Honest Scrap Award

I owe everybody a lot, specifically an apology. My hectic lifestyle (more like my work) is really taking its toll on me and everything else. A lot of people are complaining about how I don't return their messages, calls, etc. and how I don't have time to sit down and talk to them or go out with them. My usual excuse, "I'm busy," may seem way too overrated already but that's just simply the truth. If I could go and take a one week vacation, I would. I owe my body a break. My body deserves a treat after two years of barely any holidays (our company does not observe Philippine holidays except for Christmas, New Year and Holy Week) To the bloggers who leave me comments or messages on my chatbox, I'm sorry if I rarely leave you comments. I read all your posts but I just never get the chance to park for a bit since I'm always in a hurry. To those who have requested me to do a tutorial (specifically on Beanne's look), I'm so sorry. If I had the luxury of time to be playing with make up all day, I'll surely be able to do so much varied looks. To those who have tagged me on several occasions, I'm sorry I never got to doing it. And speaking of which, here's my post on the Honest Scrap Award. I was tagged by Puff of Oh Puffcake (and others I can't remember anymore. I'm terribly sorry) ages ago and it's only now that I am writing about it.

Rules:
Tell your readers 10 things about you that they may or may not know, but are true. Tag ten people with the award, and be sure to let them know they've been tagged (a quick comment on their blog will do). Don't forget to link back to the blogger who tagged you.

1. I was anorexic for about 7years. It was a tough battle. There were times when I wouldn’t eat anything for months and my only source of energy would be a bite off of a chocolate bar. I didn’t realize that I was already anorexic until my sister who was then studying psychology, kept teasing me about it. I always denied (to myself and others) that I indeed was anorexic, until I pulled out my sister’s readings on psychology. If my memory serves me right, it was the tenth chapter of the book that discussed the symptoms and treatments for these eating disorders. Upon reading the symptoms of anorexia nervosa, I came to my senses. If the article listed 10symptoms of anorexia, 8 of those were evident in me. It wasn’t until last year that I overcame anorexia nervosa. However, I still can’t say that I have already completely overcome it because I still get bouts of anorexia every few months.

2. I was diagnosed with a rare and incurable disease when I was 12, and if that wasn’t enough, I was diagnosed with a heart problem early this year. My life has never been the same since those days that I was diagnosed, and up to this day, I struggle to live a normal life devoid of any limitations and restrictions. To people, I don’t look handicapped. In fact, no one ever believes me when I tell them that I have a number of diseases. Sometimes it’s quite a good thing that no one thinks I am sick, but at times, I hope someone would believe me and not think that I am malingering to get away with things. I’m aware that my appearance does not reflect anything of that sort, and for that, I am honestly thankful to God. At least I’m not walking around with a banner hanging from my neck saying, “Look at me, I’m sick!” Over the past decade, I have experienced pain and suffering which have made me the person that I am today --- strong and unwavering.

3. I was a cheerleader. Honestly, I find it funny how I became a cheerleader when I hate dancing. I’m not even good at it! I don’t even know how to! I can’t tell you much about it, but whenever my friends from way back would talk about our cheerleading days, I wish my seat would just swallow me whole. I am too embarrassed to even think about it. Sometimes I wish I could burn all those photos where I was caught doing those silly cheerleading moves.

4. My first language was English. I and my siblings were trained to speak in English at home (my mom would always brag about me saying the word helicopter perfectly at 11months!). All of us learned Tagalog in school and from our childhood friends. However, being that I grew up in a gated subdivision where elites make up the total population, I never had friends who spoke Tagalog. It was in school that I learned how to speak Tagalog, enough for me to survive daily conversations. I cannot write nor read in Tagalog; my syllabication is just so wrong. Even though I can speak a bit of Tagalog, I’m always teased at how my accent sounds. I try to sound like most Filipinos do when they speak Tagalog, but most of the times, my accent sounds a little too forced and strange.

5. I am an artist in my own right. I used to paint, design gowns and dresses, sketch, crochet and sew; however, a lot of my art projects were never finished. Whenever I find something that’s more interesting than the current project I’m working on, I leave it and get my hands on another project. I heard from other artist friends that this is how most artists are. Aside from visual arts, I’m also into performing (except dancing) and culinary arts. I sing and act (I was a theater actress for two years) and model (if you would call this art).

6. I am a seasonal (pesca) vegetarian. I can see eyebrows raising right now, asking how this can be so. It’s simple. I can be a vegetarian for a few months, break it for a couple of months and go back to being vegetarian. I was a strict vegan when I was in high school. No meat --- pork (I never liked pork anyway), beef, and even chicken, no processed foods, no junk foods. After some time, I became anorexic. When I was recovering from anorexia, I started eating chicken, chips and all that, except beef and pork. I’m not a vegetarian right now coz I eat chicken, but I’m planning to go back to going green.

7. I was never breastfed. My mom would always tell people that I was strange as a baby. She said I never liked her milk, regardless of where she’d put it --- in a glass or a feeding bottle --- she just couldn’t trick me to drinking her milk. Strange as it is, I don’t feel weird nor embarrassed to tell people about it. I feel so special hearing that I’m one out of a million kids who never liked my mother’s milk!

8. The only public transportation that I know how to take is the cab (and tricycle --- the Filipino model --- but hey, is there anybody who doesn’t know how to take a tricycle?). Embarrassing it is, I know. Because I always had someone driving me around, I never learned how to take the jeepney, train, or bus. I would probably hop in to one of these granted that I am accompanied by someone, but alone, I can’t. There were times that I attempted to, but I always chickened out and ended up hailing a cab.

9. I am an indoor girl. I don’t play any sport, I don’t know how to ride a bike or skate, and I don’t know how to do outdoor activities. I may have gone hiking more than a couple of times in the past, but I always showed up looking like I was going for a stroll at the park. Because of this, I’m frequently called an “indoor girl” or a “blonde.” No offense to blondes, but I’m sure everyone has heard of a blond joke at one time or another. I know it’s not fair to label and stereotype people, but sadly, this is how a lot of people are.

10. I’m an OC.

#1 Proof: Before I leave for work, I check my purse about three or four times to make sure that all that I need for work is there and then a few steps after walking out of the house, I stop and open my purse one last time to check for some items that I may have missed.

#2 Proof: Back when I used to store my lipsticks in an upright position in a plastic container, I would fix them every single day to make sure that the same brands (sometimes shades) are grouped together, and every time I see one lippie missing or placed somewhere, I get so pissed and arrange them again.

#3 Proof: The clothes in my closet are arranged in either of these three ways: 1. according to the hanger’s colors. We have quite a lot of hangers, and only about 10 or 20 of them are of the same kind. I love how my closet looks like when hangers of the same colors are grouped together; 2. According to the color of the clothes. I put the black skirts together; the blue tops together and so on. I’m crazy like that; 3. According to the style. I sometimes group my clothes according to the sleeve’s length. All the short-sleeved ones are grouped together and so are the long-sleeved ones. The skirts of the same cut are likewise grouped together. My dresses are all in a separate closet (I have a bunch!).

I could go on and on giving proofs of how much of an OC I am but I’d rather not. Someone might call the mental health association and report me! Haha!

Well, that’s gonna be it for me tonight. I never knew writing ten random things about yourself could be so hard. It took me close to an hour writing these things down.

Because I feel like I'm the last to do this, I'll tag anyone who hasn't done it yet. It's a bit tough, but fun. Enjoy reading! It’s midnight now and I should be going back to reading.