People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who tagged them & cannot tag the person who tagged them. Continue this game by sending it to other people.
1. How has Multiply/Blogger changed your life?
I now have the whole www to talk to when I'm bored, or just plain in the mood for "talking". I can be über mushy, angsty or simply senseless and I don't even care because hey, it's my blog!
2. What do you do before bedtime?
Cleanse my face with an astringent, surf the net, yak on the phone with Francis, and have my quiet time.
I've no idea yet. Maybe the same menu as my baon for lunch: sweetened ribs (my mom's specialty).
With Francis, either up in the cold mountains (the Alps? That place where Heidi and her grandpa live in the book, Heidi [by Johanna Spyri]) or a serene but very scenic beach like a remote resort in Hawaii or the Caribbean.
I'd like to believe I'm an extrovert. But I confuse myself because I can also be an introvert sometimes. Case to case basis.
Read books, listen to music, watch DVDs, sleep. And when I'm visited by the muse, I try to write.
Before, yes. Now, I test the waters first. (But I easily get attached.)
My mobile phone--inside my big bag that has other things, which make for aching shoulders at the end of the day.
Yes. Quite a handful. "Unhappy" is such an understatement. I just try to not wallow in it. For one, there's Francis being assigned in Cavite for five friggin' months. And then...
I can say that I easily get along well with people, and that I have a sense of humor, albeit shallow. Haha!
Yes, it is. Especially when I don't have anything to blog about. Tagging can be a legit reason to blog away.
I make my own life complex in one way or another. So yes, complicated and a contradiction of sorts.
I love it when it drizzles. But I also want to experience snow, given that I don't get frostbites or die of hypothermia.
Jay is handsomely gay, darn it!
Poor but loved. But it doesn't hurt to be rich and loved at the same time, does it?
Two--a boy and a girl. Right, Francis?
Last Friday, there was an ex-deal sale at work. So I grabbed a perfume for my mom, which she's been wanting since she got a whiff of it. So I bought it for her. I was all excited to go home that day and hand her that dandy bottle. So yeah, it is better to give than to receive. Makes me feel all fuzzy inside.
That's just plain lust. I prefer to call the act "making love" than just "sex". The latter term has this detached rawness to it, which I don't find appealing.
Uhm. No. But if that's with my husband, then I'm all for it. Hahaha!
I prefer it ancient-sounding and uncommon. Say, Onesimus or Moses. Hehe.
You're tagged: Camille, Sam (ayan!), Abby, Kat, Archie, Cos, Mavs, Pat
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