Day 26 – Key Chain Janglin’ Quirks

I have a bit of a odd habit when it comes to my ring of keys that I carry.

Whenever I put them down, I jangle them in a specific way, in order to remember where I last had them. 

Which works…

Nah who am I kidding, most of the time I still manage to misplace them anyways. 😛

As my mom once joked: ” If your head wasn’t attatched to your head, you would some how manage to lose it as well!”


And sure, the easy solution to this is just to keep multiple copies of keys or whatever, but I have a certain fondness to my current set.

  • It has a plastic oval royal blue key fob with sky blue, white, yellow and light orange lettering that says : “My friend went to TASMANIA and all I got was this Lousy KEY RING!” on it, a gift from my younger brother to me after his school trip there.
  • There is the pin tumbler lock key, aka the house key, mainly light pink but covered in pastel flowers ranging from yellow, light blue and purple.
  • Then there is the sturdy utilitarian-steel, dimple key for the inner door.
  • And finally my tiny key for my locker back at uni.

I’ve used the same set for so long, that using my backup set (because I lose my keys enough to warrent a second set) feels a bit… off.

While it has the same keys (for obvious reasons, otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a spare set):

  • there are 2 key fobs: A rectangular white plastic I ❤ New York one and a Taiwan shaped wooden one with little cutouts of Taipei 101 and a Taiwan shape filled with colored beads.
  • The flower key is replaced by an aluminum on that is just red in color, so is much lighter.

I would include pictures, but if spending way too much time learning about lock picking (I really want to pick up the hobby some day, it sounds like a pretty interesting and useful skill to have) online has taught me anything, it’s that copying keys using a photograph of them is remarkably easy to do.

Perhaps in the future I’ll include it as an edit, when I figure out how to blur out the key’s cuts!


Bringing it back to the prompt…

Because of the differences in each member of my family’s key rings, you can always tell who is coming home based on how they jangle.

My mom’s keys are attached to an orange fob with a retractable line that she keeps clipped to her bag or purse.

Thus you always hear footsteps, a slight pause (with a very quite unzipping bag zipper sound), then the outer door key opening the door, a very quiet closing of the outer door (it’s metal so is pretty loud when I close it, but my mom can somehow do it so that all you hear is a faint click when the latch reengages.) Also, she always takes off her shoes and puts them in the wooden shoe cupboard before opening the inner door, so you will hear it open and close before the inner door key goes in.

My dad’s key ring… well he has a ton of keys and fobs (for work and the like) so his keys are particularly jangle-y.

Especially since he doesn’t have a set place for them, so you can always here the bag riffling sounds as he tries to locate them. He, like me also messes up the inner door key (both sides look the same at a quick glance, and like usb it seems impossible to get them in the right way around the first time) so you key the key go in, some jangling, it being taken out the placed back in after being flipped, some more jangling etc until the door unlocks. (my brother and mom are more observant and have figured out which side is which, so they rarely get tripped up with the key)

My brother’s set has a metal key fob (a gift from a friend of his with his name on it) and gets his keys out early before getting to the door.

So there are fewer pauses compared to mom or dad. The key jangling noise is also much more… metallic sounding and sound pretty different to the other sets. Also he does the thing where he opens and goes in the inner door first without closing the door, takes off his shoes then puts them in the shoe cupboard

As for my key janglin’ quirks?

Well, I’m not really sure since I don’t pay attention to them when I unlock doors, since I am usually going home tired or hot and just want to get in asap and lie down or turn on an aircon. I should ask sometime just out of curiosity. Then again how do you bring up a conversation like that: ” Wow! that sounds interesting. In other news, do I have any weird key janglling habits?”. For the most part, I guess I have some similar traits to my dad with the inner door trip up, and with my brother with the go in first, then take off shoes and put in cupboard order.


I would usually try to bring this post to some satisfying metaphor for life, maybe about how we notice more about others subconsciously and compare ourselves to others, rather than focus on our own flaws. But really? It is just a post about key janglin’ quirks, I’ll be impressed if anyone reads to this point :p

But people are still reading this… here is a question:

Do you have your own key jangling habits? Is it purposeful, such as to remember where you put them? Or is it a unique quirk you do without noticing?

Feel free to comment below with your thoughts!

And as always, see you later!

Rebecca


This post was based off of the Daily post prompt:

Jangle (July 8)

Day 7- Blossom: A rose by any other name

Originally I had planned to carry on from yesterday’s post with a post about the world of speed cubing but this prompt was so good I couldn’t pass it up (due to timezone it is technically the June 17 one but whatever). Indulge a novice blogger will you?

Daily Post Prompt Here


Blossom.

