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We think of it as something to post up. And something to pass on to others (to quote a doctor: Update, dammit!) to give them something to post up.

So anyways. The one where 8 bits are shared - but first, for the sake of them who would need some guidance...

Rules of the tag:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.

2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.

3. Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them) [OPTIONAL].

4. Let them know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs [OPTIONAL].

Now that that's out of the way, let us just admit that probably it isn't all really randomly chosen facts.

1 - We're a purebred night owl - and so our parents decided to drug us.

It must have been in Form One that we started sleeping later and later (definitely the pre-op days). Happens that our sleeping time started pushing later and later, or that we started heading down to the living room in the dead of the night. We enjoyed the peacefulness and tranquility ourselves, but initially it led to mum awaking to find a light source from the gap under her bedroom door.

Rather frequent she had to barge out of her bedroom to question goings-ons downstairs to find us cozying up with a book and a cuppa Milo or something (caffeine didn't have it's appeal as much as condensed milk then), totally innocent, we tell you (angel). She'd then coerce us to go to sleep with threats.

In retrospect, the parents did bed down rather early last time. 10.30pm and they were bunking down already, dead to the world. We couldn't have been up past 1am in those days. Not like these days.

Anyways the parents were initially concerned with our then 'late nights' (not that we knew), and dad testing the waters by asking us if we were being bullied in school or such. We were rather surprised at this bit of questioning and of course answered in the negative (because it was true - all our years in what we think of as a gangster's school and we never run into any of them).

So the parents had us see a doc in HKL. All we remember is that we were going to see a doctor because we were sleeping later than expected, and that we had a short interview with this Indian houseman before seeing the actual doctor. We don't even remember the bit about meeting the doctor though, only the interview with the houseman. Whether we were consulting a psychologist or whatever, no idea.

And so we were given some a strip of tablets to take at night (no, no idea what they were, they looked about the size of them generic BCo tabs, definitely smaller than lorazepam tabs). We never finished those tablets nor did we ever had a follow up session. What was more likely was that we ended up training the parents to accept our late nights instead.

2 - Compliments: we're bad at accepting them, and we're lousy at giving them.

Honestly, whenever we're paid a compliment we get all aflustered and try to brush it off with a, "No-lah! Where got?" It's somewhat considered an offense to do so in the Western cultures we guess but we'd have done the same rather than accept it graciously. Embarrasseses us somewhat, getting compliments.

In the same vein we find it hard to pay a honest compliment unless:
i) It is something very, very good; or
ii) We do it in a very over-the-top manner. This is more common. But doing it in an over-the-top manner doesn't mean that we're bullshitting - we mean it. We just can't say it properly, it won't come out somehow. Else we wouldn't even compliment.

3 - We do one of three displacement activities while dining alone.

Read something, as this has been something we've done since young. We will be forced into a bookstore to get some form of reading material if we ever do meals without a book and have nothing else to do (while we eat).

Watch something on telly, like an episode of Sailormoon.

Play something, Sudoku being the best example because we eat with our left hand and write with our right. Or else we'll take a bite, then pummel on the joypad while we masticate the food into tiny tiny bits.

Come to think of it, it's more like eating is the secondary activity...but we need the displacement activity or go crazy.

4 - We once BodyJammed in work attire.

This was before we were thick-skinned enough to just saunter into class no matter how late we were. As it happens, we were just in the nick of time for Riyo's Jam class so we just changed into gym shoes and did the entire class in a black shirt and work pants. Then changed into gym clothes after showering to head home.

We're actually tempted to do so again actually, if we didn't sweat so heavily nowadays.

5 - How we became us.

We were corrupted by l'agneau orange during our housemanship years. We didn't understand why this woman would use 'we' instead of 'I' when she talks but two months in the same department and we soon became us. Maybe it was being in the presence of all those cytotoxics. This is the real reason we end up referring to ourselves in the collective rather than the individual (although not always).

6 - We lazed on railings back in college.

This was a defining feature of ours when we were in college. Our classroom was on the second to third floor depending on the semester, and we will be sitting on the railing facing inwards whenever we're not in class. And no one tried to kill us, nor forbid us from doing so.

7 - We used to go into Silent Mode.

Ah. Primary school. There was a time when we were upset with a couple of close friends, that we ended up not speaking to them, even though we still hung out together. We just wrote to them on scraps of paper instead.

Not like we've given up the habit, we noticed. Only, instead of Silent Mode, we went Off-The-Network and broke off communications with everyone except those that we had to (like our parents, boss, colleagues and our customers). Yeah, we didn't answer calls and such.

8 - We can't talk straight sometimes.

And bullshit a fair bit. Call it being somewhat of a compulsive liar. Like, when asked what does 'stiff upper lip' mean and we spun a yarn about it being a disease that attacks the generally well-to-do in the British society. And when another friend texted us to find out how we were doing, we told her that we weren't working and living from the earnings of our blog (which isn't earning anything yet btw haha). Or about when we changed jobs. But thankfully we're not viewed negatively because of that, because the truth does out and set you free.

Okay!!! That piece of long-windedness is done! Now to spread the word to others...what was the saying again? "Let's care, let's share?" Or was it, "Misery loves company?" However you like it lah. Here we go:

C'est La Vie. Because some family secrets aren't meant to be shared.
F e R ' s. Because you don't need a camera to do this meme. :)
Not Just A Pretty Face. Because we don't hear enough from you.
3-Second Memory. Because you need something forget about the flu.
Chewing My Legs Off. Because you came back alive, so here's some inspiration.
Let Sleeping Tapirs Lie. Because we don't want you to stop after two posts.
Heng's Gaming Report. Because since changing sites there hasn't been much.
Fu Onn. Because we'd like to read something other than football.

Yeah, to requote again (for some people): Update, dammit! :D