Tagged by Marla. Pressure. Hate it.

a. list seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself
b. tag seven people to do the same
c. do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag “whoever wants to do it”

  1. Some people refuse to believe me on this, but I’m actually one of the shyest, most introverted people I know. I have a hard time talking to people, especially pretty, self-assured, smart girls. I have major self-esteem issues. I think that’s why I’ve developed such a rehearsed, modulated manner of speaking, and work out like a freak – it’s probably my unconscious coping mechanism for being such a nerdy shy wallflower.
  2. I adore cold food. Cold pasta, cold liempo, cold roast chicken, cold burgers. But my absolute favorite is refrigerator-cold Pizza Hut pizza. What I do is, I nibble the crust away so I’m left with a solid slab of double-thick mozzarella pitted with assorted toppings, and that’s my idea of a Hella Fine Italian Meal. To hell with Paparazzi and Amici, that’s what I say.
  3. I have never voted in my life. Not even registered at Comelec. I just don’t want to feel responsible for the bad politics that go on in this cute little 3rd world country of ours. And like I always tell my friends (this infuriates them to no end), “It’s just one vote – it won’t make a difference!” And like I said in an earlier post, if you made me choose between food and democracy, I’d choose food any day. A very wise man named Enzo Tanedo once said, “that’s because it’s actually possible to find good food. You can’t find a good democracy”, and I agree. I’d rather have a plate of bacon than the right to vote.
  4. I overshare in my blog. As if this is a secret. That’s my tactic to get more people to read my blog. And it works. I’d probably get like 3 hits a day if I blogged about what happened at work, or what restaurant I ate at, rather than self-indulgent posts about my underwear collection, my assorted dinner/date/gimmick bloopers, geek hobbies, my gay tastes in music, bad haircuts, etc. Like I say time and time again, I’m an affirmation/attention whore. I count the number of people who read each entry, work out the view-to-comment ratio, etc.
  5. I’m a very conservative person. Flings and one night stands and random hook-ups and open relationships freak me out – I’m like, how the hell can anyone outside of Melrose Place do such heathen and brazen acts??
  6. I hate food bloggers. Yes there are some really good ones out there, but about 90% are useless. They try to use as many polysyllabic words as they can, take trying-hard-to-be-artsy-but-pathetically-failing foodshots, and delude themselves into believing that people actually care for their opinions. And the restaurants they go to! Do I really need to read a review about the onion rings they ate at some mainstream franchise like TGIFriday’s or Italianni’s?? Please. Talk about some place obscure and hole-in-the-wall, so you add value in our lives. Months and months and months ago, I was actually convinced to try little places like Galileo and Cosa Nostra and Sango and Som’s and Amici and Queen’s and T House (April – free plug for your little chalet retreat) thanks to some beautiful food blogs that I follow. That is the kind of public service food bloggers need to do for us hoi polloi.
  7. I have a tattoo on my ass. True story. I got it when I was 16, and was feeling like a bit of a rebel in my bad-ass 8-inch long undercut and neon yellow Polo Sport billboard shirt. The tattoo artist assured me it was the Chinese character for “dangerous”. I showed it to my Chinese blockmate a few years after, and she told me it didn’t mean anything. With my luck, it’s probably Mandarin for “Pork Dumplings” or something. Having said that, I’m planning to get my arms done this summer, just as soon as the twin finishes up on our custom D’Joya family seal.