So after years of having carried around the inspiration, today (meaning the three days that it takes me to think) I settle in into making that list of 25 things about me. They may be random things about me; perhaps, perhaps not. That depends on how well you know me. But here they go. Before it looks like I'm chicken or something.
- Times in my life are defined by the songs that were playing in my head. If you don't make me think of a song, or if a song doesn't make me think of you, then you probably need to spend more time becoming important to me.
- I'm not all that fond of Maggi noodles. I'm more of a greasy Hakka noodles sort of girl. Not even spaghetti makes the cut. Maggi in emergencies with cheese and lots of ketchup is satisfying. But nothing quite gets me like Hakka noodles do.
- It has come to the notice of people around me that I try to say the nice thing. I claim I'm honest. But there are so many times I chicken out of being just as honest as I'd like to be.
- Though that may be jinxing it, I love my left ear more than I love my right. It's true, I do love one a little snip more than the other. It's only because my left ear looks like it's been nibbled off at the corner and that seems to give it more character.
- I'm freaked out by outright dirty jokes. Unless some crafty wordplay is involved. I'm freaking out right now. Subject closed.
- It's so frightening to me, to talk about myself incessantly, that at this point, I have gone over the post and tried to eliminate 'I's from the start of each 'thing'.
- Mustard is the most beautiful sauce. Everything, from the colour to that tang it leaves on your tongue is beautiful.
- The maddening worlds of Star Wars are the only realms of fantasy that I can lose myself in. I'm grateful that I have a walking Wookieepedia to talk to about it all.
- I may just be a copycat. Or a chameleon-shape-shifter. I find myself being like that when I write (and this post is testament to my camouflage) or when it comes to music. And it has done well for me. I am much richer now that I have the picked pockets of Cohenophiles, Doors lovers and Floydians.
- I would have liked to be a ballerina. A Russian ballerina, to be specific. I love the flowing lines of their bodies and the way that there is structure to every rise and fall of their movement. Even the chiffon, tulle and taffeta look like there is life in them and that they have their own grace. I love watching (yes, because the doing will be rigorous like nothing I could ever imagine) the dance movies. The Centre Stages and the Black Swans will forever fascinate me more than anything in the world.
- Thinking of all this dancing: it is my one wish to be able to dance. I fancy trying my hand at it all and dance is one thing still left to try.
- Geeky conversation is fascinating. I like the sitting, listening and learning more than when I find myself talking. I prefer listening to nerdiness than jock blabber and bimbo jabber.
- I'm terrified, paranoid and chicken in general. Incidentally, this found itself (without planning) at #13. Hmmm...curiouser and curiouser.
- I collect people. I collect experiences related to people. Everyone is a little something for the shelves and bookcases in my head-space.
- I'm absent minded. Like this post has had me put down numbers and then forget what I wanted to put against them. I forget terribly important things like telling the mother that the bai is not coming or... well, I forgot. Again. It ends up looking like I don't care. But I just don't remember that you're running a temperature or that the last thing we spoke about was how your boyfriend called you 23 times after you fought.
- Darth Vader is the scariest thing to have happened to me. I still find myself tensing up when the Imperial March plays. His mechanical breathing is enough to give me goosebumps. Something about him being the most terrifying Dad in all history.
- There are a million times that I write for myself. I snicker at the things I put up knowing fully well that a third of the references are only funny in my house-of-mirrors-of-a-brain <<At post #18, I'm thinking: Are there more things about me?>>
- Millions of times I write, deliberately for the benefit of someone else. If I can't countenance the anger or sadness or euphoria of a 'someone' then they become a post. Status messages with secret coded references, songs and or the occasional initialism; they are all how I make you know that I'm talking to you... You talkin' to me?
- The last two were, essentially, about the same thing. And that could count as cheating on a post like this and that makes me think about how I have the most gargantuan fear of consequences. And that makes cheating at anything a gruelling experience. Exams are the worst because cheating is happening all around you and there are people peeking and there are people watching to catch the peeking people and there are so many ways things could go wrong....nooooo! It's terrifying.
- I love keeping text messages. There are days when I do go through the ones I've kept. In the early days when phone inboxes were about the size of a cockroach wedged into a little crack in the wall, I'd take the time to write out the messages that I 'needed' together with the name of the sender, the date and time (down to the second) and if it was a memorable conversation, then all that I said. I am the biographer's dream!
- I will try not to lie about where I am in case something happens and I die and my parents find out that I lied to them. *shudder* My parents scare me even beyond the grave (mine).
- Tattoos. I'd like a tattoo. I just can't imagine having one symbol etched onto my skin for the rest of my life. It's too big a responsibility. What if I stop believing? I think I'd put the idea through a time-commitment test just to see how long it lasts. The current idea is running it's third year, I think
- (Won't start with an 'I').. I'd like to grow older. I don't understand the 'don't want my 19th, 20th, 21st...birthday' sentiment. I want to know what happens. So yes, I want to get older.
- <<At post #24, I'm thinking: Oh. 25 things are way too many for anyone to read!>> I hate cameras. They're watchful and judgmental and it's disconcerting to have one inches away from your face. Ever since a sketch artist (I mean, he's not even supposed to be that observant/honest/cocky...) zipped out a sketch of me with every blemish on my skin rendered as clearly as in a hi-res picture, I have hated the idea of being captured on anything. But now, I'm minding less. Less, like a relative term.
- I'm prissy. I will be prissy about everything. Prissy to the point of being a dictator. <<And since I will not be ending on a bad note, I will add a #26!>>
- I LOVE the letters of the alphabet. The concept of a set of symbols so potent... *sigh* and aptly, I end at 26. For the English alphabet.
And you, reader, have been brave. Thank you. May this random knowledge of me enrich you in the most futile of ways. *enlightened smile*
