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Hm, I have already said before “Feel free to ask questions or give me suggestions for what I can write about, what details you would like sort of thing, and I will see if I can post some of them.” quite a while ago. (And probably not answered the questions that well)
So I don't know if I should let you ask me questions (again?), as I might not answer every one (or in detail, as Red can tell you), probably try to avoid any awkward questions and change the subject. I had better go back and see if there were any questions that I had not answered.

[Hope this is not too much like a certain survey / quiz]
Or, with your help, I could try to turn it into some sort of lazy 'you tell me' (guess) meme.
If you like, you could give me guesses of what you think or imagine about me, my details. Nothing weird (unless you think I am :), [something like 'two truths and a lie' I think?] just normal details such as siblings, what I like, the very few places I've been, things I've done or like to do, favourites, anything you might want to ask me, or is part of the image of me in your head. Then I could tell you if they are true or false, how close you are, and try not to give away too many things. Guess I'm the opposite of a Too Much Information type person, maybe Not Enough Information or Hardly Any Information At All.
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I didn't have anything to add to my memories before, but now I have added my poems there. Also found out that I could add other people's entries, so I have added your poems too, hope you don't mind.

Well, I think I write poetry for when I don't have stuff to write about, and write about things when I don't have any finished poems. So what happens when I can't think of something to write about, and don't have another poem finished? Guess I could try write a few random things about myself.

Think I prefer things quiet, at least not noisy places so much. I like the local libraries when I get books to read. It's sort of wasted on me as I don't read that quickly, I have even seen some new books available that seem out not that long, such as 'Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell'.

Prefer not to be out in the rain, especially when it is also too windy that you can't use a brolly (umbrella).

If you are interested in astrology and horoscopes, then I'm a cancerian, and whatever that entails.

Like science and technology, did some chemistry and physics a long time ago, but not much science since. Like gadgets, but not cars as such, though that could be because I don't have one. :)

I can be messy and lazy, and sometimes late, though I don't like to be. I may tend to hide my feelings, and thoughts, how I am, so usually just express it in terms of general neutral state of contentment, i.e. I'm OK or things are fine. Guess I hold things in, probably introverted?

Guess you could ask me questions, if there are things you would like to know about, but I'm not sure I can answer them. I'm not that good at introspection, and knowing my own thoughts and feelings that well.
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So another poem, because Deb liked the previous one. Think [ profile] redyu might like it as I tried to be poetic and informative as well. Redyu, I liked your poem about a goat, or was it an ode? Need to look up 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?' It was nice, have you done any more poems?

About the boy

Composition : a masculine form
of stature not tall or short.
A son born of summer, with eyes as autumn leaves
and blur'ed vision under glass contained.

A score, a dozen and a deuce
of years, no more the callow youth.
Rough of the edges, not fair of face,
plain features upon this countenance.

A thatch as dark as a raven's wing,
with complexion of Eastern origin.
A hollow heart beats inside this chest,
no other as yet resides within.

Both libation and infernal cloud
are spurned by these two lips.
Not sleight of hand nor strong of arm,
with the stillness as that of stone.

And the personality of this mind,
what complexities here can we find?
The similarities and differences
of passions and prejudices.

Compared with people most ordinary,
there is nothing special here.
A like of images, both still and moving
on screen of silver or cathode ray.

Prefers to dine on words,
of possible tomorrows, or places never been.
And sup on melodies, an eclectic mix
of anything that takes a fancy.

These are parts of me, that make me how I am.
Permit me to ask in return, So how are you?


* [not sure if I would add some more here later, that is all I have for now. Might rewrite the ending as well. And maybe a better title. The title I have now is derived from the song "Mad About The Boy" sung by Dinah Washington rather than the book "About a boy" by Nick Hornby.]

ETA : Oh, and yes the poem is sort of about me :)


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