Pineapples are the best fruit ever
PREQUEL
Name: Sandra
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Gender of your desired partner: Male
Which seasons are we allowed to choose them from? Every season =)
Please include the links to three unstamped applications [regular OR theme] you have voted on here.
I voted on everyone a long time ago, should I post the links anyway?
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Your idea of a most desirable partner in three points?
1.) Intelligence.
2.) Knowing when to be serious and when to joke around. I don't like clowns but I don't think I could handle someone without any sense of humour.
3.) Supportive but not clingy. I mean, someone to be there for me when I need him but he doesn't need to put me on a pedestal like I'm a porcelain doll.
Your idea of a completely non-desirable partner in three points?
1.) Clingy.
2.) Lack of respect
3.) Rudeness
HOW MUCH IMPORTANCE DO YOU PLACE ON THEIR...
- body? Not so much the body but the eyes and hands. The eyes and hands are the first thing I notice.
- mind? I appreciate someone with smarts. I seriously wouldn't like to be with someone who I wasn't able to have a decent conversation with.
- age? Same or older. I usually like older guys or the same age. I never held any interest on younger ones, for some reason.
- money? As long as he doesn't want to live in the streets, meaning, he wants to get a job and such, money doesn't really matter.
- faith? I can't say I DON'T believe in God, but I can't say I do either. So, faith isn't that important either. Everyone has the right to believe or not believe in whatever they want.
- family? VERY important. Well, if he doesn't get along with his family, it's fine, I mean, I can't make him but the very least he has to be interested on building one. Since, I really want to be a mom, doesn't mean it has to be rightaway, of course.
- country? Not important at all.
- choice of shoes? I.. don't care at all xD He can wear whatever he wants. Hell, walk barefoot if wished!
PAPER OR PLASTIC, IT'S ALL YOURS
Leader or follower? Leader, I suppose. Even if I am more of a leader also.
Optimistic or pessimistic? Either. I'm good at cheering up, I'm pretty optimistic (optimistic-realistic, though).
Mature or immature? Mature, absolutly.
Quiet or loud? Quiet.
Rude or polite? Polite.
Violent or peaceful? Peaceful, but please! He shouldn't agree with every word I say just because!
Selfish or altruistic? Both. I am both too. I mean, it's good to help and give, but sometimes you gotta think about yourself aswell.
Aggressive or passive? A balance, I suppose, aswell. I'd say passionate. I like someone fierce.
Outgoing or reserved? He doesn't have to be a party-boy, but he has to be more outgoing than me, since I'm quite reserved.
Share their feelings or bottle them up? Bottle them up. I'm pretty good at reading other people's feelings, so it would be a challenge, I think. Also, screaming my name in rooftops isn't my ideal thingy.
LIVE TOGETHER...
In the first few moments, minutes, hours after the crash your partner is most likely doing what? Checking if I'm alright, if so, either helping other people or trying to gather our stuff.
They will come to you and ask for a fish. What do you do? They = my partner? I most likely laugh and answer "I can't even cook, how can you expect me to fish?". But I suppose I'd try and help anyway.
Fish aside, how would you two meet, ideally? The fancy restaurant is out, of course, but how would they approach you on the island? Well, I'd most likely be sitting someone a little far off the group, specially if I don't know anyone, I'm not the kind to go and approach them and plus, I like my alone time and I think if my plane crashed, I really longed for some alone time. Either I'd be reading or just watching the see, or even just laying there, listening to it (I find it soothing), and he'd approach me and just sit there aswell. No talk.
If you were to leave your partner to compete in a boat race in order to prove yourself to their father, how would you expect them to react? He'd raise his eyebrow and burst into laughter. Seriously. Me = boat race? What, there are simpler ways of committing suicide.
But of course we've all met in a mad house! Pray tell, how far gone on the road of insanity is your partner allowed to be? He's allowed to be.. wild. Crazy all he wants but please, let's keep in mind the intelligent conversations.
And heat and death and no hope whatsoever. How does your partner react to your mental break-down? Holds me tight as I pour my eyes out. Perhaps whispering softly from time to time that it'll all be alright.
Type in the code. Type in the code. Type in the code. How do you cope with your partner's obsession? And if you were so keen on those numbers, how do you expect them to react? Slap them. Slap me. Please, life has more to it than numbers, or other obsessions, now that you mention it.
So, about those pesky Others... turns out your partner was one of them after all. Now, what now? If he wasn't lying about who he was (personality, etc), I might be hurt at first that he didn't tell me or if his people hurted my friends but my feelings would still be there, so I couldn't bring myself to be pissed for long.
SOMEWHERE BEYOND THE SEA
The worst pick-up line in the world clearly is... any pick-up line. They're only good for one thing: for you to laugh.
Please write down the one Lost character you couldn't possibly imagine a relationship with and tell us why that is. Jack, Locke and MR Eko. I.. just.. .... don't like him (Jack), and the other two it's the obsession thing. Seriously, would someone just slap Locke?
And lastly, describe your ideal relationship in a quote, a song or a picture.
"Angel" ~ Sarah McLachlan
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here.