When I was younger,I had a list of favourite things. Looking and thinking back, I realized I've come a long way and changed aplenty. Of course some things remain status quo because old habits die hard.
I used to love The Crow alot,alot,alot. Hahaha yes,because the movie spoke of all the qualities I admired,such as passion,loyalty,love,justice,mercy,righteousness and of cos the gothic slick coolness and leather jackets. Is it a wonder to u that I simply love Kurt Cobain and Nirvana as well? Well.
I admit,I had this period of little black painted nails.Shhh and yes death shades of lip gloss,u're starting to get the picture right?hahaha but no matter how i tried,i just never became a gothic enough maiden.i dunno,it's my silly hair I guess. Mum used to have this fixation about me and mushrooms,I guess one day she couldn't decipher which was which. And so,the curse of the mushroom hair was upon me for the longest time.
I'm considering if I should confess about that spate where I had this mammoth crush on Edward Furlong.Thanks to Terminator2,I had my "judgement day" from everyone I know who knows about this and pokes fun at me. Yes if u must know I also asked about the birds and bees and my mother was so helpful that I was convinced just by sitting next to a boy I would be pregnant,unwed and thrown into prison. In that order. Apparently, because I was such a naughty girl,by wanting one more ice cream,I could be thrown into dungeons with goblins. I say goblins not dragons because I used to be a fan of Enid Blyton and she had this thing for goblins,pixies,elves and golliwogs.Oh my oh my.
My mother also taught me that by sniffing flowers,little worms would crawl into my nose and hatch into huge poisonouse snakes that later became mammoth pythons. When I received flowers later on in life u can be sure I looked at them from a safe radius and asked my mum to sniff them for me first.
What was probably my fondest memory was my narcissistic way of prancing around in big caps and my brother's huge shirts. Are u raising your eyebrows?Oh yes I was this tomboy,who hung out at archades and had a penchant for video games. I drank huge slurpees that were green,blue and purple and also loved that crazy sourish green apple nonsense of a candy and Nerds too if u know what I'm talking about. One day when my junior wrote to me saying she thought I was handsome,I knew I was in some sort of trouble.Uh oh.
I gloated for the longest time. Because I beat my brother at getting the girls. However because I was only 6 or 7,this didn't really come across as a lifetime achievment. I thought to myself that in my later years I would grow up to be dashing,disarmingly charming and so forth. I guess if u look at me now,U'd think I'm the gayest dude alive or I was my biggest failure of a project.
We have my best friend to blame. After I met this snobbish,diva as hell girl at school,I became steadfast best friends with her. Now,she was model-like,cool,the hot netballer and I was just the class clown. I have no idea why she would turn up her nose at everybody but think I was so insane she wanted to listen to me. She did one of those things called "Makeovers" on me,and then got even more obsessed with turning me into a girl after watching "Clueless" and things like "Sex and the City".
And then one day,I became a girl.
My brother thinks I'm the gayest person in the world. We still watch liverpool win (let's not talk about their loss),I still insist that I like the Spurs (ok Celtics was cool too) and well now that we don't talk about which girl is cuter because I am one too,it seems almost a taboo topic if we do because my bro will throw me this dubious look as if he thinks im still the brother he never had.
