Hi! I’m Rammi. Well, not really. My full name’s Ramon Chiratheep, and I hate it. ‘Ramon’ is apparently a female name in Thailand, where I was born, but I soon found out it was more, *ahem* masculine in other countries. Sadly, it’s too late to change it now, when every official-looking bit of paper I own is listed under ‘Ramon’. I’ll also answer to Rammikins, Rammikinilindomakarina, Rammoi, and, on occasion, Wamwams. I will NOT answer to Hestekuk (which means ‘Horsecock’ in Norwegian), Sauepuler (’sheep-shagger’ in Norwegian) or Jaevla Fitte (something else that’s rude in Norwegian).
I was born on the 14th of December in some unpronounceable hospital in Bangkok, Thailand – it’s apparently ‘Rajvithi’, but how am I meant to say that?! For some reason, my mum, grandma and I moved to London, England when I was a toddler. This means that I am technically a Brit. Damn it. My accent is far from the English accents in Hollywood films, however.
I don’t remember much about Thailand, but I can speak the language quite fluently, but not fluently enough to read and write it. It should also be noted that I also don’t know any Thai swear words either. Boo.
Like a magpie or pigeon, I am attracted to shiny things. And no, I don’t mean that in a dirty way. If you ever have the misfortune to go shopping with me, you’ll see that I tend to go for the glittery and sparkly objects, much to the annoyance of others around me.
Actually, if you think about it, I display many pigeon tendencies.* I home onto areas in London, and can usually be seen wandering the streets of Spitalfields (yes, like Jack the Ripper) or Brick Lane. When I’m not in Brick Lane, I spend most of my days in Chinatown.
I’m fairly intellectual, but am also quite cynical and sarcastic, which are qualities that don’t really work well together. I managed to do some English qualification a year early, but have a hard time remembering what a hyphen or an adjective is sometimes.
I am also a pop culture addict, and like to know everything about, er, everything that’s happened in the past few decades. I’ve also crowned myself the Liz Lemon of the WWW because I can.
*Sadly, I hate pigeons, and will never step into Hyde Park again after an incident where one crapped on my head.
