Tagged

The last time someone tagged me, I remember I jacked his arse and cut jokes on how silly it is. But this time it's my little cousin who leaves a comment, then follows me onto my messengers and makes sure that I get to the point that I have now. Can't do me much harm, plus it'll be a good break from the monotony that's my life.

I am thinking about:
My thesis. Finished the discussion got all the lose ends to tie up now. Meeting tomorrow. Close bank account. Say bye-bye to landlady and friends. Start printing. Send in the application forms.

I said:
What the frick!? I say too many things. Someone should stop me from saying things!

I want to:
Have sex. Finish printing my darn thesis. Cook some decent food. Go to London. Eat masala dosa. Actually, scrap all the above and stick to the masala dosa part.

I wish:
People stopped complicating things. Relatives stopped judging you.

I hear:
The geese fighting over the water with the hens by making weird hissing sounds. The breeze swimming through the trees. The constant, comforting sound of my external drive at work.

I wonder:
Why were there no gender differences in coping with cancer in the Indian patients!?!? Why are there visas to visit countries?! How can I be this close and never as far away as now?

I regret:
Only one thing. That I didn't save an extra slice of the pizza so that I could've eaten it for breakfast today.

I am:
I.

I dance:
When I'm drunk.

I sing:
Kitni Baatein (firang style) from Lakshya. Aye Kya Bolti Tu (firang style) from Ghulam with my little cousin. The Indian National Anthem when I hear it being played or sometimes when I'm all by myself in my room.

I cry:
Infront of two people, three if you count my dog.

I make with my hands:
Gestures when I talk!! The occasional beaded earrings.

I write:
Alot more than I post.

I confuse:
You for me.

I need:
Happiness. A sense of balance. Friends. Water. Doggie. Parents. Love (to give and get). My muse. Him. Her. God. Bah. I'm a needy person!


I think this tag thing works when I tag someone else. But I can't force this on any other unsuspecting soul. Besides, I'm no little cousin to anyone who blogs. I'll let this one go.