While I was catching up in blogging, trying not to be sacked, discussing my fav body parts, I was horrified that I was tagged again.

The bloody rules:
- Post the rules of the six random things tag on your blog
- Write six random things about yourself in a blog post
- Tag six people of your own
- Link to each person you tag
- Let each person know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
- Let the person who tagged you know your entry is up

I ran out of random things long ago. So I'll start from the beginning.

I was born in a small clinic [1], near a slaughter house [2], on a semi forgotten urban jungle on the wrong side of an airport [3]. My mother always told me that I made scenes frequently if my nanny don't take me to the harbor round the corner to see the animal parade [4]. Little did I know that these animals almost arrive daily marching to the slaughter house. Yes, my father is very pragmatic on money. The flat didn't really cost a lot. There was a power plant there too. The first thing we notice in the morning was the inflation status of a huge natural gas drum right outside the window [5]. We used to watch it as the phase of the moon. Being on an off beat neighborhood had it advantages. It's safe to roam the streets and buildings hunting for treasures such as abandoned shoe polishing kits [6]. As for my father being pragmatic, not only that he could afford to pay some relative with nothing much to do as our nanny, we even have 'cable' TV [bonus]. I still couldn't figure out how the cable company bother to provide the only 'cable' to our neighborhood.

Callie Preston
Callgirl Next Door
Cautiously Optimistic
Experienced Girlfriend
Elsa Caroline
Alexa NY Hottie