boredom = belting flist with a wall of text
but that was in another country. SO GOOD. goddamn it, copper-pentacle, the part with the turks. and VINCENT. do you have ANY bloody idea how hard it is not to BAWWW in an office. i'm supposed to be working on boring technical articles about pumps, too. i'm sitting in front of my computer looking totally miserable because apparently ZW double-suction vertical pumps are breaking my heart somehow. this fic is like crisis core, in that it sweeps you up in its wave and you want to keep goinggoinggoing and then you suddenly realize that it's going to end horribly and you just want to curl up into a little ball with your hands over your ears, rocking gently in the corner and singing the smurf theme song in denial.
i really want to see them meet up with aerith in traverse town, though. that would be so brainbreakingly cool. *__*
still bored crapless, and there are STILL two hours to go -- OH MY GOD this day is slow -- so i'm ganking this from omnistrike:
Write exactly ten things about yourself, it can be anything. Then tag ten friends and make them tell you ten things about themselves. JUST DO IT.
o1. only my close RL friends ever get this straight nowadays so i figured i might as well reiterate my weird effed-up relationship with my heritage and 'native' language: i look south-east asian on the outside and am a weird sino-caucasian on the inside. i was born in hong kong, went to international schools, and was too fucking stubborn to learn cantonese. i know very little about chinese pop culture but coming to australia has made me realize that even though i'm way too white to be a true 'hongkie', i'm still not as white as my ABC counterparts. i am a malaysian citizen, and a hong kong and australian permanent resident. i am currently studying mandarin at university. i can understand and speak a bit of cantonese (but not mandarin); but when i read, i read in mandarin (and not cantonese, ORZ), because my brain works in retarded ways.
o2. something that jarred me fairly recently was when new kid asked me how i could be asexual; "how is that even physically possible," were his precise words. as time progresses i think i get more and more asexual; the idea of intercourse is pretty much just a vague curiosity for me.
o3. related to the above, i think i have a fear of physical intimacy in general. or an automatic jerk-away/flinching response to unintentional touch. ): this is a bad thing because i also really like cuddling and linking arms and holding hands, but not many people know this because i'm too busy jumping away from them and acting twitchy.
o4. people either describe me as really goofy or really serious. it depends on how close i am to someone. the closer i am, the goofier i get. at work i'm really boring and 90% srs bsnsz.
o5. i have sooooo many moles. :\ it's probably payback for my inability to sunburn. i have around eight on my right forearm. recently i've found one where my palm meets my wrist on my right hand, too. i'm not bothered by them, though. i think they're kinda cute, if i'm allowed to say that about my own body.
o6. i handle stress really badly. i freak the fuck out so easily. never trust me in emergencies, because i know from experience that i'm absolutely useless and tend to just freeze.
o7. i would love to be able to see ghosts.
o8. i'm kind of obsessive when it comes to certain things. like. if i ever write an Lj entry longer than three lines, i have to [p align="justify"] it. i don't know if any of you have noticed this.
o9. i have had a few nearly out-of-body experiences that've had nothing to do with near-death experiences and everything to do with falling into a deeply weird mental state.
1o. i want to write right now, SO BAD OMG, i have google docs open and waiting for me like a happy willing whore, but i have absolutely nothing to put into her right now and i am so pissed off at myself for that.