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Well, it's just ten facts. Not exactly interesting.
1: I had a propensity for being accident prone and getting odd scars in spectacular ways as a child. Scars from Verdun (battlefield in WW1 where the French got massacred), my brother's braces (kick someone with traintracks in the teeth and you too will acquire one), kiss chase at the age of five, and being knocked out in a swimming pool by some bloke coming down the slide behind me.
2: My hands are child-sized and child-proportioned.
3: I'm allergic to normal plasters. And any medicine that is powdered and put in water makes me throw up instantly.
4: Nearly every casual close-up photo taken of me makes me look stoned. This is due to naturally over-wide pupils.
5: I was born and raised until I was 5 in Indonesia and still have some of the more annoying habits of that society.
6: Everyone in religious studies class hated me; I was the only atheist in the class when we started secondary school and the only one who'd read the bible the whole way through, and as a result a complete smart-arse. Teacher used to throw out statements from the bible, and I'd raise my hand and say "Actually, in (insert chapter and verse) it says this." Only person ever to get detention for 'foul and abusive language: written' in that class.
7: I was on the school synchro team, and since the age of one spent as much time in the water as possible. This resulted in me having better lung pressure and capacity than all the athletes in the class. :smirk: considering I looked like a small beachball....
8: I have a cough that sounds like I'm trying to expel my lungs. Couple this with how pale I am, et voila! instant tuberculosis case!
9: When I was little, they thought I had appendicitis. I didn't. Something called grumbling appendix instead. But there's nothing like waking up in the hospital delirious and in pain to a load of students surrounding my bed and a doctor saying "Now, this is a textbook case of appendicitis - note all the symptoms are present." How to scare shit out of small ill child.
10: Moments of Carrie in my life : branch coming through the bus window, scoring my head, and thus getting my school uniform and me soaked in blood. I call it how to scare a whole double-decker bus full of people. Walking through the canteen at college in nothing but shorts and covered head-to-toe in red paint after playing the obligatory body-in-the-bathtub in photo shoot.
1: I had a propensity for being accident prone and getting odd scars in spectacular ways as a child. Scars from Verdun (battlefield in WW1 where the French got massacred), my brother's braces (kick someone with traintracks in the teeth and you too will acquire one), kiss chase at the age of five, and being knocked out in a swimming pool by some bloke coming down the slide behind me.
2: My hands are child-sized and child-proportioned.
3: I'm allergic to normal plasters. And any medicine that is powdered and put in water makes me throw up instantly.
4: Nearly every casual close-up photo taken of me makes me look stoned. This is due to naturally over-wide pupils.
5: I was born and raised until I was 5 in Indonesia and still have some of the more annoying habits of that society.
6: Everyone in religious studies class hated me; I was the only atheist in the class when we started secondary school and the only one who'd read the bible the whole way through, and as a result a complete smart-arse. Teacher used to throw out statements from the bible, and I'd raise my hand and say "Actually, in (insert chapter and verse) it says this." Only person ever to get detention for 'foul and abusive language: written' in that class.
7: I was on the school synchro team, and since the age of one spent as much time in the water as possible. This resulted in me having better lung pressure and capacity than all the athletes in the class. :smirk: considering I looked like a small beachball....
8: I have a cough that sounds like I'm trying to expel my lungs. Couple this with how pale I am, et voila! instant tuberculosis case!
9: When I was little, they thought I had appendicitis. I didn't. Something called grumbling appendix instead. But there's nothing like waking up in the hospital delirious and in pain to a load of students surrounding my bed and a doctor saying "Now, this is a textbook case of appendicitis - note all the symptoms are present." How to scare shit out of small ill child.
10: Moments of Carrie in my life : branch coming through the bus window, scoring my head, and thus getting my school uniform and me soaked in blood. I call it how to scare a whole double-decker bus full of people. Walking through the canteen at college in nothing but shorts and covered head-to-toe in red paint after playing the obligatory body-in-the-bathtub in photo shoot.
