Me? Hmmm, oh well... paranoid, sensitive, cold, speculative, economic, ergonomic, insensitive, cyclotimic, maniac compulsive, euphoric, peaceful, quiet, shy, passional, sincerer, rageaholic, egocentric, self centered, selfless, joyful, tedious, cheerful, sad, bitter, irritating, serene, and above all, sarcastic.
I’m an overachiever. I spend most time meditating how to overthrow totalitarian governments.
My ultimate goal is to have my own Sultanate. A kind of father-knows-best-benevolent-dictatorship state. I’m hoping to establish somewhere along the west coast of Africa, although anywhere with an average annual rainfall of 88.9 (mm) and a decent flora and fauna would do. I’m not picky.
I’ve been known for the blatant abuse of my poor verbal skills.
Feared by friends and acquaintances, loved by enemies. Performing god-like traits, like holding my breath for 37 entire seconds has earned me respect among my peers.
I use my popularity, glamour and charisma, to spread knowledge and wisdom across primary schools in third world countries, teaching them the dark arts of haute couture, focusing on the design of Miuccia Prada, Coco Chanel and Kenzo Takada.
Rumour has it, i can stop time.