I was tagged by Anj to talk about to six random/non-important things about myself… here goes.
- I haven’t worn a swimsuit in the past 6 years, and I’ve never worn a bikini in my life.
- I prefer to study in the student lounge, rather than the library or study room. Least of all, at home.
- I have a special stand for all my earrings, in the shape of a woman in a dress
- My laptop, external hard-disk and thumb-drives are named after female celebrities
- I have a personal and private on-paper diary besides this blog.
- I have multiple accounts with most email services.
I don’t drink, and never have. A sworn teetotaller, and still going strong. Not quite willingly anyway, unless you count rum-laden Tiramisus [my friends will remember THAT Tiramisu, which got me all high and giggling away. Yes my tolerance level is non-existent]. I am part of a rare and dying breed, an oddity, especially among queer women, it seems. It takes people some getting used to, in acknowledging that I won’t even indulge in a social drink, and will finish up the entire bottle of Green Tea as a substitute. My wallet is very thankful for this habit, or lack thereof, however. Continue reading
At least, in getting completely unsolicited emails from male strangers.
Not interested, sorry. The only reason I use Facebook is to keep in touch with my existing friends, and I am not interested in acquiring new friends who TyP lYk dIs. Go ahead, call me a English Nazi.
Maybe I should change my display pic to this.
I got a heart attack when I read this, by YawningBread.
The only thing I have to say is… imagining the founding father of the gay rights movement in Singapore in bed with someone is making me want to puke up last night’s dinner.
I am surprised Alex is even went there… usually his blog is very non-personal. The next thing I know, TOC will publish a dating-advice article.
On a separate note: I’m leaving for India today, so updates will depend on whether I can get internet connection. Ill try to get Twitter up. In this meantime, if you make any comments, you might have to wait a long while for them to be approved.
No, I will not tell you where one can get a tattoo without attaining 18 years of age, even if I knew. There is a reason why there is an age limit, which is so that you don’t carve permanent designs on yourself that you are going to regret in years to come. And choose designs out of sheer hormones, like “I love [insert name of boyfriend-of-the-month]!”
…would you sell your body?
This question came to randomly while on a boring bustrip. If someone were to offer me a million bucks for one night with him or her, would I take it? Would it make any difference if the amount was higher or lower?
The only thing such a venture would cost me is my dignity and self-respect, assuming it is all safe sex. How much is that worth? Would a million dollars cover my shame later? What happens if people find out?
I posed this hypothetical question to Irene, and her immediate question was how hot the person was, and whether it was a man or woman.
Does it matter if you sleep with someone who is good-looking, for money? Or whether it goes against your sexual orientation?
Interesting questions to mull over…
My mother stole into my room just now, prefaced with “I have to tell you something”. She then proceeded to tell me that I should not break any laws in the near future, because my horoscope said it was a bad time for me, and even predicted a possible arrest. Apparently, I was fated to have a great and successful career after this, and she told me not to do anything to ruin that. She was rather vague on how long this bad patch was supposed to last.
I guess that means I should try not to run off with my clients’ money in the future.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out I am no believer in Astrology and all that crap. [For those interested, I am a Sagitarrius by the Zodiac calendar, and a Rabbit by the Chinese one.] But it does amuse me whenever astrology happens to coincide with real-life in ways that would seem to lend astrology some credence, but really, it is all coincidence.
To give an example of this, Ms C and I were sitting at Crossroads, and a passing “holy man” offered her a reading. He said many things, but what I remembered was that he declared a mismatch between her birthdate and her ex’s birthdate, and declared them mismatched. Which, in my opinion is the truth [as to them being mismatched] but simply backed up by the wrong kind of proof . To his credit, he had no idea the birthdate belonged to her ex, so he wasn’t twisting his answers. Not to his credit, though, he took 10 dollars for his services.
Coincidences occur. And people tend to look at what fits rather than what doesn’t – if a horoscope says XXX sign is passionate, impulsive and outgoing, and you fit two of the descriptions, you would automatically think the horoscope fits you, ignoring the one that doesn’t. Or you try to conform or interpret it such a way that it fits you.
At the end of the day, astrology exists for the same reason religion exists: to bring certainty and order to life which would be otherwise scarily unpredictable. People want to think there is a plan, a destiny for them. People want to think there is someone “made” for them. This would be much easier than facing up to life and taking it with all its unpredictability, to walk into the swirly mist of the future with no idea or confidence in what lies ahead.
Not that anything is wrong with it: some people can only live this way, and I will not begrudge them this existence. But I would prefer not to be subject to it.
P.S. Even coincidence, however, can’t explain this mystery: the link between Scorpios and Bipolar disorder. Based purely on anecdotal evidence, almost every person with Bipolar disorder I’ve known is a Scorpio. Unfailingly, this link keeps cropping up. I sincerely hope someone will do some research into this, because the link is simply fascinating. Obviously not all Scorpios are bipolar, and vice versa.
Pleinelune was a nickname I came up with two years ago, in crafting a new online identity for myself. At that time, I was closetted, and was paranoid about people finding out, so I created and maintained two separate online identities – one for people who didn’t know I was queer [which was almost everyone], and one for people who did, as an anonymity feature.
It has been two years, I am out of the closet to everyone except my family. Actually I am not even sure why I keep using pleinelune anymore – almost everyone knows who has heard the name pleinelune, knows who she is in real life. They have seen her at talks, forums and in photographs, and for the lucky ones, in a cheongsam. They have hated her, gossipped about her, and dragged her into drama she had nothing to do with.
Ms C asked me some time ago how well-known I was. I honestly have NO idea about that. My name appeared on Fridae, albeit without a photograph due to a mixup with the writer. I’ve been on a panel for a couple of talks [to small audiences], and recenty I was involved in BiFocal and Contradiction. The definite answer is that the activist community knows that this girl called Indu exists, but I have absolutely no idea about the larger gay community – it is better for my own sanity to assume I am unknown outside the Sayoni circle.