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		<title>Three Little Things That Define You</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>People always want others to know about their greatest achievements and attributes. Like the time they saved 24 Chihuahua&#8217;s from a sinking ship, or that they are the fastest Guinness drinker this side of the Mersey. It probably derives from parental-attention deprivation during childhood. (OK, just me then).</p>
<p>But what about the small, seemingly insignificant things that you do/are that wouldn’t usually get talked about? I came up with this idea four years ago. My original list was:</p>
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<li>I hold doors for people</li>
<li>I remember names</li>
<li>I remember birthdays</li>
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<p>I’m revisiting this idea because I want to examine how I have changed. I’ve also run out of other interesting things to talk about on this blog. So, do I still do these things? </p>
<p><strong>I hold doors for people     <br /></strong>Probably less so these days. It’s due to the crazed rush I usually in. I’m more likely to shove you out of the way onto the tube. Old ladies, you have been warned.</p>
<p><strong>I remember names     <br /></strong>Less again. This idea stemmed from reading “How to Make Friends and Influence People”. I used to religiously write down new peoples’ names in my diary. I once mentioned to a friend that we had met three months ago to this day and showed her name in the diary. She wasn’t impressed. It’d be a useful habit to pick up again. It’d be easier if I didn’t work in a firm of 1000+ employees.</p>
<p><strong>I remember birthdays     <br /></strong>Interesting. I used to have store friend’s birthday&#8217;s on my phone with handy reminder. This worked well until my phone was stolen and I realised that paper backups still have their uses. Now I have a separate birthday calendar on Google Calendar. It’s saved forever (in Google’s servers I trust), except I never bother to check it. Don’t expect any happy birthday text messages soon.</p>
<p><strong>Three Little Things 2009</strong></p>
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<li><strong>I don’t sit down on the fold-down seats on the Underground during rush hour.</strong> On every carriage on the Underground, there are 8 fold-down seats that strictly shouldn’t be used when the train is packed full of passengers. I don’t blame those who have choose to sit down. The tube journeys on a summer’s day are horrible and a seat is a welcome respite. I admit, I do get jealous. But I choose to make the journey a little more bearable by standing up instead of sitting down. Of course, I can never sit down again after making this statement <img src='http://www.jameshuang.co.uk/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':-(' class='wp-smiley' /> </li>
<li><strong>If you injure your ankle, arm, eyeball or liver, I’ll ask if it was the left or right side.</strong> It seems like the obvious thing to ask.</li>
<li><strong>I remember the simple events in your life, and ask how they turned out.</strong> Something like, “remember you mentioned a year ago that you wanted to buy a blue tortoise, how did that turn out”.</li>
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<p>I’ve had enough of setting myself up to fail. Please add the “Three Little Things That Define You”. It doesn’t have to be an action. It can be a fun fact, object you own, personality quirk, interesting crimes – anything, as long as it is small.</p>
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