This profile is tosh.

But it is classy tosh. Tres elegant blather, if there ever was such a thing.

To understand it, you have to feel. Feel its heart, feel its soul, feel the spirit and vigour in the mind of the author. Let your mind escape from the tongues of flame and plunge into the coolness of the sea in the hours of the early dawn.

You see a sign ahead of you. You cannot make out the letters; it appears fuzzy, and perhaps your eyesight has gone awry from too many hours spent on OKCupid, or perhaps it is the haze from the forest fires on a faraway isle.

It shimmers, a doppelganger, a mysterious apparition.

You want to draw nearer, despite all your apprehension. Something tells you not to approach. It is the voice of reason, the staid voice of conformity that tells you what society expects is what you want. But you know better. You don't want to listen. You want to break free. And against your better judgment, you...

Ah, gentle reader. I'll wager you're rolling your eyes right now.

Imagination. Life is your creation. (no prizes for guessing what song that came from :D)

I'm keeping it.

Churning it like butter.

Hanging it out to dry sometimes.

Feeling like I should throw it in the dryer for a spin sometimes.

Yes. I should go for a spin.

When I was a kid I used to spin round and round till I got dizzy. It made me high.

So much easier than drugs. It makes me wonder why people do drugs.

...something you shouldn't know about.

No, really, actually I just wish I was good at something. :(

I look 16 years old. I'm not. Sometimes I wish I were. Sometimes I'm glad I'm not.

I used to read John Grisham (when I was a kid), Tom Clancy (when I was a teenager), Julia Quinn (when I was in the Army), and now I don't read as much but I'm trying to get through some Jane Austen. Oh, read a bit of Mike Gayle as well.

I do hope you read, gentle reader. More than profile pages on OKCupid. Preferably at least SOME fiction. And at least the daily papers (so I won't have to read them! yay!)

And I just realised the heading includes movies, music and food too. Haven't watched movies in a while (I liked Love Actually but that's awfully old now), like Hokkien songs (they're so unashamedly motivational), LOVE the bagpipes but rarely get to play anymore, like listening to the piano (Mozart is nice, but I don't really like Classical (or Baroque) music, prefer hearing Romantic stuff, Schubert, Chopin et al) but absolutely hate playing it. And I eat most things, so food's not really a problem with me. Hate coriander though.

You.
You.
You.
You.
You.
You.

Tell me, are you freaked out by now?

what to write. Like here.

It is said that this is called writer's block. I don't know much about that, but I do know I'm not much of a writer anyhow.

And why OKCupid only considers dogs and cats pets. I'd like a rabbit or something else Cute 'n' Cuddly™ (chinchillas, hamsters et al).

doing the same boring thing I do every weeknight (if no such word already exists, then I've just coined it. There!)

And every weekend night too. Like tonight.

(And no, I'm not at home. I have Something To Do every night from 2200-2300 :S)

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If you can make any sense out of that you're a freaking genius, because...I can't :sheepish grin:.

you are not a Nigerian scammer.

There isn't a good reason NOT to message me. Hurry up and do it now.

*you see this pendulum swinging from side to side on the screen. It's there. Trust me. Focus on it. Message me...*