tagged by beany (again)

Working as support panel in ship management is a no joke career. I love the time-and-again-innovations yes, but the period-end duties are just too exhausting! I recently discovered another phobia, the month-end craze! And so that’s why I just have finished doing my assignment from Professor Beanizer to whom I am pleased to have received the Stylish Blogger Award despite his butt’s fear of being pricked with swift needles by wicked accountants!

Top Seven Things Not Known by People About Me

1. I love kitchen to dine, and NOT to cook. Remembering Mom’s way of teaching me how to clean raw fish simply makes everyone burst in laughter! I was horrified, crying in refusal to take away the entrails of the fish and endure the bloody process of removing the poor specie’s entire cavity! I neither gained interest to chop, fry, boil, nor go to the wet market myself. I once had second degree burn when a casserole of boiling water accidentally slipped through my feet and the agony lasted for days it was a fearful history! One more encounter added when the flame in the stove suddenly grew big and hit my arm I again suffered mild burns. Arsonphobic, I never wanted to come near any heating device and for that I think I have justified not being able to adopt that woman’s crown to winning a man’s heart through his stomach. Perhaps there’s a lot more way to earn it! ***wink***

2. I never liked going to movie house. By reason, I was not brought up to watch movies inside this dark, congested, fuzzy place. Except for the last time I was present at Cineplex to support the Spring Film Fest and clapped proudly for Mulan film’s success, cinema was never a dating place to me. I’d rather spend a little more to watch live musical play by Repertory Philippines or 9 Works Musical!

3. I easily get frightened. I always am the early bird at work. Then believing that I was still alone in the office, I screamed at once as someone peeped from inside the ladies’ room yesterday. It also shook the roving guard’s knees when he heard me squealing. Doctors once advised to take me to rest at the countryside to recover from a congenital heart ailment. Yes, just like a dear fellow here, Sie, I was born with unhealthy heart. By God’s grace, my last seizure happened at the age of ten. After spending almost of my childhood years in the province, I gained back enough strength to conquer the ailment.

4. I am always broke. Opposite to what others see ─ flying from one place to another, having excellent panoramica taken and arrange by album in Facebook, never emptying the months for my personal trips ─ I am a broke accountant ─ my savings is always busted! But then I never mind always being penniless because all the places I’ve been to and those I’ve yet to visit have given me priceless interest no bank could ever shelve.

5. I am underweight. Despite being a muncher, many so envy my skinny figure. Fast metabolism boosts my love for eating. I eat too slow that it takes me more than an hour to spend the lunch break. If Muslims stand firm to take no pork, I have my own taste-treaty never to eat leaves! I eat fruits, yes some, but never liked vegetables. Eww!!!

6. I am a cry baby. Being the firstborn child and firstborn grandchild, I carried a leader quality among my sisters and cousins. To them I am a strong person, and I really am. But at the back of that playing-to-be-strong-in-every-circumstance mask is me crying in my bedroom for each painful thing I needed to go through. I can withstand the torture of voluminous tasks in the office, headache in trying to discipline my sisters, nuisance brought by inevitable misunderstanding among friends. None of which really breaks me sore, nothing except for matters involving the heart. I always cry for attention, honesty and real love.

7. I would love to meet in person my blogger friends. Having tagged them once in my past posts, I believe each of them deserved recognition for their passion in writing and reading in support to our one common interest ─ blogosphere.

I hope to make Beany well satisfied for displaying some of my “dirty linen” in public. Finally! Mission accomplished.

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