5 Things You Don’t Know About Me | Don’t Tag Me, I’m It Already

They say the best defense is an offence, and in this case they were right. I’ve been tagged in a virtual game of ‘You’re It’ four times, and it’s time to stop the madness.

Chris Owen, Carol Ross, Pam Slim and Suzanne Falter-Barns – next time we’re in a paintball arena together, better watch your behinds. [Insert wicked grin.]

Seriously though, this is a neat thing in a certain way, this game of tag thing. Someone started it somehow and tagged five people. Those five people told five things about themselves that their blog readers didn’t know. And they in turn tagged five people. And so on, and so on.

What I do think is neat is that we’re deliberately creating a web within the greater Interweb. I mean, what if I started a Tag, You’re It, on a specific topic that I wanted to generate conversation on? What if there was a topic you cared enough about and you wanted a construct through which you could invite people to deliberately generat content? Infuse the web with material?

It’s viral-ish because it’s rather easy to make 5 points on a topic…and post, right?

Anyway, I’m not a chain letter sort of person, and I’m not even sure what it means to have been tagged four times…what’s the etiquette here – do I have to post 20 things about me, and tag 20 people?? Whatever…sparing myself the math, here are five things you thought you wanted to know about me…

(1) I have a small brown birthmark on my left heel. When I get a massage or a pedicure, people always think I’ve stepped in something, or have something ‘stuck on my foot.’ My mom used to kiss that spot when she changed my diaper. (Hey, you asked.)

(2) I went to an Anglican all-girl highschool where I took Latin through grade 12. Try as I might, I can’t seem to forget the first few lines of the Lord’s Prayer in Latin. I still love pleated plaid skirts and l still get shy around guys, after being married to one for 11 years. Parents, never underestimate the impact of ‘nurture’ on your kids.

(3) My idea of a really fun time is an afternoon of ping-pong followed by a large Papaya & Milk Bubble Tea with pearls. Little did I know that this traditionally Taiwanese drink is supposed to increase the size of your bust, and lots and lots of prepubescent girls in Taiwan drink it religiously for that reason. So thaat’s why I was getting those funny looks…talk about a cultural gap.

(4) My three favorite restaurants in the world are (1) ‘Sansei’ – Japanese Fusion in Kihei, Maui – NOT to be missed (2) Tropika – Asian Fusion in Vancouver, B.C.- also incredible (3) The Cattle Baron, Alberta Beef in Calgary, Alberta – prime rib that you can eat with a spoon.

(5) As firstborn in a Taiwanese family, I was supposed to be an Andrew but ended up with Andrea which ironically means ‘womanly’ in the original Greek. My two younger brothers are Edward and Irwin. (Guess who still talks about getting the short end of the naming stick?)

As first generation immigrants my parents learned corny rules about the English alphabet like the order of the vowels: A, E, I, O, U, which, it turns out, is what they used to name us…you know, Andrea, Edward, Irwin (A, E, I…but no O, U.) Haha, insert cheesy Asian laughter…no OU, get it?

Yay! That’s it, that’s five. Does that mean I’m not it anymore?

P.S. One more thing. I have a really good memory too. So if you try to social engineer me with one of the above points, I’ll know. Not only that, I’ll also know you didn’t have anything better to do than read this post containing useless facts about me…and what does that tell me about YOU?

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