If you are..

If you are what you eat,
..then I am 81% Mom's food, 17% nasi kawah, 2% McD and Domino (cause only they deliver), 1% feeling guilty and 100% good eats.

If you are what you read,
..then I am Pratchett - sarcastic and with jokes people wont get the first time around. Or maybe even the second time. Or ever.
(sometimes also Gaiman, Fforde and myriads of Romance authors, but mostly and firstly, Pratchett).

If you are who you hang out with,
..then I am the 'weird nerd who knows the best places to eat and talks about stuff no other people could relate to'. Never really popular, pseudo cool, but have the awesomest fun nevertheless.

If you are where you've been,
..then I am India cause I am colorful, ethic and strange and need some getting used to. And I'm gritty and you either love me or hate me, no in-betweens but most probably, you'll remember me.

If you are what you shop,
..then I am shoes and earrings. Bought during sales. Not always the best purchase but always something you could never have too many of. And never ordinary.

If you are what you wear,
..the I am a plain black T, fuss free (I try) and stain proof. Ahem. Probably a little boring too.

If you are what you write,
..then I am tacky with strong undertones of pretentious-ness.

If you are who you listen to,
..then I am moody and undefined. Most of the time labeled 'Unknown Artist'. Wishing am not so main-stream but can't take the time to find better things to listen to.

If you are what you're good at,
..then I am Merryl Streep; actress, extraordinaire.

If you are what you do for a living,
..then I am crap. Enough said.

If you are what you watch,
..then I am executive transvestite (Izzard) in Middle Earth dancing to old tunes (Tarantino) yakking to Bobby Chin about quite interesting things (Stewart, Colbert, QI, NMtB).

If you are who you try to define yourself to be,
..then I am stupid. And trying too hard. And should know better than to sum anything up in words.

Update! Yay!

17 Reasons Why it is Cool to Have 17 Plain Black T-Shirts

So Nadia has been giving me grief about my 17 pairs of plain black Ts that I own. Why, I have no idea. There's nothing strange with my dress sense. I have 17 perfectly good reason why it is perfectly okay to own 17 black tshirts.

1. Black tshirts are cool, says James Dean
2. Black tshirts are cool, says me (yes, I am going to shamelessly cheat on this list. Deal)
3. It matches with practically anything..
4. ..hence, you save time when picking stuff to wear
5. You can go crazy when you accessorize..
6. ..cause when you wear patterns or colors you should really rein in the add-ons
7. Same t-shirt, 7million different looks
8. You can buy them in bulks (yes, I am cheap. Don't judge)
9. Makes me look thinner
10. Makes anyone look thinner
11. Slogan tshirts are for idiots (I only own 2 of those kinds)
12. I'm incredibly messy and stain doesn't show on black. Yay black!
13. It's rocker punk, it's goth, it's adult sombre, it's hip, it's fun, it's anything you want it to be
14. Black is timeless
15. I look good in black
16. My personality makes up for my lack of color
17. I only have 16 pairs cause my mom threw one away so I don't really need a 17th reason now, do I?

So there. Satisfied? Do you now see why it is perfectly okay to own some-number amount of black Ts? I am not weird Nadia. You are. Ahem.