1. Introduction
So, I’m Fiona. I have too many nicknames to date, so just call me by my first name. I like hearing my first name. Hearing it reassures me. I don’t know why, but it just does. Maybe it is because I know that you’re talking to me and that you want my attention. It’s nice to feel wanted or needed. It’s pleasant. I hope it’s not too much to ask for my name to be said before you speak to me. I feel uncomfortable guessing if people are talking to me or someone else, unintentionally ignoring them when they’re talking to me, or talking to them when I’m not being spoken to. My second name is Cinelli. It’s Italian. Yes, I was named after the bicycle manufacturing company in Milan. My father is a bike enthusiast and named me after his prized possession. I don’t live with him anymore. I live with my mother.
Unfortunately, I have no interesting story to grasp your attention with. There is no huge headliner about me saving a puppy from a raging fire that I can share with you in order to distinguish me from the rest. Although I believe if you got to know me, I’m sure we would have our bundle of sentimental experiences that would set me apart from the crowd. Perhaps riding down hills in cardboard boxes, fooling around in Ikea, and having shopping cart races are some of the many spunky adventures you may encounter as my friend. Or maybe I’ll totally fall in love with you. Either way, it’s an adventure. It’s spontaneous. It’s life, dude.
I’m the eldest child, born in Manila, Philippines on February 20 and moved here when I was two years old. I’m pretty sure the doctor delivered me under normal circumstances. I can also speak my native tongue. I’m Catholic, but I hope that doesn’t scare you away. I don’t proclaim bullshit sermons about tolerance and expect other people to act accordingly. I just show it. Easier said than done, better done than said. I am capable of liking anyone and everyone very much, although I don’t act like it. Usually, I stick around because their stupidity entertains me. I’m ambivalent towards humanity. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don’t. I have a very funny way of showing my feelings - but it is consistent. Look, as long as you give me a chance, I’ll give you a chance. You can never have too many friends, you know. Although I’m quite content with the few close ones that I treasure and keep close to my heart. Don’t have a lot of friends? Good. That’s less people to worry about.
If I ever confuse or hurt you, I am not a difficult person to talk to. I don’t believe I am, and I can talk to anyone about anything. I also am aware I talk too much. Uncannily, I’m quite comfortable with silence. I write too much. I think too much. I laugh heartily and with great fervor. It’s how I cope.
Please note that in this blog, I am not one to forbear what I say, no matter who’s reading. I didn’t make you read this. I’m just talking to myself, in order to get to know myself. If I may have lead you to this blog, then that’s great. But I’m not using this as a subliminal way to communicate with anyone. This is for me, and if you just so happen to come along and enjoy it, then that’s great! It makes me happy and flattered when people are interested.
This is a bit of an overwhelming introduction, don’t you think? Well, I do not care what you think. I can make an introduction as thorough as I want, and I could make this even more thorough, but I will stop now. Hopefully, as I strive to complete this challenge, you will get a taste of what to expect as I grow older within the pages of this oddly formatted archive that I’m debating to call my “life in black and white” or merely just a piece of it.
Alright, maybe “tatters of my soul”. Nothing too grand.
