The family – that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to. ~Dodie Smith
Monthly Archives: August 2010
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Any time spent with family and/or friends. I’m privileged enough that I can often combine these two. Ideally though, the perfect happiness would also include a never-ending supply of beautiful food, nude Louboutin oxford lace up booties and a mini-pig.
What is your greatest fear?
To lose my health, my family and my friends. I could handle (and have handled) nearly everything else.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
That I too often just allow people to get whatever they want from me, regardless of personal cost. However, I am blessed that I have an innate sense of who people are before they can do it. That and I can be incredibly indifferent. And I also like to win.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Ignorance, self-absorption and bloody-mindedness. I cannot stand for ignorance.
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
I find that the faithful can often cross the line into manipulative religious hypocrisy.
On what occasion do you lie?
When it makes a circumstance easier to handle.
What do you dislike most about your appearance?
I’m so damn pasty white. The trade off is I won’t be a wrinkled, sun-destroyed 80 year old carcass.
What is your greatest regret?
I hardly regret anything, if at all. Regret is for people who have far too much time to waste on such indulgent pursuits.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
I don’t appreciate the idea of ‘love’ enough yet to fully understand what it could hold for me outside my unit of family and friends.
What is your current state of mind?
Quite positive for that of a 20-something who has a world of full of roughened memories.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
I’d like to think that I as a person will grow to be my greatest achievement.
What is your most treasured possession?
The things I own most people would walk past without another glance. I do have one very special, wearable glory box though.
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
To be lonely. I could never function if I had no one left to talk too.
Where would you like to live?
Shanghai or May Rd. Hong Kong.
What is your favorite occupation?
What do you most value in your friends?
There is no one specific trait I need, but I am blessed that they all share similar values to me (give or take a few slutty ones…)
Who are your favorite writers?
Classic Russian literature like Tolstoy, Dostoevsky… Poetry from Silverstein (Where The Sidewalk Ends), Pablo Neruda, Frost (The Road Not Taken), Plath, E.E. Cummings (I Carry Your Heart).
Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Virginia Woolf’s Orlando. But I have always felt an affinity to the 3 women in ‘Valley of the Dolls’.
Who are your heroes in real life?
Anyone brave enough to speak out and have their voice heard amongst the meaningless chatter.
What are your favorite names?
Anouk, Clementine, Neely, Madeleine, Odette.
Lucas, Pierre, Aubrey, Beau, Austin, Remy, Oliver
What is it that you most dislike?
Getting snow in my socks.
How would you like to die?
I hate the idea of death. I think I’d just like to slip quietly into another ether.
“You’re scared I’ll be over you by the 3rd? Probably a fair call…”
Chances are, I won’t be over you by the 3rd of October. Not if you’ve pre-planned dates all through September. Not if I am finally gonna pack that overnight bag and drive myself to Newcastle. And not if I keep meeting more of your family. I won’t get over you if you keep feeding me Japanese. Nor will letting me drive the BFO ute (that’s Big, Fuck-Off for the uninitiated) help. Giving me your shirt to wear at dinner? Yeah, not even getting introduced to your Dad whilst I’m wearing your shirt (before 10pm) will turn me off.
No, the only thing that will turn me off will be myself and my lack of a need to commit. Lucky.
It is pretty obvious how I feel about the institution of marriage, but damn. If I have to do it I’ll be wearing Givenchy Haute Couture Hiver 2010/2011. In particular, what Natasha Poly walked in.