the heads of toddlers if i'm passing them in the street ... soooooooooo cute, babies are sooooo more-ish ... same with little creatures
I like flannel pajamas and blankets, makes me feel snug like a baby - I'm a Linus
Googling addiction - a trivia consumer - also addicted to the net ... it used to be the tv, but then the internet was created ... i think it has to do with the mind being hooked on the explosion ... knowledge is a drug ... since I first dialled up onto the Net in 1992, it seems that real life moves at such a retardedly slow pace .. whereas online your brain travels as super sonic speed and can find out about anything almost instantly ... Google is god Google is a drug
i reinstall my os to post this comment, but i really cant figure out that five, so maybe 3?
When I feel uneasy, especially in front of some strangers, I like to hold something, or touch something. So you can see when I feel nervous from my gesture.
Kong told me my face looked funny when I was sleeping (I always took naps on bus during the trip in Xinjiang). He said I looked like a boy at that time, and couldn't help laughing himself. But I don't know how funny I am, since I awakened the moment he wanted to take a pic of me.
And what? I have many friends, and it's easy for me to make friends with other people, but in fact, few people really know what i'm thinking about. Except to my real friends, I won't expose myself too much.
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