Get To Know Me Better!

Hey There! Since I’m new to this whole blogging thing, I thought it might be nice to answer a few questions so that we can get to know each other better!

The questions I’m answering here are either ones that my friends wanted me to answer or just ones that I just found online.

Here we go!

What’s your nickname, and what’s the story behind it?

My closest friends like to call me “Fats”. Not in a mean spirited way (at least I hope!)

Back in the good old days, when I was actually able to go to the gym regularly, I was working out on an exercise bike, when a middle-aged woman plopped down right next to me, and tried to start a conversation.

Now, I like to think of myself as a friendly person, but if you try to speak to me while I’m working out, I will ignore you- I’m sorry. Anyways, back to the story. After ignoring her initial attempts at a conversation, I finally took off my headphones and screamed, “What!” 

She begins to ask me, “Why do you come to the gym?”

I replied, “To lose weight of course!”

Then, with a look on her face that almost made it seem as if I had actually asked for her opinion, she says, “Why do you want to lose fats! You don’t have fats!”

She then went on to introduce me to her husband and threatened to introduce me to her kids. “Ask my husband if you ever want advice!” “Take my phone number!” “My kids are just downstairs- come meet them!”

Let’s just say I stayed far, far away from her and the rest of her family whenever I went to the gym.

Now, I’m not saying not to speak to me, but if I’m red in the face, and have my headphones in; I probably don’t want to climb up your family tree.

At least I got a funny story out of it.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

Well, at this point, I can’t even imagine leaving my house anymore.

Nevertheless, if I could live anywhere, it would probably be Paris. I know it’s totally generic and cliché, but over the years I’ve just always romanticised the idea of living there.

Stop right there- if you’ve been to Paris, I don’t want to hear you say that it’s filled with cigarette butts and rude French people. Don’t ruin my fantasy.

From the wine, to the culture, to the food- I feel like I would never be bored there; there would always be more places to see, new restaurants to try.

Art, Museums, Architecture. It’s like an entire experience .

Always more to see, Always more to do.

Where did you grow up?

Well, I was born in Lima, Peru🇵🇪 where I lived for a year.

Fun Fact- did you know that the potato originated in Peru? Everytime I eat a fry, I feel a weird sense of immense pride.

Then I was Panamanian🇵🇦 for around 2 years I think.

Then I was Jamaican for 8 years. I’ll always represent the 876🇯🇲

Everyone should visit Jamaica at least once in their lives- even if it’s just for the jerk-chicken and waterfalls.

Jamaica_Beach_Ocho Rios

Now, I’ve lived in India for the past 6 years and counting.

God knows which country I’ll take over next!

Is your glass half full or half empty?

I have no idea- but it’s always filled with coffee. In fact, I’m holding a cup of coffee as I write this!

At least 70% of the content I post here is going to include the word coffee in some way or the other.

What’s the Dumbest Way You’ve Been Injured?

I can’t believe I’m going to admit this.

Not long ago, I was sitting in bed watching Friends (I’m always in some state of rewatching it), when I realised that I ran out of snacks. So I stood up to get more, of course.

As I walked to the kitchen, I tripped over my own stupidity and sprained my ankle.

But that’s not the embarrassing part.

The worst part is that when people asked me what happened to my ankle- I said that I sprained my ankle while I was working out.

You have no idea how embarrassed I feel even while writing this.

WHat Show did you binge-watch embarrassingly fast?

I’ve spent almost all of quarantine sitting in bed watching shows. Some of them were- Dead to Me, Brooklyn 99, Shark Tank, and Big Little Lies.

All of which I binge-watched with my mom.

What’s your favourite lyric?

Of course, my favourite lyric was written by the musical genius, Sean Paul.

Brace yourselves.

“SHAN DE PAL”

What’s the Funniest Prank You’ve Played?

Well, I’m almost always the one being pranked- I’m notorious for being the most gullible person alive.

But, at the end of 12th grade, on our last real day of high school, the entire class decided to come to school wearing pink. For some insight, the school I went to was extremely strict about the uniforms; so let’s just say our coordinator was less than pleased. 

Sort of like a senior prank. 

For most teenagers, rebellion looks like vandalism, partying, and sneaking out.

For Indian teenagers, rebellion is pink.

Until Next Time.

3 thoughts on “Get To Know Me Better!

  1. Same feels about Dead to Me 💕

    Oh! I also want to move to France. Being there feels so nice… I loved how the leaves smelled in France, I love the buildings, even the traffic! Everything!

    You’ve lived in the most awesome places! I have recently developed a desire to visit Peru. I told my husband that when things get back to normal again, health, economy and all… we have to go to Peru!

    And agreed, Jamaica should be on the list too!

    Ps: Dont worry, we all have that one single embarrassing injury 🤣

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  2. Thanks, I’ve been considering Peru and telling a lot of people about it… since seeing photos of Peru recently, I have been in awe of the world’s wonders and if given an opportunity, I will totally grab it!

    Being to France once or twice is never enough! Settling to France for me is soooo amazing and magical and exciting all at the same time! Go for it!

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