Objectification= When a living thing, especially a human called Jeremy, takes on the characteristics of an object
A person's lifestyle choices ought to be a fairly good reflection of one's true self, so much so that one and his favourite objects ought to share similar traits. Just like her famed conical bra, Madonna is one sharp woman. Yepp, you get the drift.
With due consideration to the three basic constructs of chocolates (because THE clique worships them), shoes (because I like them) and underwear (erm. just. because), just how true is Jeremy to his real self?
Q: What is your favourite chocolate?
Jeremy: Royale Milk Chocolate. With chocolate syrup underneath and covered with cocoa powder.
Verdict: NOT TRUE TO REAL SELF. Jeremy is so nutty he could be squirrel feed. The choice of milk chocolate is fine, he can be white or dark too because sometimes he leaves a bitter aftertaste, other times sweet. But nuts, the chocolate definitely needs nuts.
Q: What is your favourite shoe?
Jeremy: erm, chey so easy. flip flops!
Verdict: (1)NOT TRUE TO REAL SELF. Unlike flip flops (which makes very irritating noises when a person is walking), Jeremy doesn't even make a sound. Well maybe a grunt or an occassional "OIIIII..."
(2) TRUE TO REAL SELF. Like flip flops (which are meant for slobs. hee), Jeremy does have a similar attribute to flip flops, and I mean BIG flip flops - the kind he ALWAYS wear. tsk tsk.
Q: What is your favourite underwear type?
Jeremy: (THE clique should know)
Verdict: TRUE TO REAL SELF. Jeremy is what i call - a "high maintenance" boy.
Happy Eighteen our dear Jeremy! Cheers.
p.s: we really tot ure turning nineteen. HAIYA. major disappointment. you'll always be our little boy.