EIGHT RANDOM THINGS...

T-Hype tagged me yonks ago… and I’m finally taking up the challenge… this is eight random things about moi, Daddy’s Girl…

1. I love to laugh (and it's really easy to amuse me), but I can't stand the sound of fake laughter. It grates on my nerves. I hate it when people laugh even when they don't find the joke funny… I know it's called "polite laughter", but I think it's actually impolite, because it is always so glaringly obvious that the laughter is forced. I think that laughter is one of those things that's just impossible to fake.

2. I love heels… the higher the better… I love the way they look, and I love the way they make me feel. I never longed to wear them until I put my feet in my first pair – but from that moment on, a pair of heels has felt like home. I’ve never felt the slightest bit uncomfortable in them, no matter how high (in fact, the first night I wore a pair of stilettos, I ran a mile in them). Nothing against flats, they’re nice and comfy… but heels are just… tres magnifique.

3. I am sometimes really, really amused when I read the stuff that I write… because although I write the way I think, I don’t write the way I speak – at all. On paper, I am very wordy, ridiculously verbose even (summary was my worst part of English class at secondary school). In person, I am actually really quiet… interesting also in view of the profession I am a member (and practitioner) of. It’s one in which the common perception is that you have to be a loudmouth.

4. I love bookstores – I walk into one and I feel completely at home. One of my favourite things to do is just wander around a bookstore, letting that lovely "paper smell" waft into my nostrils, running my hands across the spines of the books, flipping one open at random. Somehow, being around books just gives me pure joy. One of my very many dream jobs is to work in a bookstore.

5. In view of all the gushing I have been known to do on this blog, it might surprise some to know that I don’t do romance – I've been told I am quite 'hard' and 'unfeeling' in this respect. I am not the least bit romantic. I can’t be bothered with ‘I love yous’ and Valentine’s Day and sweet nothings (ugh). Mushy stuff only makes me cringe and roll my eyes. So, no hearts and flowers in my world – I’m heartily unimpressed by all that… I enjoy seeing it in the movies (sometimes), reading about it now and then, and (strangely) I love observing it (and cheering it on) in other people’s lives, but that’s about it. It’s just not for me.

6. I hate food that's mushy, gooey, soft, baby-food-consistency-ish… eeuuww. I love food that's nice and solid and chewable.

7. I like to sleep with loads of stuff on my bed. It’s a funny thing – I feel really comfortable when there’s stuff around me on the bed… a spacious bed and uncluttered bed looks nice and fresh and appealing from afar, but it only really feels familiar and comfy when I dump some books and papers and clothes and stuff on it. This one really drives my mother mad. Wonder what it'll do to the husband (if I ever get hitched)...

8. I’m not very good with faces – I tend to forget people’s faces, their names too (gets me in a whole lot of trouble on a regular basis). But I remember the oddest things about people – their handwriting (I rarely forget a person’s writing after I’ve seen it once), the way they walk, the way they eat and drink…

Ok, all done…

I have so much to talk about on this blog in the days to come... coming up soon are some thoughts on 'Masoom' and 'Kabhi Kabhie', and possibly a little something on the excellent 'Chak de India', which I saw with Uzo on Friday night (if I can get over the hotness and charisma that is SRK long enough to string some coherent thoughts together)...