So apparantly I've been tagged, and I've actually seen everyone (except Dundi of course) answering to this tagging, and we all know I must do opposite of Dundi.

So here are five facts about me, obviously not randomly selected, since I ain't no robot, but nevertheless, they're what somewhat spontaneously came to my mind when I thought: what things do people perhaps not know about me already, and can I mix them with lots of anocdotes and lengthy explanations?

1. I have some sort of talent of sucking up language. When I stay in a foreign country I find a huge part of my brain immediately focusing on the language spoken there. Subsequently, this becomes a big part of my experience of a foreign country, and I love every second of it. This does not happen as strongly if I'm not staying in a particular language area, say, if I'm only trying to learn a language on my own, but I still have nice abilities to learn a language in a classroom. As an example of this is when I visited Hungary. I had been skimming over my friend's Hungarian grammar before she moved there, I found it interesting but not much sat behind. But as soon as I landed in Budapest, my senses started to suck up the language around, and over the two-three weeks staying there I gathered enough vocabulary to be able to hold the simplest conversation with a cab-driver. It was really simple though: I-on-summer-vacation-not-long-few weeks-my-friend-school-here-learning-doctor.. that sorta stuff. And I remember sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons in Hungarian while perusing a dictionary to understand, finding it extraordinarily exhilarating. Same thing happened in Japan, it didn't take long to pick up the katagana alphabet, learn how to read where the toilets were and order some hotto kohi. Unfortuanately, I've never really done much with this. Instead of going for three months to France and pick up French, I prefer staying at home, picking my nose. Sheesh.

2. I hardly ever wear bras. I have a slight figure and nature blessed me with no more in the bosom department than I need and fits my frame. And stays up. I'm no fan of unecessary torture and find myself puzzled at girls who lack more than me actually wearing bras. What on earth for? I understand that women who actually have something to carry, say from C and up, need something to fight the powers of gravity, but why string something around you when you don't need to? Sometimes I put one on when I'm wearing something that might result in an accident of the revealing kind, but as soon as I can, I take the damn thing off. Same goes for everything "extra", be it watches, rings, necklaces, bracelets and hair. Can't stand anything like that for too long.

3. I like eating raw meat. Raw liver triggers something in me. That something says: devour me! Pretty gross, I'm told, but what can I say, the taste of blood is yummy.

4. I like traveling between places while listening to music and looking out of a window more than I like some more standard forms of entertainment. I love riding buses from my home to somewhere, or riding in a car while sitting next to boyfriend (he understands my hazing off). This also includes walking between places with my headset on. One summer I had a job that included the most horrific uniforms, and I loved walking from that workplace to the uni to get to a computer, listening to something groovy. My stride gave me my cool back from a day of having my inner homo insulted by pastelgreen and shapeless trousers. The walk took half and hour and I was glad to get it. Nevertheless, this traveling does not include me having to have to drive myself, because then I obviously can't haze off, and it doesn't include some busrides to unknown places, that means I have to have my wits about, and it doesn't include sloooow and smelly buses on my way home.. they just take too many turns and make me carsick. No swoosh in that.

5. I don't like having people in my home.. for too long. When I was a kid I abhorred having my friends round. So I didn't. When asked: can I come round your place, I just said: NO. YOU CAN'T. I could stay at friends' houses, but no way they could hang around my house. MY HOUSE! No strangers plz. I've softened up in my grownuppery, and love having GOOD FRIENDS round. I hate having strangers and aquaintances make me feel weary real soon. And if people show signs of overstaying their welcome, I get all quirky and weary and start bringing out the old chainsaw in my head. Honestly. I've felt outright hostility towards my closest friends if they've hung around a few hours over the accepted limit. No offense. This just happens. My home is sanctum sanctorum. I think I'm pretty good at holding this impatience at bay though and I hope people will continue coming around for a coffee. Please don't stop coming around for coffee, I love visits. When you see me starting to get restless, just ask me and I'll say: yes, please, go now. If you're really fun, I'll say: have another coffee. This strange crazyness is one of the things that tells me Svan is my man. I never get the urge to kick him out.

There I'm done.