Posted by psych at March 8th, 2007

hmm. is getting tagged a good thing? sweet. the awesomest, superbest, lengzhaiest person in the world, Averdim taggeth the people of this fair site. Hmm. Lets get to it. Psycheth awayeth.
Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!

1- My semi-dream for a long time is going bald. But I just know it aint gonna suit me. So i don’t do it. The only thing keeping my hair on my head atm is common sense.

2- Shower. Full force. Head underneath. Waterfall-y. Fifteen minutes. Warm. Almost underwater. Silence. All the time. Love it.

3- Used sis’s shiny nail stuff during my younger years. Don’t know why. I think it just looked good. This way way back when girls and boys were the same. Er.. yea. Almost.

4- Think I mentioned this countless times. Slightly masochistic. Candle wax. Hard massages. Many kinds of pain. But not all kinds of pain. Most kinds of pain.

5- Superly Loved that Cartoon Network cartoon about the lil red riding hood girl whos a witch. Japanese Anime-ish. Cant imagine how I spent time watching that. My god. Need Counseling. Anyone with the name can drop a comment here. Cant seem to find it. Still remember that squeaky dubbed voice tho.

6- If only my bedroom walls could talk.. You won’t learn much. Bedtime ritual (when im alone) includes pretty much trashing until i get into a good position. Almost always fetal.

Thy Azngeek is here. Been far too caught up with stuff. I believe I’ve just experienced a pseudo mental breakdown. Which was interesting. But yea. Enough about me in general. The weird and funky shit about azngeek cometh with great fury.

1. I talk to things I think people usually don’t talk to when no ones looking. I talk to insects, animals and sometimes inanimate objects. Like. Heart to hearts. Which is weird. More with animals than anything else. They don’t talk back. They listen. And at a deeper mental state, I feel that they understand the sentiment behind the talks. I don’t know. Maybe I need a shrink. I have no idea. Maybe that’s why I like animals.

2. For once in my life. Or maybe twice. But the first time was actually warranted. This one. Was more a random thing- I almost had a mental breakdown thingy on a main road. Don’t ask me why. Don’t comment on this. Or you get booted. Really. Don’t talk to me about it either. It’s just a weird fact. Period. I mean it. comments on weird fact number 2 NOT WELCOME. You are welcome to comment on the other stuff if you so choose to do so.

3. I love cartoons. I’d still prefer to watch teen titans over world news any day. I need my chill out time. And cartoons are awesome. They soothe me. Like how a cat purrs in your arms as you stroke it. Or a dog closes his or her eyes in your embrace as you hug him/her so tightly and they completely get you. There you go. Another animal reference. Just for the record. Not into that beastiality bull shit. I think it’s wrong on so many different levels.

4. Hohoho. Another very interesting weird thing. I was playing soccer. On Friday. Last Friday. 3rd time playing in maybe the last 10 years of my life. Was playing with lots of random people and some friends. And then the ball hits me down there. You know where. And I bend over. For the first few moments not in pain. But more as reaction. And I think to myself. “Holy shit. I’m not in pain. o.o” And I start to panic. All in those few seconds thinking “Oh shit. What if by me not “stimulating” that area by hand ever since I discovered what it actually was from some sick disgusting people at school, I’ve become somehow impotent and have therefore lost all sense of feeling down there.” Yea. Then I straighten up. And I immediately bend myself back over. And think. Oh god. It hurts. Oh dear god. It hurts. The pain. Fuck. Maybe impotency would have been the way to go. And I remain bent down for a few more seconds then through the pain I straighten up and run after the ball. Oh yea. When it hit me. You could see it in the faces of the rest of the guys. “Fuck, I’d hate to be him” and they were pretty much dumbfucked how I got back up to my feet so quick. But it hurts. It still does. Something to be thankful for?

4. I’m not an active violent person. I’m passively violent. I prefer more indirect methods to convey violence. I have no idea why. I have many issues. I believe so. Maybe that’s why I’m so interesting. Sort of.

5. I have been having panic attacks. I have no idea why. I’m thankful I’ve not been having night terrors though. I believe I used to have them. Where as a kid, even with my queen size bed, I’d fall off my bed. Roll off. As though I’ve been chased by something. My all time favorite night terror is the one where I’m at Tropicana Golf Club in PJ. A place I was quite familiar with as a child. By the pool. And everyones dead. Blood everywhere. And this figure comes from behind me. And I run. And I run. I wake up. And i’m off my bed. On the floor. Sweating profusely. Afraid. Scared like hell.

6. I sleep talk. In mandarin. A language I’m not even proficient in. And yea. I sleep talk in other languages as well. I just sleep talk. Weird.

Overall I think you can see I just have lots of issues

Tag? Damn so many ex- bloggers. Dunno how the shared Azngeek taggin works anyway. Where is Azngeek? Lazy dude. Tagging 3 ppl. With only one with a blog addy I have on hand =) Fresh reformat. Zero Bookmarks. Sry guys. No free publicity =p. I forget long names.

San

Mike

Sam

Ahh, and David if he’s still posting =)

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