25 random things about Kika

Arrogante, eu??

Na falta de coisa melhor para postar aqui, vai um exercício divertido que andou rolando pelo Facebook. Dessa vez em inglês, que é a língua corrente por lá. A idéia é fazer uma listinha de 25 ítens aleatórios sobre sua pessoa. Aqui vão os meus.

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01.
I was once chased by a pack of 10-15 Brazilian filas (a huge breed of dog) and survived to tell the tale.

02.
Some people find me arrogant, which really pisses me off. How DARE they?!

03.
My great-great-grandfather was an eminent anti-slavery activist and journalist. The quality of his connections – more than his poems, I’m afraid – ensured him a perpetual seat among the “immortals” of the Brazilian Literary Academy. His position (chair number 21) is currently usurped by Paulo Coelho, who can’t spell to save his life and who, to my knowledge, hasn’t any credentials in the “freeing people from oppression” department either.

04.
My pre-pubescent girlfriends (half of whom are now on Facebook) and I once sat around a campfire and chanted: “queremos ver homens pelados, queremos ver homens pelados” (http://www.freetranslation.com). The ritual was witnessed by my younger brother, who saw it fit to reminisce about it many years later in the most appropriate of places: in the family car, in the presence of, well, three generations of my family. To this day we don’t get along all that well, and the little brat who nearly flew off a moving car wonders why.

05.
My left breast is smaller than my right breast. When I was younger, my friends used to recommend that I operate to reduce the bigger one. Now they tell me to get a boob job to enhance them both! How’s that for a shift in beauty standards? (Brazilians used to like them small before the advent of cable TV and American sitcoms).

06.
I can endure my own pain without much fuss, but get totally freaked out when people tell me their blood-and-guts stories. So please spare me the details, la-la-la-la-la, ouviram do Ipiranga as margens pláááácidas...

07.
I don’t really enjoy reading the newspaper and only glance it superficially so as to avoid major embarassment. Why on earth did I choose to become a journalist, you may ask...

08.
I can be talked into almost anything.

09.
I haven’t got much time for vanity. Which is my way of dealing with the fact that I haven’t got much cash to spend on supplements and cosmetics.

10.
I quit smoking four years ago. Though cigarette smoke does bother me these days, something inside me still goes “hmmm... yummy!” when I spot a packet of Marlboro reds. It takes me a couple of seconds to remind myself that I don’t like them anymore. Oh and I refuse to side with the anti-smoking lobby, whom I still wish would get a life.

11.
I’m generally more inclined to like people than to dislike them. There are only about three people I officially hate.

12.
I love dancing and will be quick to make a fool of myself in the middle of an empty dancefloor if the dj plays a song I really like. In contrast, I am completely useless at “faking it”.

13.
I can forgive some people for having bad musical taste, but cannot get my head round the idea that a person can have no interest in music whatsoever.

14.
My facial expressions are completely out of control. I have made more than one enemy from my utter inability to disguise fear, disgust, disappointment. My current profile pic seems to confirm that I’ve had this problem from a very tender age (I must have been a silent-film star in a past life).

15.
For a period of about 18 months I subscribed to the insane notion that I could be a diplomat. Once again, refer to item number 08.

16.
I’ve read the Old Testament back to back.

17.
I own an accoustic guitar which I’ve never learned to play. It was once possessed by an evil spirit.

18.
I admit I was deeply impressed by the premise of films like “What the bleep do we know”. I fully believe that I have been able, more than once, to will things into happening. Call me Pollyanna.

19.
I used to have a thing for drummers.

20.
I’ve only done about 1,000 situps in my entire life. I did take up cycling a couple of years ago, though, which is some improvement.

21.
Good writing can make me climax.

22.
I resent losing friends to motherhood. I wish they wouldn’t turn into different people and start pitying YOU for not sharing in their interest for nappies and rashes.

23.
Though I appreciate art, I find most texts talking about art or artists full of s**t.

24.
I was single for so long that half of Rio de Janeiro think I’m a lesbian.

25.
I’ve been in a good mood for the past three years or so. In fact, for the past three years or so, I’ve not uttered 25 sentences in a row without mentioning the Caipirinha Appreciation Societ... Damn it I’ve done it again.