I honestly have no idea how to do that, but I think one way is by blogging a little about myself now. Close enough, since I've been writing about other people the past few days. I really don't know, this feels awkward.
Okay, here goes, things that make me stand out from others, make me weird, make me not like the 19-year-old girl I should be. Things that make me, me.
1. I am an ailurophile. I don't just love cats, I believe they are life. I can't imagine if cats never existed, and I've always found it cool how Egyptians worshipped them. How they'd surrendered in war when their opponents held cats up as shields.
When I catch sight of a stray cat, I'd definitely make my way to it and call out to it. I don't care if I'm running late or somebody is talking to me. Rude, I know, but cats over humans. And another thing about me, I handle cats way better than kids.
What's weird about this is, I'd talk to cats. My voice becomes high-pitched when I do, and I'd remove my earpiece, as if they'd answer back. As if I'd understand their meows as a language. You should see how different I am with a cat, and with a child. It's pretty amusing.
2. I do not like perfect things. Or neat things. I'm a Virgo, and apparently Virgos are neat freaks; I am living proof horoscopes are bullshit.
You should see my bedroom, a pigsty as I call it. It's not that bad, but it's horrible compared to the average girl's bedroom. My mom and grandma calls it tsunami because it looks like one just hit it. Even my big brother's room is neater, even before he got married. I just like having my room in a mess.
I can't stand seeing neatly arranged things, I'd feel the need to mess them up some way or another. It's like reverse OCD, but books are an exception. They're fine arranged on shelves, mostly because their spines are all different so it's not exactly perfect-looking.
3. I love the sun and its heat. I have no complains about it, even when it's at the highest. I love having it on my back, down my neck, on my arms. I'd walk paths that are exposed to the sun while everyone walks underneath the shelter just nearby.
I can't stand the rain; it makes me miserable and gives me mood swings. I get grumpy at the smallest sign of a dark cloud, and I also have metaphors in my head about the rain and the sun. I think people who hates the sun are pussies. It's almost the same as shunning someone for their exterior before knowing their personality.
4. I can't sing and I'm actually very proud of it. You can't imagine how much I love the fact that I can't sing, and hate the idea of me actually being able to.
I have no musical talent, which makes my poems useless because I'd be able to make songs out of them if I could. But it's okay, because my ability to write is enough for me. And that's another thing about me: I just can't imagine myself being able to dance, or good at sports, or create works of art. My affinity with words is more than enough.
That said, it doesn't change the fact that I will still sing my heart out randomly, especially if I'm already comfortable with you. I'll sound horrible but I'll make you laugh, and that'll make me happy.
5. I love taking buses and MRTs. The roads are like my home: if your room is where you overthink and cry, public transport is my version. If you overthink at night, I overthink with the sun in my face.
I'd look out the window, and watch the world pass me by, and somehow it's always inducing these emotions in me. These feelings vary, like how sometimes I'd feel sad I had to let something go, sometimes I'd feel grateful for all the things I have, sometimes I am overwhelmed by how strong I've gotten.
Also, I love traveling, but not the idea of traveling the world. I honestly love Singapore, all of its places and roads. I'd had its map as my wallpaper in my old phone, and everytime I pass by the MRT lines map, I'd pause just to admire it. I don't have strong desire to travel the world, though yes it'd be nice, but for now Singapore's roads are where I'd like to wander.
Is 5 overly-elaborated facts about me enough? I do have a lot to say about myself, but I'm sure it'll get boring. Maybe some other day, but you'll definitely know more about me if you continue reading my blog posts, or straightout talk to me ^_^
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