Seriously. The only reason I ever blog on bebo is when I'm in the mood for surveys. I shouldn't be, actually; I need to get to uni tomorrow to hack out another essay, and I also have 'A Room of One's Own' on my table with 'Orlando' to follow, both by Virginia Woolf. Who is awesomeawesomeawesome. But, I am cold, and I'm going to be tired soon, and whenever that happens it's survey time.

With that said, here it is.


1) A genie offers to grant you ONE wish, what would you wish for?
An infinite number of wishes more. What? It's the only logical answer!
2) If you could be any animal, which one would you choose and why?
ohgod. Seriously, this isn't as easy a question as it seems because you have to think about all the real, concrete facts- like, the lifespan of said animal. I don't know, I think it'd depend on for how long I was being the creature. If it was only for a while and I'd be returned to my normal state after a few hours or upon the event of my death, whichever came sooner, then some kind of falcon, or a sparrow, or even a seagull, for fun. If it was for the rest of my life, then a housecat. In a nice house, preferably with kind people.
3) You can return to ANY time period. Which one do you choose and why?
... the future would be nice, but I don't think it constitutes 'returning'. Seriously, I like this time period a lot. You can't realistically travel back in time unless you're male and have an abundance of some form currency on you. And as I fit neither category, I don't think I'd enjoy the past very much.
Hmmm. Maybe the hippy era, then. Beat poets. Modernism. The Village and emancipation and Rent. Hoorah. But going further back requires descending into patriarchy, and who wants to crawl into that disgusting slop?
4) You have to belong to another culture. Which one do you choose and why?
... another culture? another one? I already have, like, two and a few bits, dammit. Does that mean I can't choose either of them, Chinese or Western/British/NZ-er? Hmmm.
If not British, land of the language I adore, then German or Irish, I think. German, because, come on. State-funded theatre, Goethe, Rilke. The land where folktales come from. And Irish because- also a land where fairytales come from, and- Yeats. Beckett. Wilde. Come on.
5) If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose?
... Winter. In New Zealand. Weather here is so fickle it's like summer one day and blustery freezing icefreak the next. But seriously, I do prefer winter to summer. I don't like heat all that much, for some reason, but love it when the wind blows through my bones.
6) Your are kicked out of your country. Which new one do you move to and why?
... oh god, so many places to choose! Also, which country am I kicked out of, considering I have two? Both? If both, then, Germany because: STATE FUNDED THEATRE SYSTEM. Or France, because I like the language. Or Greece or Italy because of the myths and the ruins and the history and the civilizations and yes, Classics is one of my majors at university. Or England, because... I like England a lot, and I'm ridiculously more colonised than I should be, I think. Or Ireland because of the literature and, again, I quote, Yeats, Beckett, Wilde. Grudgingly, Seamus Heaney as well. Seriously, awesome poets come out of Ireland. Maybe Amsterdam, because it sounds like a good place. Maaaaybe America, because I know lots of people there, even though I'm not entirely keen on the culture. Look, it really isn't a problem being kicked out of my country; I'm planning to travel anyway so, just- anywhere. And everywhere.
7) You can be friends with any fictional character. Who do you choose? Why?
... M. Because I wrote him and I think it'd be awesome.
You get to meet any historical figure. Who do you choose and why?
... Jesus is probably the typical answer. Seriously, I'm just not interested in meeting historical figures. I want to meet people now. Now, I tell you, or peo

Because it's 3 in the morning and I'm exhausted and I've just finished work and I'm bored and my sentences are all running into one another like overtired metaphors, it's time to do a survey thing. I swear, this is the only time I ever fill in one of these, when my brain is too dead to protest.

FINISH EACH SENTENCE

Let's walk on the ... forehead of the giants.
Let's look at the... floor.
What a nice... I think my brain just hit a bad phase. Or a blonde phase. Valley girl blonde. The kind that checks out guys and immediately thinks crass innuendo. I need to stop this survey immediately (but it's, like, sooooooo addictive!!!!111!!11!!!eleventyone
 !!1!)
Where did all the ... flowers go?
Why can't we... die?
Silly, little... bookshelf.
Isn't it weird that... there is no such thing as a tomatore?
Never under any circumstance... will I kill my turtle.
I wish... there was a better way of wasting my time than this.
Everyone has a... head.
I am... not.

