Saturday, August 20, 2005

Steph takes the floor

Stephanie tagged me! Yay! This whole questionnaire tag thing is bloody good fun if you ask me:

Have you ever said ‘I love you’ and not meant it? If so, when?
Yes and no. Although I generally loved that person, at the time I wasn’t IN love, if that makes any sense. So over a period of about two months, when he said ‘I love you’ and I said ‘I love you too,’ I didn’t feel it in the true sense of the word. Sounds harsh, but then my first boyfriend made me fall for the oldest trick in the book: to get me to sleep with him, he told me he loved me and he didn’t. Generally, and this is 90% of the time, when I say ‘I love you,’ I truly mean it.

What’s in your fridge right now?
Two heads of lettuce, sour cream that might’ve gone off, two blocks of cheese: brie and cheddar, an opened bottle of red wine, a litre of milk, a litre of orange juice, a sip left of guava juice (have the annoying habit of not finishing things totally and throwing them away), salami, crushed garlic, four eggs, a bag of carrots, a bag of tomatoes, two Thai pastes, beef strips being thawed out, La Vache Qui Rit wedgie cheeses, sweet corn, mussels. A stick of lemon grass, half a lemon (for my gin and tonics), cheese spread, apricot jam, marmalade, margarine and cooking butter. Not that I ever use it. Peppered, or should I say ‘pfeffered’ goats cheese from Switzerland, cunningly smuggled back by my boyfriend. Half a stick of saucisson smuggled back by yours truly from France-but I need to turf that come to think of it - way over the e.coli-will-kill-you date - six Danone yoghurts, tomato and onion mix. Leftover Thai stir fry in a Tupperware. Honey and mustard shaved ham. Two containers of feta cheese. (One with chives in, one plain.) Salad dressing. Barbeque sauce. And just when you thought I couldn’t possibly stuff anymore in: there is room for a jar of chopped lemongrass, a fresh ginger root thingie, half an onion and jar of calamata olives (The best kind).

What is your biggest regret?
I try not to have any at all. I don’t regret much. Angry words a little. The biggest is when I am reminded again and again by my father how I could’ve aced my Grade 7 Royal Schools piano exam, but I chickened out last minute and never ended up doing it. After all the practice and blood, sweat and tears. So I kind of regret that now. Maybe I could be using that for a career in jazz, the lady behind the grand piano in New Orleans in some smoky blues bar….sigh.

What would be your dream job?
I always wanted to be a vet. But there is one vet institution in SA, and it only takes 17 hot shot maths wizz students a year. SO not a contender there! My other dream job is to be a columnist, which is basically where I am trying to head now. Write columns, make people laugh, that kind of thing. Professional downhill skier is another thing I would’ve loved to have been. But sadly where I come from, snow doesn’t exist.
Otherwise professional ice skater, ice hockey player, modern dancer, singer, painter, fashion buyer and jewellery designer has always appealed…hmmm..perhaps I should change my direction.

What song means the most to you and why?
I love ‘Candy’ by Ash. A little unexpected, sure. A little arbitrary even. The back track is from Burt Bacharach’s ‘Make it Easy on Yourself,’ Which reminds me of my dad, because he is, like, Burt’s number one fan. I’m a somewhat strange 24-year old and happen to think that Burt to the B kicks so much ass. I know, my friends think I’m strange too. ‘Candy’ has elements of hip hop in it as well, if you listen carefully, yet it is a poppy rocky song. The lyrics are superb, basically addressing Candy, this woman, that ‘It’s alright to be alone,’ and touching innocent innuendos such as ‘face like driven snow…’ generally how lovely she is and stuff. Another reason is simply sensory: When I flew to the States to work there, I flew Virgin via London and they had it on their audio playlist. The next two days while running around London, I had the tune in my head. It brings back a great time. I still had it in my head the days following, when I spent some time in New York before heading to Colorado. So it brings back sweet memories for me. Eventually, I couldn’t stand it anymore and I went to HMV (I think it is?) and bought it on single. Then some dude stole the single out of my car. Fucker. But I solved the problem by illegally downloading it onto my iPod. I burnt the song to CD for my Ex, but I don’t reckon he appreciates it as much as I do. It’s also a personal preference for karaoke. I bring the house down. (Not in the good way, mind you.)

OK, so here are the rules, if you want me to tag and interrogate you:
- Leave a comment saying you’d like to be tagged.
- I’ll ask five questions, not the same as above.
- Update your blog and spread the luuuurve.

3 comments:

Stephanie said...

Love -- I think we've all done that. I'm sure I told my ex that I loved him even though I was secretly spitting in his food. I wanted to love him, but I was angry with him too.

Fridge -- You have a well stocked and healthy fridge. Very impressive. I may consider moving in. I don't throw things away either. They generally walk out of their own accord..

Regrets -- Never too late to pick up the piano again (not literally of course because they are pretty heavy in general..). :)

Job -- You make me laugh with your blog so I am sure you would be a great columnist. Or ice hockey player. Or jewellery designer..

Song -- "Make It Easy on Yourself" is a classic!! I don't know Candy by Ash, but will check it out. I harbour a slight crush on the signer.. Glad you now have the song on your ipod. Its great when a song can evoke so many memories.

Thanks for the fabulous answers!
xx

Nettie said...

Your fridge is impressive. And why not, it's been a while since I've been tagged. Interrogate me, interrogate me!

Third World Ant said...

Oooh ooh oooh! Me too, me too!