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        Conforming to a norm bothers me. Nervy of me, but honest at least. But I am not the kind of person who tries to be deviant. I’m the kind of person who tries to conform. Ironic.

        As a theory, I see myself brutally funny for a person. If in a film, I’d probably be that nerd who can’t bring herself to talk. Okay, not really. But I think it’d be effortless for me to be that nerd. I hope I don’t sound like someone who belongs to an asylum of unsorted minds. Not that I mind. I randomly spend quiet afternoons with old people and sometimes make silly faces with kids. Just like everyone else, I laugh till I cry and cry till I laugh. There are times when I choose to be secluded. And times when I give myself away too easily to people who mean the world to me.

        I love a few things. Music is one. It keeps me sane amidst a waging war inside my little nob. Words amaze me to no end. Playing with them is another thing I’d like to call a feat. Math is one thing that makes a lot of sense to me. I have two tiny Yorkshire Terriers and one dapper of a Dutch Hound (who has probably done it with half the dog population in my neighborhood). Japanese manga are among my guilty pleasures. For me, nothing beats the smell of sautéed garlic and halcyon days with friends.

        Random things, people and thoughts interest me. Fancying extremes are out of my league, though. They’re rather freaking than luring. But I did promise myself I have to try bungee jumping or sky diving before I die. And no, I’m not a contradiction.

        Real people are my kind of people. Those who are not afraid to get their hands dirty, who are willing to help, who I can be me with, and those who are not afraid to dance or sing out of tune - but I guess there’s really no qualifications for friendship. It only takes an amount of heart to beat my wits out of brains.

        I guess I’ve been blabbing too much for you to handle. Now, get off my face you stalker!