… Playbook? No, This entry is not about the movie. Though, on a side note, I am dying to see for myself just how Jennifer Lawrence won so many awards for her role in the film. Even the fact the Bradley Cooper is also in the film is kind of obscured by my curiosity. And, another side note, I love Jennifer Lawrence’s ensembles on the red carpet, at parties, and guesting gigs. Props to Rachel Zoe for doing a darn good job.
Anyway, on to the matter at hand. So, these past two weeks have been crappy for me. So, yeah, I need a breather, truly. So, imagine my surprise when I received a note from Chi Hoang of Macaroons in Paris saying that she nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Wow! Really? I just started A Rogue Planet December of last year and I never thought that it would even be noticed, more so nominated for anything. So, this is a wonderful surprise. Thank you so much, dear, for being a ray of sunlight in this otherwise overcast week of mine. Truly grateful.
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. State seven things about yourself.
4. Nominate fifteen other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.
7 things about me:
1. I am terrible with numbers and am no good with remembering dates, even birthdays. It’s not that I don’t remember at all. It’s just that, I’d remember days ahead of the actual birth date. I’d keep reminding myself to remember. But on the actual day, I forget. And, I’d usually remember the day after. I’m just as bad with remembering my parent’s age, my sisters’, my kids’ and especially mine. So, if I were asked how old I am now, I’d probably give the wrong digits. So, it’s better to say I was born in 1981. Calculate, please. Thank you.
2. I love clothes first, and shoes second. In fact, my love for shoes started a little over 8 or 10 years ago. But I’d have to admit, beautiful shoes do make a boring outfit a lot more interesting.
3. I have a slight obsession with graphic prints. Actually, I love prints and I used to design/make my own textile prints. I’d make a stencil, and transfer them on fabric using silkscreen. And at one point was dying to learn how to make batik cloths.
4. I have a few artist friends back in college who used to spoil me, gifting me with their handmade trinkets! I miss them terribly. I’m talking about you Lawrence Mangao, and of course, you, Botsky! And, there was Kent. *sigh*… Oh, where are you (guys) now…
5. I’m shy. But no longer as shy as I was, let’s say, during my pre-adolescent and teen years. I was terribly shy. I’d usually walk face down as I didn’t want eye contact with other people. Kinda autistic, yeah? But I’ve sort of gotten over that.
6. I used to be terrified of my reflection. Again, during my pre-adolescent and teen years, I very seldom look at myself in the mirror. I cringe every time I see myself in the mirror. I don’t know how to explain that. But overtime, I realized how ridiculous it is and forced myself to get used to looking at myself in the mirror. Now, I’m OK. Still, I sometimes forget to check myself in the mirror after dressing up and brushing my hair, especially when in a hurry. So, just imagine just how horrendous I’d look during those time.
7. I have a poker face. Often, people can’t tell what I’m really feeling because my face does not reflect what I’m truly feeling. And it’s frustrating because more than half the time, I’m not aware what expression my face is showing. At times, in my mind, I’m smiling at another person, but my smile might actually look like a smirk, or something worse. Or, when I’m deep in thought, thus looking serious, the person in my line of sight might actually think I’m glowering at him/her even though I’m not actually seeing him/her at all. So, yeah, I’ve gotten into trouble with my poker face one too many times.
Blogs I nominate (in no particular order):
Diary of a Mad Crafter
Lime Lane Love
Le Zoe Musings
The Coyote Thistle
And, oh! I’m currently listening to Vienna Teng. ‘Lullaby for a Stormy Night’ just makes want to curl up and dream away.
Such s life… Jette