I am mouthy, creative, and affectionate.
My Self-Summary
Miki. A pleasure to meet you. Eighteen, bisexual, single.
I'm a writer and a painter and a smartarse. I think my feelings
towards life could be summarised in a lyric from one of my
favourite songs, courtesy The Panics: "just don't fight it, don't
fight it, don't fight it - if you don't know what it is, if you
don't know what it is".
My mood changes as suddenly and frequently as my city's weather. I
love nothing more than hugs with real emotion behind them and
catching the midnight train home ("ride the sainted rhythms on the
midnight train to Romford" - one of my goals in life thanks to
Underworld). According to others, I flirt with everybody and
appropriate an English accent when incensed (I have to doubt the
veracity of these claims, though). This page continues to be a
work-in-progress.
What I’m doing with my life
Floating in the breeze. I took this year off uni, and am working
and living the high life before heading off to university next year
for my Arts degree at Monash, hoping to transfer into Arts/Law
after my first year (maybe I shouldn't have skipped half of my
classes in Year 12?). I'm not quite certain what it is I want out
of life, aside from a very vague notion of intellectual
satisfaction, but I'm sure wherever I go will be a brilliant
adventure.
I’m really good at
- meeting new people. I'm stupidly extroverted and can charm the
pants off most people, I'd like to think.
- quoting things. I've been told my memory for quotes from songs
and television shows I like is incredible.
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The first things people usually notice about me
The cigarette in my mouth. My notoriously audible voice, and love
of sarcasm. My height (nonexistent) and wicked smirk.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Music:
massive
attack, above all.
goldfrapp,
portishead,
unkle,
tricky,
dj shadow,
underworld are runners-up. honourable
mentions go to
aphex twin,
bloc party,
crystal castles,
cut copy,
cybo,
daft punk,
dido,
gorillaz,
la roux,
le tigre,
m83,
marconi union,
morphine,
nightmares on wax,
the panics,
paul
leonard-morgan,
peaches,
radiohead,
röyksopp,
sneaker pimps,
thievery
corporation,
ulrich schnauss,
vangelis. This, of course,
is only a small selection of favourites. Mmm, music.
Television:
spooks
(RUTH AND HARRY, oh my God),
ncis,
house (well, seasons one and two, anyway),
skins,
firefly,
scrubs,
the i.t. crowd.
The six things I could never do without
- plans, a sense of purpose and the excitement that follows
- excellent beats as a soundtrack to life (I worship anything of
the dense, sweet, electronic persuasion)
- a notebook, a 0.5mm mechanical pencil, my Canonet QL17 and a roll
of film
- the strange and beautiful collection of people I feel proud to
call my friends
- an excellent vocabulary and set of manners
- my convictions, beliefs, sense of justice and morality
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Beautiful sounds and people. How to take a good photo of what lies
before me. What's happening over the next few days. The lyrics that
always seem to get stuck in my head. Intimacy. My next caffeine
fix.
On a typical Friday night I am
Finishing up at work and commuting to the city on the Hurstbridge
line for my favourite people.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I might have a bit of a hard-assed, nihilstic veneer but I'm
secretly a softie.
You should message me if
You feel like a laugh, a good time, a conversation from left-field,
or a thesis on why I want to bone Robert del Naja and Karl Hyde of
Massive Attack and Underworld, respectively.