I got tagged by ...worse luck. I haven't gotten tagged for more than a year. It's ok though..this is just one more reason to bump his name up on my little black hitlis-err..book of love and rainbows and happiness.

Here are the rules:

1. Post these rules
2. Each tagged person should post 8 aleatory facts of themselves
3. Tagged people should write a journal\blog about these facts
4. In the end tag and name 8 people
5. Go to their dA pages and comment saying that they are tagged and hugged

1. Nao and I go to the Academy of Assassins University and hide this fact behind the facade of going to AAU, the Academy of Art. at least...this is according to Sterling.

2. Alfred and Mary vie for first place in said little black book of happiness although Sterling sometimes inches forward a few feet.

3. I have a deadly hatred of toxic colored goldfish.

4. I am going to Hong Kong tomorrow to have a week-long majong grudge match with my Canadian cousins. When my brother and I win, "America, FUCK YEAH!" will be playing in the background. It will alternate with the song "Blame Canada!" when we lose, if, of course, that should ever be an issue.

5. Sterling, Mary, Nao, Alf, Hojo, and I will be featuring in my comic submission for Bastard Machine 8, excuse me, BAAU DOWN 8. And yes, Sterling/Mary/Hojo, this is my subtle way of asking for your permission.

6. From the 16th to the 20th of December, (aka finals week) I got less than 15 hours of sleep. It resulted in the usual effects of dizziness, nausea, and fatigue, and the less usual symptoms of vampiristic heliophobia, the tendency towards maniacal laughter, and a brief love affair with sharp objects. Thankfully, the latter did not result in sustaining and permanent damage to anyone in the surrounding vicinity....except....well....she'll survive.


I think.

7. Ever since the beginning of school and a 5-day schedule of waking at 6:40 AM, my coffee consumption has increased by 400%.

8. I am going to the feet of the second largest buddha in existence during my stay in HK. If, as it was the case last year, I am bombarded by Christmas carols, a perverted Santa, and overpriced Zen noodles that guarantee enlightenment this time, I'm going down to the bowels of Kowloon and buying a very big and very functional AK-47.



/endscaringthewatchers.

Well...don't I sound evil? It's probably your overactive imagination though. Everyone whose met me has never thought that I was anything other than a small, quiet, normal asian girl with a pencil for an inamorato.

, , , , , , , tag! You're it.