You Call Me Weird When

I ‘ve been tagged by blackfanatik (http://blackfanatik.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/you-call-me-weird-when/) to in his words “reveal the weird things” you know about oneself ; originally from fivefeetflat. And accordingly the rules:

“The one who got tagged will tell 6 weird things about himself thru their blog which should also state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to tag people and list their names. Don’t forget to let them know they’ve been tagged! The original rule says 6 people to tag but I’ll spare only 3. So you must have that minimum number of people to inflict this curse.”
Here yah go.

6. I don’t put sugar on my milk or in my black coffee. Should I really explain this? Because I just like it that way *winks*

5. I know how to cook adobo (pork or chicken) in five ways. And my siblings tell me that they can tell how I feel at the time I cook it because they can taste it in the viand. They say it’s still edible and tasty but each one has a twist of its own. And the really weird thing about it is that I have been able to replicate that distinct taste every time I cook. So they think it’s not anything emotional or accidental…they really think I have 5 recipes hidden subconsciously. *lolz* But that the odd thing is..hehehe. I don’t.

4. A third of my wardrobe is black. And the second third of it is white. I think I’d never have enough of them. Call me extreme and black and white girl. And I must admit too, most of my gray shirts are gifts *I guess I never really see myself half empty or half full, but determined, decided and holistic!*

3. I thought that as I grow up I would love tulips (like my friends) or stay liking roses (like most girls) or would learn to like orchids (like my mom). But I realized recently, especially when I recall the garden of my grandmother back in the province..I fancy daisies. I realized how I've fallen in love with daisies as I recall them. *sigh* The catch? I don’t want to see them very often. I just want to see them once in a while. Weird, huh?!

2. All my possessions have names. These include inanimate objects like my stuff toys, my cellphone, my key chains and just about any of my favorite personal stuff. The catch is that I keep their names secret (most of the time) as if we are a part of the Pentagon, sometimes the CIAs and special agents working with M.I. or 24 or CSI or ABU of Criminal Minds...and recently with Dexter (the serial killer!). I guess this shows the Charlie's Angel or the 007 agent-whishful thinking in me!

Top most of my six:

1. Every morning, I smile at myself at the mirror. No one have seen me do this before ^_^ It’s a private ritual I do to keep up with the hustle, surprises and the happiness in life.

Your turn: Consi, Kakay and Owen!