Apparently having honest (but bad) opinions about other country can give you a suspension until further notice from your job, which in this case: a TV reporter, as in someone who's suppose to report anything as long as it's correct. And when you held back and published your opinions in blogs, your writings can still make an important man angry. I'm nowhere near angry with that man's sayings that most bloggers are liars, and mostly jobless women, because the man claimed to be misquoted alright. I just wish she aired it on TV instead. Just to add a little more suspense and drama. Tee hee. It's just an honest opinion of one person, people. Don't take anything too seriously these days. You'll grow another wrinkle.
I support high-class polygamy. As in you can marry both my high-class left and right butt. Otherwise it'd be too hard.
Sometimes I walk backwards just to have the feel of not knowing what's to come. Like in real life. Of course I do this too if I'm not in the mood to make social conversation and I notice someone I don't know that well in the crowd.
I read dictionaries. Finding new words in different language is like riding a rollercoaster for me. I'm that nerdy.
Artificial life sucks big time and I instantly look down on others who tried too hard to impress.
Sushi bar and sake or just plain green tea will do just fine for a first date, and many other dates to come. I adore nori just enough to have it all the time.
I've had some thoughts on the topic of sperm donor. It's the solution for my wanting to have a baby without the effort of finding the perfect husband. Also the solution for my wanting to have a half caucasian baby boy I'll name Nostradamus.
If pre-marital sex is not a sin, and the society I live in is that open-minded (yeah right), and HIV virus does not exist, I plan to have kids from all different races. So I'll have my own United Colors of Natacha.
Good book and a cup of coffee are my multiple orgasms on the beach around sunset. How good is that?
I'm a jerk detector. If you're in a relationship and want to know if your guy is a creep, bring him to me. If by chance I'm attracted to him, then yes, he's a jerk.
Any movies where the character narrates their every thoughts will make my eyebrows taut and my heart fell in love. Charlie Kaufman's my hero.
I've always wanted to go hunting. Photography speaking. Animals deserve to live.
I love games. Any kind. PC, Play Station, Nintendo, RPG, adventure, you name it. Games in love excluded.
Human behaviour never fails to amaze me.
Beaches and kites always remind me of my late Grandpa. He taught me how to fly a kite eversince I was little.
I'm learning to always look on the bright side but my surroundings suck my positivity.
I welled up if I see old couple holding hands while crossing the street. That is until my lovely mother exclaimed: Of course, otherwise they'd fall.
Nerds like Michael Tribbiani are total turn on.
Players like Joey Tribbiani are total turn off. On. Off. On. Dammit. Off.
