~The principle aspect of my personality.~
Over-indulgence in my own interpretation of the universe.
~The quality that I desire in a man.~
An appreciation of the need for weakness.
~The quality that I desire in a woman.~
Zeal for independent thinking and living.
~What I appreciate most about my friends.~
~My main fault.~
My lack of understanding about my own impact on others.
~My favorite occupation.~
~My dream of happiness.~
A new city every year.
~What would be my greatest misfortune?~
Blindness. I would miss the sight of letters and the warmth of colors.
~What I should like to be.~
A man consulted for his opinions.
~The country where I should like to live.~
France, Hong Kong, or America. I need to be in a place that feels self-important.
~My favorite color.~
~The flower that I like.~
The bud. I'm enamored less by the flower than by the promise of the flower.
~My favorite prose authors.~
The ones that make me believe they are more right than I am. The ones that make me doubt my interpretation of things. A few off the top of my head: Hesse, Woolf, Ishiguro.
~My favorite poets.~
Those unafraid to speak as they wish to be heard. Whitman, Pope, Eliot.
~My heroes in fictions.~
Batman. The repressed sexuality of it counts for a lot.
~My favorite heroines in fiction.~
Electra. I think she's a concept of feminine heroism that is completely foreign to my universe. And I can't help but be entranced by it.
~My favorite composers.~
Philip Glass, Mozart, Mendelssohn, and those guys who did the Safety Dance.
~My heroes in real life.~
My mother and father, for their courage in seeking a home on the other side of the globe.
~My heroines in history.~
~My favorite names.~
Malarcus. A butchered rendition more genius than the original.
~What I hate most of all.~
~Historical figures that I despise the most.~
Traitors, although you don't see much of that nowadays.
~The military event that I admire the most.~
A soldier's first step into a war-zone.
~The gift of nature that I would like to have.~
The ability to draw. I'm always frustrated by my inability to translate my mind's eye into my hand's pen.
~How I want to die.~
Surrounded by a small, but close circle of people.
~My present state of mind.~
~Faults for which I have the most indulgence.~
Vanity and pride.
None of the ones I've tried to stick to have worked for me yet, so I'm still looking.♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves