Scribesmeister v4 (In Zero Gravity)

• I was the worst bully bratinella during my grade school years and there’s only one reason for becoming such a badass. It was a sort of a vengeful act for being bullied the moment I stepped into elementary school. That time, since you know how kids usually act during the first day - shy and weak, I’ve allowed him to get into my nerves and boss me around. I have allowed him to push me to the limits but now I have him to thank for unleashing the devil in me. After I rammed him over the gutter full of goo, and yelled “you’re so disgusting!” in front all those kids laughing at him - it shoved him out to the end of his career in Bullying 101. I took over his place. I’ve been into an average of, if my memory serves me right, 8 major fist fights and had been suspended for verbal abuse. And yes, I had my share of bruises, scratches and most of all, lacerated pair of lips.

• When I was about 4 or 5 years old, while my brothers were busy murdering house rats, lizards and salamanders in the backyard, I was having a kick out of reviving the almost severed tiny animals. You could just imagine how weird I was then! I was brave enough to hold bleeding rats, frozen and mangled lizards with my bare hands. Actually, I once brought a poisoned rat back to life and maybe because of his gratefulness, him and his family never bothered me or tear apart any of my belongings - unlike with others. Haha. As I think about it now, I really don’t know whether I can still handle spurting blood or stitching mangled parts of some living thing. That’s why when my relatives used to ask me what I want to be when I grow up I always say, “A surgeon (not just any sort of doctor!)”.Eventually, I found out I am not deadset to pursue it and left that dream for something else that brought me to the place far from what I originally imagined then. Haha.

• I used to shed tears at least once a week. Seems to me, crying has always been an effective therapy that I willingly indulge myself in. There’s always a reason why I do so, I don’t cry just to relieve stress but to take away whatever chronic emotional pain I’m feeling that even I don’t even know where it comes from. Sometimes, it just crashes down on you and suddenly, you’ve become Atlas.

• Even my life, like my personality, is on the extremes. I felt like I have experienced living on top and eating rocks with dust. There had been times when I could afford to spend more than what I earn only in a day (mostly over unnecessary things) and I wouldn’t feel so bad about having to spend that much. And there was one instance when I’ve walked a long stretch of almost 2 kms not because I just felt like walking under the blistering heat of the sun at noon, but because I had not a cent left in my pocket and I had no choice but to get sunburn and swollen feet. See? Anyway, last but certainly not the least…

• Some of you might know this already, but for those who don’t, I get scary hemmoraghic rashes all over my face when I am about to explode into radioactive rage. You better not say or do anything to trigger me or I am going to stab a Parker pen right into your leg (if you’re a worthless moron) or mine (if i care that much about you). Scary,huh? Well, it’s not like I easily fuss over small stuff (maybe at some point of extreme irritability) - because in fact, I am probably one of those people who have the longest patience in history - the most peace-loving even. It takes a lot to make me totally psycho and yes, i do get psycho so you better be careful. You can throw all sort of slapstick or inside jokes at me on days on end and I’d just shrug it off. But never, ever violate my trust. Those who try to betray me get IT. Never say anything bad about the people I love the most or I will forget you all at once and send a Let’s Celebrate card on your funeral. Haha. Of course I won’t kill you.You’re not even worth my time, get real. But anyway, you get the picture.

There you go, Joni.

Now I’m tagging Kangel, Tristan, Alex, Bestie and Beng.