A while ago lovely Al from The Red Dot tagged me for the “Pay it forward” game, which means: Write 7 things about yourself and then tag someone else.
It took me a while, but here we go:
1. I love music. I owe this to my mum who’s always been introducing me to new stuff. Went through all kinds of phases: From the depressed teenager who listened to The Cure, The Smiths/Morrissey all day long, through a short but hefty electronic music phase, to alternative rock music. I’m crazy about music. In 2001 for example I went to approx. 15 concerts and festivals, and nine of them were Muse gigs (sadly Muse suck nowadays). All-time concert highlights: David Bowie and Foo Fighters. I’m open to all kinds of genres, so I like classical music as well (I played the concert flute when I was younger) or singers like Petula Clark (my father’s stuff) – they remind me of my childhood.
2. Pets. I can talk about pets for hours. Pets we used to have in our family (we had a lot and still have: a turtle, who is almost as old as I am, and a shelter dog – sweet B, I miss you) my friend’s pets – and I’m not a cat or a dog person. I love both. I hate spiders. My arachnophobia reached its peak when I lived in a flat with a huge wild garden… You know what that means? Sometimes I ended up sitting and staring at a huge spider on the wall until sunrise, then I would call my boyfriend to come and save me from the monster.
My mum’s dog Bibi and our mutant ninja turtle Sara (it’s a he, but we didn’t know when we got him 33 years ago).
Feia (tabby) and Atze. Alex’ and my guuurls.
3. I can’t live without art and art exhibitions – well, I have to kinda, since I moved to Dubai. (Oh yes, we have art galleries in Dubai, but come on – I’m sick and tired of local artists using either the Abaya or the Ghutra as an inspiration.) After university, when I realised that I wouldn’t become a music journalist I thought of working in art. Somehow. And this “somehow” was exactly the point why it didn’t work out.
4. I believe I’m too small. Life on 1,55 m can be very tiring, i.e. when spending a Friday night standing at a bar, or standing in a group of (tall) people trying to follow a conversation, or at a concert (I don’t have to explain). Basically, standing in a crowd can be difficult, when you’re only 1,55 m tall. Another challenge when you’re my size is: clothing. Everything I buy needs to be altered (if I find something close to my size in the first place). And shoes… I’m so tired of sales assistants staring and smiling at me and my tiny feet, cheering “Aaawwwww, your feet are soooo cute. But no – we don’t have size 35. We don’t even think it exists. Try at the children’s department.”
5. I’m blog-reading and twitter addicted. Can you believe that two years back I would never touch my laptop after work or on weekends? And now I’m online 24/7 with at least 5 different tabs open. One month ago Alex bought me my first smartphone, and I love it, so I can follow my tweeps wherever I am. That also means that my days and nights are getting shorter and shorter.
6. I’m extremely camera-shy. Never liked standing in front of a camera. I mean, look at me here with my brother (yes, I also have a brother). Do I look like I enjoy the shooting?
This is OK. At least I’m trying. (Wearing my new Prada denim shirt dress by the way. Woohoo!)
7. I know a lot about cars and I’m a really good driver – at least I was, until I moved to Dubai where I had my first car accident after 16 years of accident-free driving. Wanna see the disaster? Well, here you go.