HAVE YOU EVER

Been In Love? Refuse to answer until I manage to satisfactorily define love. You can't just throw words around like an idiot. With great power comes great responsibility. Big words like love are difficult.
Been To Juvie? Uh, no. Do we even have juvenile prison in NZ?
Mooned Someone? ... nope.
Been Rejected? ... sure, everyone's been rejected at some time or another, whether it's by work, or family, or friends, or the stranger walking by on the street. Yes, I will interpret everything you specifically deem eros'd to be platonic. Because.
Ran Away From Home? Wanted to. Many times. Calmed down before I did, usually.
Pictured Your Crush Naked? ... probably. I can picture most people naked if I think about it.
Skipped School? Yep.
Thought About Suicide? Of course.
Slept Outside? ... maybe? In a tent, yes.
Laughed So Hard You Cried? ... probably.
Cried In School? Yes. Definitely. Probably something to do with PE. I hate PE. Hated it. Hate it now. Hatehatehate. Actually, in fact, I think I cried in class once or twice because I was so scared of performing. Yes, I get stage fright, despite being a rabid theatre student. So sue me.
Thrown Up In School? Probably. I've been in school all my life. Sure, I probably got ill.
Wanted To Be a Model? ... not particularly.
Cheated On Someone? .... sorry, on whom? The idea of cheating implies the presence of someone to cheat on.
Done Something Really Stupid That You Still Laugh At Today? ... um. Probably?
Seen A Dead Body? Yep. Grandfathers. Both of 'em.
Been Bitched Out? ... sorry, what? I'm unfamiliar with this term.
Drank Alcohol? ... yes.
Smoked? No.
Been On Drugs? Panadol, yes. Harder stuff, no. Chinese medicine is bad enough.
Eaten Sushi? Why is this here?
Been On Stage? Theatre student. Duh.
Gone Skinny Dipping? Nope.
Shoplifted? Nope.
Been Drunk? Nope. Never.
Been Called A Tease? *laughs* Sorry, me? A tease? I don't even flirt. I used to avoid guys I found attractive. In fact, I used to avoid guys, fullstop. And now I'm just not interested. So. No.
Been Beaten Up? ... yes. By my parents. Chinese discipline is, interesting.

DO YOU
Swear? I didn't used to, but nowadays I do a little, mildly. You know, I really need to think about swearing, and the import of it, otherwise I'll keep wavering around and just get worse. What's so bad about swearing, and what's so useful about it? Why does it exist? What does it mean, and why are there so many objections against it?
Sing Well? Oh yes.
Shower Daily? Mmhmm.
Want To Go To College? ... no, I don't. I'm, doing a BA in Theatre, Classics and English Literature, I voluntarily chose these subjects, this will take me at least four years, but no, I don't really want to go to college.
Want To Get Married? Good question. I don't know, really. I don't particularly like weddings, in fact, I don't really ever want to have one, but that's because the whole whitedress something borrowed something blue weddingcake crap is as much ritual as jumping over a

It's 2:08am and I don't want to go to bed, even though I have to get down to pipitea campus by 1:30pm tomorrow to see Pleasant Counsellor Woman (modern equivalent of Mighty Medicine Woman). I swear I will still be ridiculously tired by 11:30, which is the time I have to wake up.

So! Survey things!

1. Who was the last person to call you baby?
Paula, at work a few weeks ago, possibly while edging me out of the way and grabbing the chardonnay during the interval bar-rush. She smells like cigarette smoke, has long black hair, makes awesome coffee and calls everyone baby in her Spanish accent, and sounds awesome while doing that. Haven't seen her for a while, though- wonder if she's left? There's a high turnover rate where I work. People on their OE rushing in and rushing back out again after two months.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Depends how lazy I'm feeling, or if my brother's around to delegate to. Most of the time, if I'm shopping for myself I use a basket. Far less wheely-horrors.

4. Has someone ever sung a song to you?
Several times. I come from a singing background. Nearly everyone I know who can sing has sung to or with me. Most recent occasions involving my name being sung, that I can remember, however, are Gwen's 'Vaaaaaalerie's in 7th form English. (Wow. That was a while ago.)

5. Do you play Sudoku?
Nope. English major. Crosswords are more fun.

6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness would you survive?
Which wilderness? Technically a city can be a wilderness, devoid of natural beauty. People who write surveys should be more specific. But if we mean general arid deserted landscape, probably not. I was born in an explosion of concrete and steel. I was born in a crowd. I am a city person, down to my bones. Even living where I am, surrounded by the sheer astonishing beauty that is New Zealand, I miss the noise and lights and insanity of the city. Sometimes.

18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you would do?
(Oooh, numberjump. I wonder what all the missing questions were?) Pray, probably. While phoning 111, and/or screaming 'FIRE!'. Or, I'd probably panic hugely, because I've just rearranged my bookshelf, and I love my books a lot, and books are flammable.

19. Who was the last person you shared a bed with?
... possibly, my brother, on holiday, in Korea, when I was twelve?

20. Who do you text the most?
At present? Isaac, to arrange things.

21. Who was the last person you said you loved?
... Gracie, I think.

22. What color are your eyes?
Standard colour. You know, default Asian brown. The shade you can't see pupils in unless you're right up close enough to study the difference. Which doesn't happen in general, because I'm Chinese and therefore uptight about personal space. That's right. Pulling the culture lever.

23. How tall are you?
Well, I can walk through my door without hitting my head on the lintel, but I can't safely walk under my desk without bending. That tall.

25. Do you like your parents?
My mother, yes. My father, no. I love them both, however, because I can't not.

26. Do you secretly like someone?
I secretly like everyone. I swear, I can find something attractive about any person, given enough time.

27. Why did your last relationship end?
Sorry, what relationship?

28. Who was the last person you said you loved on the phone?
... either Connie or Lyd. Who are both on opposite sides of the world now. Miss them.

29. Favorite ex?
I beg your pardon?

30. Where is the furthest place you traveled?
Uh. I'm not sure. From New Zealand, or from Hong Kong? Furthest place from New Zealand is probably England, unless California is... not sure. Or, Korea? Hawaii? I don't know, I travelled a lot as a kid, I don't think about things like distances.

32. Do you like mustard?
Alone? No. With beef? Yes.

33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
Sleep. Definitely. Oh, look, now I want sleep, now that I'm