It's not exactly hidden, but people are always surprised at how well I can sing. XD I did opera and the like, but I'm also quite the pop diva at karaoke nights here.
I guess for something I do a little less often... uh... I can sing like Alvin and the Chipmunks without speeding up my voice on a tape recorder? XD
Same here! Minus the opera... and the pop. Current pop, anyway. That is the problem with the term "pop", it changes meaning by the hour. Anyway, here is me singing at my brother's wedding.
Um... I can gargle the first few minutes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony?
I can find Canadians. Doesn't matter where I am, I can find Canadians. If there are no Canadians around but there is a bookstore, even a used bookstore, even a used bookstore in the heart of a city within spitting distance of the Mexican border, I can find the Canadian history books, even if there is only one of them.
Seriously. And they're not even from some nearby part of Canada, either.
- At the beach near Fort Lauderdale? Wind up talking to a guy who turns out to be Partie Quebecois. (Apparently there's a large French-Canadian snowbird community in the area.) - Waiting for a bus in coastal Oregon? Strike up conversation with random dude at bus stop who turns out to be a Newfie. - Returning rental car to Hertz at the airport after a Red Cross assignment in San Diego? Wind up on shuttlebus with six Francophone Quebecois. - Visiting Creamer's Field bird sanctuary outside Fairbanks, Alaska? Get mistaken for Canadian by woman on duty at the info desk- an Anglophone Quebecois. - Six hour tourbus ride from Fairbanks to the Arctic Circle? Wind up in extended conversation with retired couple from Brampton, ON... and halfway through it, realize I'm wearing the SWAT-style RCMP baseball cap I bought on eBay. Apologize profusely.
Etc., etc. Kind of tempted to travel to Italy or something and start looking for the Canadians there.
I...have no hidden talent. I flaunt them far and wide! (Seriously, I never know how to answer this kind of question, because I feel like I'm an open book.)
I seem to have a sign on my head that says, "Need help? Ask here!" or something as I always get people asking for directions, help in stores and the like.
Addendum: I thought of a better answer on my way to work...It is really hard for me to get lost. I may not know what street I'm on but I will know which way I've been and typically can pin point the cardinal directions. I used to call this my mall sense as it allowed me to never get lost in malls, even ones I'd never been to.
I have no idea, at the moment I'm not feeling very talented. I have a midterm today and I feel like all my knowledge just fell out of my head. Also the water is currently turned off in my apartment so I can't make tea.
Performing and telling stories is one of my talents that I'm not sure is hidden or not.
The midterm is over and I think I managed to not fail. Also I've been reading a wonderful book and drinking lots of tea so I feel slightly more like myself. Now its time to just hang out before my shift at 8 pm.
Black Beech and Honeydew, its the autobiography of Ngaio Marsh, a wonderful New Zealand mystery writer from around the time of Agatha Christie. She's one of my favorite authors and this book is a treat since she's so evocative and conjures up New Zealand. Also she did a lot of work in the theater, which I adore. She's very honest about herself and its a charming read.
Yes, I"m so glad that midterm is done, I feel like I sort of know what I'm doing in that class but just barely. Also all my stress from graduation stuff spilled over and effected that one and my seminar the most. I know if I weren't freaking out, I would have studied more and done better, but I just didn't have the energy for it.
I have a weird thing about patterns? I can line up one side of a Rubic's Cube in under 30 seconds, but never more than that. And that old computer game Mosaic, with the numbers all messed up that you had to put back in numerical order? I could do that really fast, too.
Perhaps not impressive, but I miss both those things. I used to have a lot of fun messing with them.
I remember random strings of numbers. Like, 16 digit numbers. Tell it to me twice, and it's lodged in my brain. Ask me what it is six months from now? And I can reel it off.
But not written, only spoken. Useless talent is useless.
I have good chocolate penmanship. This doesn't seem like a hidden talent considering my field but it's perhaps the one thing I'm good at when it involves making cakes pretty. I can also apparently write things with chocolate other than words, such as music.
I'm also pretty good at thinking on my culinary feet. I was having a party and planned on making a frangipane tart, which is poached pears baked on top of almond cream in a pie shell. My poached pears went south before I finished, so I had to improvise. I ended up making a coffee-almond tart instead by keeping the almond cream and putting a coffee mousse on top. It was a hit.
I apparently activate a S.E.P. or a Ninja field when I am doing kitchen work, considering I've spent 3 years working line cook with 6 other people this has some interesting results.
"Where's Rushia??" (shortening of my name for work)
"DUDE, I'm right here, to your left."
"...how did you.."
"And I'm wearing bells on one of my belt loops, how did you not notice me?"
"..Get Chopping up those tomatoes!"
"Hai!"
If it's not that then my other 'talent' according to my mom is this, I can find a place for good food anywhere. New town, one I've never been in before? Bam, I find a nice little thai restaurant and IMMEDIATELY PICK OUT THE BEST THING ON THE MENU, without asking for assistance. Indian curry in Minnesota, after being carsick and tired all day? I pick out the curry with raisins, cashews, and coconut milk that's just spicy enough to make my face blush pleasantly. And I sure don't know curries that well. It doesn't seem to work too well in Chinese restaurants though. Then again I frequent those so much that I tend to stick to standbys.
