Name: Alejandra Reuhel

Aliases: Narcoleptik Messiah (Miss Narco), Neurolepsia, N3cr0phelia, Anm0ratA, Glassphixi3, Si6nifi3r

Age: Born in 1984, it changes about every year or so.

Sign: Scorpio

Eye color: The color of a wet hazelnut shell

Hair color: Blue black (more brown black as of late) and shades of blue

Office: poet, painter, general art-maker, student, spectator, accidental heart-breaker

Higher Learning: UPR. BA in Comparative Literature, MA in English Literature.

Pastimes: Reading, sleeping, dreaming, hiding, word-weaving, letter-writing, memory collecting, time-wasting on the Wonderful World of the Wired, dancing, listening, wondering, wandering.

Collections: Tarot decks, trinkets, bracelets, coffin shaped boxes and accessories, little bones and skulls, dead insects, living dead dolls, favorite poets, favorite bands, glances, impressions, little pieces of paper with notes people gave me, stars and books, books, books. Many of the pieces are gifts from friends.

Fixations: Everything and Nothing, Beauty, recurrent dreams and nightmares

Obsessions: Something that runs deeper than flesh and bones and that could not possibly be explained (unless you had the time).

Fears: War, for Earth and humankind's future, some people's attitudes. Stupid people scare me.

Loves: The dark, the starry night sky, words, sincerity, letters, when occasional telepathy occurs, the smell of azucenas, skeletons, animals, poetry, the smell of dust and old books, insects, solitude.

Music: See here.

Loathes: Organized religion, crowds, crowds of pushy Christians, copycats, clingy/pushy/persistent people, cowards, noise, anger, ill-fitting arrogance, just arrogance, ignorance, people who lie and the people who believe them, goodbyes. I really hate people with no originality whatsoever that feed off other people's creativity. I hate it when people talk to me about clothes and hair as if it were so damned interesting, it BORES me to death. Chauvinism, people who watch too much TV, television, people who lie to impress, stupidity. (I think the last sums up all of what I've mentioned)

Enjoys: the silence, coca-cola with bacardi black, good company (and good solitude), good books, tropical winters, watching the sun rise, Djarum vanilla cloves, rich fabrics and pretty smells, museums (and pretty art), dancing, wishful thinking

Favorite color: All colors. The colder scale is favored.

Location: Puerto Rico.

This little section I wrote in 2005...
I'm leaving it up because all of this facts are still true, and will probably always be true.

Although I could reflect upon the tragedy and misfortune that has not been absent in my life, I believe it is important to highlight and remember the good, because our memories, as well as our attitude towards them, pave the pathways of our futures, the present forever caught inbetween.

I have the most intelligent, beautiful, strong, and [almost] perfect woman in the world as my mother, who has given me everything I have, beginning with my [wretched] existence, and it sometimes saddens me to think I will never ever be able to reciprocate, even if I had the chance. I told a friend the other night "I'm not cool. It rubs off from my mom."

Throughout my life, and I'm sure not everyone can say this, I've been lucky to have been surrounded with the most wonderful of boys and girls, both in real life and on the web, kindred souls abroad that I adore. Many of them beautiful souls with polished talents, people I am vainly proud to call friends. And many of them people with pure hearts that offer unconditional support, attention and love.

I have known love like that which many of us dream of, and consider myself to be extremely lucky.

I fall in love with images, with moments, songs, smells, words, ideas, and even people, but I've found the latter to be the most fickle.

I would like to say that I'm patient and tolerant, and I am. Most of the time. But I am firm in what I dislike, and choose to ignore those things. There aren't things in themselves that annoy me or make me want to resort to violence, but things that people do, and, if persistent enough, people in themselves.

I'm sad to see so many flawed people in the world. It's people that make society, and the whole reflects upon the individual. People in general are self centered and too caught up in a tangle of illusions in which the end up causing pain to others for their own benefit in an endless chain of cause and effect. When I encounter a problematic link, I break away, since I'm as flexible as a pipe cleaner.

I strongly hate copycat chameleons. We all gather ideas from a collage of influences, but when someone sheds their true self to become someone they're not in order to impress, or simply because they lack self-knowledge, that's just pathetic. And very unfair to those who are, in truth, original, if you can say that.

Freudian people who find sex in everything. If you're thinking about it, chances are I don't want to hear it. I prefer you be a sicko on your own time and in your own space, away from me.

Religion.

Injustice.

Ignorance.

Arrogance. The most intelligent, most interesting people I've ever met are very modest, and that makes them charming as well. In my experience, those who are arrogant are usually very ignorant in spite of what they want to project and no one can stand them for long. Newsflash: you're dumb and uncool and nobody likes you. Please STFU.

Chauvinism. When did that ever make sense? I hate it when men yell vulgar comments at women and, upon being ignored or sneered at, they get angry and hurl violent insults. Just to name one among the beastly things they do.

Fanatism.


Stalkers.

Oh, so much more.

Random facts about me you may or may not know...

+ sometimes I close my eyes on the dancefloor
+ I barely ever get angry, but when I do, I get very very angry.
+ I have an excellent long-term memory.
+ I sometimes (often) forget people's names
+ I can talk about anything in the world, except for what I'm feeling. That I usually make known through other mediums that don't involve speaking
+ I have a cryptic sense of humor
+ I don't like talking at all, unless I know the other person wants to listen
+ I hate attracting attention
+ I like it when people write on my skin
+ I like using suspension points... they simulate the way I speak... sometimes I leave sentences halfway when I talk. Supposing people know what follows. They usually do, if they're the right kind of person.

I wrote this in January of 2002 as an introduction to my "about me" section, and I'm keeping it... because guess what?
It's also still true.

None of these things define me. My Id and Superego romp free and peacefully online, but in real life I wear a million different masks.
I'm not the talkative type, but people say I'm a good speaker.
I prefer solitude, but everyone thinks me sociable.
Some people think I don't care what other people think, and that is partly true, but not entirely.
They're as right as I am.
People get caught up in details that really shouldn't matter, and try to compete over silly things...
I only know that I exist.
Sometimes I get tangled in the web of what surrounds me, in the false impressions of reality that the collective consciousness or whatever you may call it has imposed, but there's always candy at the bottom of my jar.
I have found the meaning of life and I'm here to enjoy the ride. I'll fight if I have to only because it's part of the ride. This is why I always (well, usually) have a smile on my face.
I sometimes make fun of people that take themselves too seriously, and I especially like cracking jokes about myself.
We can't deny what's given, only change it or live with it.
Many of the things I write and say are meant to be mildly funny or sarcastic.
Not many people understand my sense of humor at first, I suppose it takes some getting used to.
In conclusion, everyone makes their own person and each builds his or her own identity.
Religion destroys mankind's independence.
The masses are retarded.
No one is original.
I am not goth.