I am oblique, literary, and amorphous.
My Self-Summary
Philosophical train wreck. Devil's advocate.
Lark.
I am quite interested in the serendipitous philosophical and
oddball musings that can arise from a lack of sleep. I'm a concept
person. I'm also likely the only person on here who contends that
she could be neatly summarised in a couple of little boxes. Or just
one.
Don't believe me?
The following for the benefit of those spectrally oriented and
prosaically challenged:
chaotic-X-----------------organised
dull---X---------------------sparkly
levelheaded-------------X---moronic
acerbic----X-only when I want to be
lost----X-----------------------lost
★YOU ARE HERE
See?
Now in Italian
Non sono vera, sono ben trovata.
Non sono contenta, ma so ridere anche quando è difficile.
Non sono una persona davvero seria.
What I’m doing with my life
Squandering it.
Destroying delicately construed images of self that may or may not
have been intentionally presented to others. I have a reputation to
uphold, as they say.
Most days I smell like chemicals, and can be found sitting in class
half awake and doodling in my notebook. One time a friend peeked at
it and then looked at me and said, “Now we know what’s going on in
your violent mind, Milly.” I was a
voodoo child.
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Now in Italian
Vivi senza regole.
I’m really good at
Half joking. Obstinately refusing to oblige. Lol’ing (emphasis on
the second “l”), but talking really quietly.
Exhibiting unexpected facets of my personality at random but
decisive moments.
Not at writing profiles, as you can tell.
The first things people usually notice about me
Here's hoping they don't. My self-consciousness wouldn't like that
very much.
Also I loathe to admit this but people tell me that I am nicer than
I'd lead them to believe.
Corker.
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My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Books*:
- John Larkin,
Nostradamus & Instant Noodles ("What's
happening in
Home and Away and
Neighbours?")
:seriously, the single funniest book ever ever ever:
-
Françoise Sagan,
Bonjour
Tristesse
- Somerset Maugham,
The Razor’s Edge
- Evelyn Waugh,
Brideshead
Revisited
-
Peter Hoeg,
Smilla’s
Sense of Snow
- Melina Marchetta,
Saving Francesca
- Jostein Gaarder,
Sophie’s World
- Nick Earle,
48 Shades of Brown
- Zadie Smith,
The Autograph Man (not her best but
definitely her most poignant)
-
Nick
Hornby
- P.G.
Wodehouse
Currently reading: Paulo Coelho’s
The Alchemist.
*I need recommendations. Non retarded ones preferred but retarded
ones may suffice.
Movies:
-
(No, I
couldn't find a subtitled one, sorry.)
Music:
Spiritualised,
Blur,
Fennesz,
The Automatic Automatic,
Ólafur Arnalds,
Nouvelle
Vague,
Devics,
Elva萧亚轩,
Amy
Winehouse,
New
Order/Joy Division, The Who,
Procol Harum, Stina Nordenstam,
F.I.R.飞儿乐团, 爱戴,
Strange House-era Horrors, The Arctic
Monkeys, Last Shadow Puppets, Rogue Traders, Gemma Hayes, Paola e
Chiara,
Elisa
Toffoli, Arab Strap, Halou,
Brad Mehldau,
Bark Psychosis
The six things I could never do without
toy monkey
I spend a lot of time thinking about
I was at the art gallery a while ago, some exhibition pertaining to
modern art - dada and surrealism, conceptual stuff, when I came
across a poster with the following quote on it. I later discovered
that it was the credo of a guerrilla movement aimed at providing
accessibility to the works of local artists, and taking them
outside of the conventional studio settings:
"With wavering clarity we understand that what we do is confined
to the limitations of representation and we're okay with that. As a
product and service Instant Coffee is an effective substitute: It
mimics the real thing without the pretense of being better. It
isn't that much easier to make, which is reason enough to justify
it. Taste is a factor, taste being an important way to designate
quality and define preference. But quality is too particular and
preferences change. They are superfluous really, misnomers that
distract from the basic reasons for ingesting either the real thing
or its substitute. Value is in their effect. In its taste, Instant
Coffee barely resembles the real thing, but its effect is the same.
Regardless of taste, it still works. Quality is beside the point.
In this disregard Instant Coffee becomes a medium to be used. This
is Instant Coffee."
Is that unabashed mediocrity? And if so, isn't it rather
intriguing?
And what to do when the conversation starts to lose momentum.
On a typical Friday night I am
Riding my nine million bicycles to Beijing.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
toy monkey
Private admittances are useless. When caught in an awkward
situation, I employ a common trick known as lying through my
teeth. I'm pretty ridiculous. I'm also pretty off putting.
Especially politically, which I refrain from touching upon. I think
that last sentence didn't really make grammatical sense. I also
think you can tell that I'm avoiding the question by way of
incoherent rambling.
You should message me if
You want to get to know me. My profile probably did a shit job of
convincing you, but dammit, I deserve a fair chance. I'm a special
likkle snowflake. I tug on your heartstrings until you need
coronary artery bypass.
You think I should add your name to my list of
loonies I have
lunched with. (You get the allusion.)
You're not 85.
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