oders from CFB
Posted in Taggaritis on October 14th, 2006I will not tag anyone. I will not tag anyone. I will not tag anyone. I will not tag anyone. I will not tag anyone. I will not tag anyone.
I will try not to tag anyone. I will try not to tag anyone. I will try not to tag anyone. I will try not to tag anyone. i will try not to tag anyone.
Orders must be followed. That’s why they are called orders. Therefore I shall be following them
And so I did…..
What is your earliest memory?
My mum bundling me up in a blanket and bringing me to my grandmother’s house because she was working the morning shift that started at 5.30am.
Nicest memory of your mother?
Rushing down from work immediately and carrying a bagful of plasters and gauze because she thought I had fallen down pretty badly in school during a game and there was a lot of blood. But there was no blood. My kneecap just got banged out of place.
Nicest memory of your father?
Watching him hold my mum’s hand during mass.
Nicest memory of your sister?
I was cycling at around my neighbourhood and rammed my bike into a car. She ran all the way home to get some plasters but she couldn’t find any so she took the bed sheet instead.
Saddest memory of your mother?
Getting hurt and crying because she’s accepted it.
Saddest memory of your father?
Phone conversation.
Saddest memory of your sister?
Calling me and asking me to get home quick because it had gotten bad.
Angriest memory of your mother?
When she made my knees worse
Angriest memory of your father?
Christmas 1998 – when he raised his hand
Angriest memory of your sister?
I was studying for my final paper and she looked at me and said “I wish you falied†in anger. I mean what if it came thru?!!
Most embarrassing memory?
Playing inter-class basketball and falling down right in front of this girl I liked
Small things that make you smile?
Silly messages. M&Ms. Watching you when you’re with him. Sasha snuggling up against Muffet
Proudest moments?
Graduating
Strengths?
Making people laugh.
Weaknesses?
Rash. Stubborn. Quick tempered. Pie. Dealing with my own emotions
Your idea of a perfect day?
Waking up without being shouted at. Having some pancakes/waffles (I’m not fussy) for breakfast. An afternoon swim and lazing by the pool with a book. And then a nice spiffy dinner with them.
Painful school/childhood memory?
There was this lady at my grandmother’s place. She was the ironing lady, well that’s we called her. She would use sweets to try and get me down from the stairs. And come on, I was young. Sweets rock. But before I could even get to her, she smiled evilly and threatened to burn me with the iron. I ran up the stairs, slipped and roll down the flight of stairs. Come to think of it…that lady was like the witch from Witches. Bloody bitch.
Age of first alcoholic drink?
I was 9. It was Christmas party. My uncle said beer was good. And it was.
Age when you were first drunk?
My 18th birthday at Zouk. I drank way too much and got so hammered. OGB & PP had to send me home. My dad woke up and I pretended I was real spiffy and sobered, or at least I tried. But he went back to bed and I went to shower and I realized that I was bathing with my clothes on. Debbie woke up to my laughter and she had to help me out. Didn’t help that she’s quite giggly too when it comes to these kind of situations.
Memory of mother/father drunk?
I have never seen them drunk. Although my dad was slightly tipsy on my 21st birthday that he was dancing in the kitchen with my mum.