I have a talent for snappy one-liners... but never on purpose. If I try for one, it's lame as hell. If we're having a conversation at work and I'm trying to finish out my notes and there is an opportunity for some sharp comeback and I'm not paying attention?
Instawit.
Which I usually fully realize second-hand when the other person starts laughing.
Getting in people's way when I am trying to get out of their way. I have this inexplicable knack for seeing that someone is preparing to move and choosing to put myself the exact place they're trying to get to in my effort to let them past. It's bizarre.
Remembering useless bits of information when people need them. I'm like the walking book of 'why the hell would I ever need to remember that?' to my friends. Other thing?
If you hum/whistle/sing/play the first ten seconds of any song not popular on radioplay, I can tell you what it is correctly four out of five times. This has been tested, though it's not exactly surprising as my family's been in music as either a job or an intensely practiced hobby for as long as anyone can remember.
Every time I get a movie or TV show stuck in my head, it turns up on TV a few days later.
...idek.
Also, I remember practically everything I'm ever told. And I always know the time, and how much time has passed between events. I haven't worn a watch in about fifteen years.
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I guess for something I do a little less often... uh... I can sing like Alvin and the Chipmunks without speeding up my voice on a tape recorder? XD
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Um... I can gargle the first few minutes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony?
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(Seriously, what the hell.)
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That is amazing.
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- At the beach near Fort Lauderdale? Wind up talking to a guy who turns out to be Partie Quebecois. (Apparently there's a large French-Canadian snowbird community in the area.)
- Waiting for a bus in coastal Oregon? Strike up conversation with random dude at bus stop who turns out to be a Newfie.
- Returning rental car to Hertz at the airport after a Red Cross assignment in San Diego? Wind up on shuttlebus with six Francophone Quebecois.
- Visiting Creamer's Field bird sanctuary outside Fairbanks, Alaska? Get mistaken for Canadian by woman on duty at the info desk- an Anglophone Quebecois.
- Six hour tourbus ride from Fairbanks to the Arctic Circle? Wind up in extended conversation with retired couple from Brampton, ON... and halfway through it, realize I'm wearing the SWAT-style RCMP baseball cap I bought on eBay. Apologize profusely.
Etc., etc. Kind of tempted to travel to Italy or something and start looking for the Canadians there.
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Addendum: I thought of a better answer on my way to work...It is really hard for me to get lost. I may not know what street I'm on but I will know which way I've been and typically can pin point the cardinal directions. I used to call this my mall sense as it allowed me to never get lost in malls, even ones I'd never been to.
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Or at least, trainer.
When I don't get off on tangents and theorizing and so on.
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Performing and telling stories is one of my talents that I'm not sure is hidden or not.
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Yes, I"m so glad that midterm is done, I feel like I sort of know what I'm doing in that class but just barely. Also all my stress from graduation stuff spilled over and effected that one and my seminar the most. I know if I weren't freaking out, I would have studied more and done better, but I just didn't have the energy for it.
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Perhaps not impressive, but I miss both those things. I used to have a lot of fun messing with them.
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But not written, only spoken. Useless talent is useless.
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I'm also pretty good at thinking on my culinary feet. I was having a party and planned on making a frangipane tart, which is poached pears baked on top of almond cream in a pie shell. My poached pears went south before I finished, so I had to improvise. I ended up making a coffee-almond tart instead by keeping the almond cream and putting a coffee mousse on top. It was a hit.
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I apparently activate a S.E.P. or a Ninja field when I am doing kitchen work, considering I've spent 3 years working line cook with 6 other people this has some interesting results.
"Where's Rushia??" (shortening of my name for work)
"DUDE, I'm right here, to your left."
"...how did you.."
"And I'm wearing bells on one of my belt loops, how did you not notice me?"
"..Get Chopping up those tomatoes!"
"Hai!"
If it's not that then my other 'talent' according to my mom is this, I can find a place for good food anywhere. New town, one I've never been in before? Bam, I find a nice little thai restaurant and IMMEDIATELY PICK OUT THE BEST THING ON THE MENU, without asking for assistance. Indian curry in Minnesota, after being carsick and tired all day? I pick out the curry with raisins, cashews, and coconut milk that's just spicy enough to make my face blush pleasantly. And I sure don't know curries that well. It doesn't seem to work too well in Chinese restaurants though. Then again I frequent those so much that I tend to stick to standbys.
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Instawit.
Which I usually fully realize second-hand when the other person starts laughing.
:( I'd do it on purpose if I could!
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It would be awesome if I could remember them years later, too.
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Or maybe we tried to separate, and fell in each other's ways instead at birth.
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If you hum/whistle/sing/play the first ten seconds of any song not popular on radioplay, I can tell you what it is correctly four out of five times. This has been tested, though it's not exactly surprising as my family's been in music as either a job or an intensely practiced hobby for as long as anyone can remember.
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...idek.
Also, I remember practically everything I'm ever told. And I always know the time, and how much time has passed between events. I haven't worn a watch in about fifteen years.
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this is TL