Letters of Life

27 Things You Never Knew About Me (Part III)

Animated Miranda

An example of a pre-Raphaelite.

You can read Part I and Part 2 here.

The reason this is in three parts is because it took me so long to come up with such a long list.

If you think coming up with 27 things about yourself is easy, try it. And don’t include your vital stats, or hobbies or favourite things which are common knowledge. We want to know the unusual, the quirky, what makes you tick.

So here’s the final instalment.

At #19: In my magazine days, I was nicknamed ‘the Pre-Raphaelite.” It had to do with the big hair, the long hair, I think. The woman who coined it said it was because I reminded her of the women on the covers of the Catherine Cookson novels she used to read.

#20: For the first time in my life, I am watching a television series on Youtube (Brideshead Revisited, based on Evelyn Waugh’s 1945 novel). Oh the ignominy, you say. I am like one of those girls who watch Korean drama serials on Youtube, clicking on links every 10 minutes.

I rather think it’s literally a window onto the past, watching a renowned award-winning British television series on a screen within a screen, where the mise-en-scene of the morning of a grand fox hunt holds as much pomp and circumstance as a Grand Prix event today.

#21: I dislike being taken for granted.

#22: I like receiving small gifts, especially when friends bring back inexpensive, cute and glittery things from abroad. Inexpensive and cute goes without saying, the glittering bits are a bonus; they remind me of Christmas.

A good example of such a gift (and don’t laugh, masculine reader), is nail polish. Two plump glass bottles of nail polish sit on my desk, shimmering in their hues of amethyst and brinjal, with sparkles floating in the gleaming gloop; the outcome of thinking of me and another gal pal while on vacation.

#23: I like buying friends small gifts from abroad, preferably the inexpensive, cute and glittery kind.

#24: When conversation flows easily without me racking my brains to ask questions, I am thankful.

I don’t mind asking questions, drawing someone out, making someone younger less frightened of me, but sometimes, it’s nice to not have to do that. Especially when I find myself doing that too often and find myself wishing for something else.

#25: When references in conversation go back a year or three, I am thankful. When references go back decades, I am grateful.

E.g. “Remember that Jamie Cullum concert we went to in, when was it, ’08? What? It was ’07? How cool is that?!”

Or, “Whenever I drive past Jalan Jelita, I think, “Ming used to live there!”

#26: I am a true introvert.

It’s only because I’m this old that in the company of a younger crowd, it is easy to make my presence felt, make bold, declarative statements and sometimes strike a controversial stance.

Put me in a big party where there are older people, where I am on an unsure footing, where one-third of the room are strangers and I start blending in with the wallpaper.

#27: I am afraid of women who have a tendency to make snarky* comments. Maybe because if I hold up a mirror, I am apt to see one looking back at me.

* From urbandictionary.com: A witty mannerism, personality, or behavior that is a combination of sarcasm and cynicism. Usually accepted as a complimentary term. Is sometimes mistaken for a snotty or arrogant attitude.
Her snarky remarks had half the room on the floor laughing and the other half ready to walk out.


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8 Responses »

  1. I am certain there aren’t many wallpapers you can blend into, cos’ you’re one of a kind, all to His glory.
    I am likely one of those who’ll roll on the floor laughing at your snarky remarks….

  2. Really enjoyed reading this. Your candor is absolutely refreshing. Tks for sharing!

  3. Refreshingly honest and inspirational! Talk about introverts and how they eventually turn out 🙂

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