Such a simple word that evokes such differing thoughts depending on how it is interpreted by an outside observer.

As a floral emblem or symbol of location?

It reminds me of bluebonnets, Texas’s state flower, that dotted the Austin highways in numbers that seemed magical to the little eyes of a young girl and the LBJ wildflower center alongside the red Indian paintbrushes, pink-purple cone flowers and bright yellow sunflowers at a place lovingly nicknamed “ 我們家第二個後花園”(our home’s second back garden)

Or perhaps the Bauhinia orchid tree with its pink blossoms, the emblem of Hong Kong, where I moved to and currently live, that lovingly adorns the city’s flag and coins. Its the name of the hotel we first stayed at when we moved and one stood guard near the bus stop I got off at to go to school every morning in secondary.

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How about in creating nostalgia?

I remember my childhood home’s garden, with its the sweet smell of jasmine flowers planted near the trash can and recycle bin to mask any foul odors.

Or the tiger lillys, whose dried stalks made for excellent sword fighting material against my little brother ( they snap more easily then twigs or sticks so they ).

The dandilions that I used to mess with on my walk home from elementary school with my brother (before our mother scolded us for it, since it meant more weeding work in the hot sun for someone).

The tiny orchid that my mom gave me for my birthday when we first moved to Hong Kong (which I accidentally killed, because unlike my mom, I do not have a green thumb at all)

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What about as metaphor for historic moments of protest?

More recently, with the yellow umbrella’s blossoming in the face of adversary as thousands of people (including myself) gathered on the streets of Hong Kong during the 2014 Umbrella Revolution/ Occupy Central with Love and Peace (sounds better in Chinese: 和平佔中) to call for true universal suffrage and protest Beijing’s influence in Hong Kong elections

And in the past, with Mao’s Hundred Flowers Campagin which called for a hundred flowers to blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. (You know, right before he cracked down on anyone who was outspoken against the regieme with the Anti-rightist Campaign)

How about blossom in the purest form the biological and botanical?

With the study of different phylums of plants, and how even though flowering plants may all fall under Angiosperms, they are still incredibly diverse with over several hundred thousand species of monocots, eudicots, basal plants etc, with many not just being important for their looks, but for their medicinal, ecological, economic, nutritional etc uses as well

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So..

What’s in a name?

Does it matter if we call a blossom 茉莉花, Jasminum officinale or its by common name, Jasmine? 蘭花, Orchidaceae or Orchids?

No.

We are the ones who give the blossom’s their meaning, not an arbitrary number of character strokes or squiggles placed in a specific order. A flower holds in itself a certain beuty that we ourselves associate with a story, a message, a tale.

Why?

Because “that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.”

Romeo & Juliet, Act II, Scene II [1]


And with that final quote from Shakespeare, I leave you dear readers – all 9 of you guys at time of writing

(thanks by the way, really appreciate it, though not really sure why you are following a blog that has neither rhyme nor reason to the content it posts).

Until tomorrow!

Rebecca

 

Day 3- Completely Unproductive

Completely unproductive…

That just about describes my day.

Honestly I am not sure what I should be posting here…

 

I’ve got nothing.

 

I noticed that there is a Daily Prompt thing that WordPress has, but today’s one is… meh.. “Puncture”.

What am I supposed to do with that?

So instead, I’m using a random prompt generator to come up with questions and go rapid fire questions to meet the word count.

Ready? Set? Go!

 

What does getting old mean to you?

Odd question. But I guess to me, it means gaining more control over my spare time toward a meaningful goal or something I enjoy. Not sure what I will do after university, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out by then. (Fingers crossed!)

 

What are you looking forward to?

Getting my scores for my spring semester of university. I’m sure I did okay, but I really want to know so that I can start planning for exchange in y3.

 

Write a letter to yourself age 16

I’m going to skip this one for now, since it feels like a topic that requires much more then what I have now, plus more thinking and planning.

 

Who has changed your life, and how?

Now, I was going to write about family but that seems cliché. I feel as though I’m too young so far to comment on this… I guess at the moment, its a former math teacher’s saying “ Where there is a will, there is a way”

 

Describe your bedroom in detail.

Well in 10 words: messy, cluttered and too many projects started, too few finished

 

How does the weather affect your mood?

A bit counter intuitive, but I feel as though I am more cheerful when it rains than when it is sunny. Possibly because I’m from Texas and live in HK now, where blue skies and sun usually signals too hot to function outside for extended periods and sun burns. Rain on the other hand is super soothing at night and just much more relaxing.

 

Well that should be enough words. Maybe I’ll do another rapid fire questions post again since it was quite fun!

For future reference link HERE to prompt generator

Rebecca