My Reelity

While buying lunch today, the yong tau foo seller (who had already seen me on telly before) told me she just caught me on “Love Concierge” last night.

Luckily she told me before she handed me my food or my double take would have caused me to spill some foo over me… Yeah, I’m still not used to people recognising me…

Anyway, we chatted a little, and it took quite a bit of convincing for her to believe that I’m not on contract with the station (I wish!). She also mentioned that I looked quite suitable in the role (I was playing a *koff koff* auditor) and said that she couldn’t imagine me playing a bad guy.

So you see hor, at least someone else out there believes I’m too good to be bad. 😛

Her words made me glad that I have stuck to my guns and avoided being typecast in the first place. But just so you know, I think its time for me to be a bad boy again.

Tagged by the one who drinkeths a lot who wants to know weird stuff about me. (Errm, you don’t find me weird enough meh?)

Alrighty then, off the top of my head;

One of the weird thing about me is that people like to believe me when I’m lying and don’t believe me when I’m telling the truth. Go figure. I think these people are even more weird than me. o.O

Another weird thing about me is that I have a really low sugar tolerance. Yes, I hate the sweet stuff. Yes, I don’t even like to eat my own birthday cake. But hor, I do like sweet young things. Heh, go figure.

And people tell me I’m corny. Actually, they say I’m very corny. But I hate corn to the core. Heck I hate corn even before seeing its core. I think its natural for me to hate corn since I’m already so corny. I’m cool weird like that.

I have weird dreams. They are weird because I always seem to be in a parallel universe in them. They are weird because there are story sequences that will continue months after I’ve stopped dreaming those sequences. Hmm, ok, maybe they are not as weird as they are scary. Heh.

I’m actually quite proud to be so weird. Yeah, I’m cool weird like that. I don’t cry at funerals. I first noticed this when my beloved grandmother died while I was still a small kid, and I have continued not crying ever since. Not even when my cat, whom I loved very much, diet. Don’t ask me why. I just don’t cry at funerals.

So, let the weirdness spread to :

Qiaoyun
Ely
Mr Lim
Liz & David
Joel