Why are you all angry and upset now?
B:
Nothing.
Just that adults suck!
And noone understands anything!!!!!
Oh, to be thirteen again. No, no, wait. Oh, to be 24 and talk to 13 year olds who are in the middle of an Emotional Crisis.
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Thursday, February 7
Conversation
A:
B:
Oh, to be thirteen again. No, no, wait. Oh, to be 24 and talk to 13 year olds who are in the middle of an Emotional Crisis.
B:
Oh, to be thirteen again. No, no, wait. Oh, to be 24 and talk to 13 year olds who are in the middle of an Emotional Crisis.
Monday, December 10
Anniversary Time! Whoo hoo!
It's my Bloggy Birth Month. My blog is Capricornian. How awesomely perfect is that? I have to admit I feel a little guilty. I have (and there's no nice way to see it) neglected the Flaffster. Left him cold and dry. Dropped him like a hot potato, in fact. I am overcome with remorse. But, on the bright side, my life is so fun right now. And blogs are a girl's best friend. They're supposed to be dumped on and then forgotten. The next time I'm at home on a weeknight, trying to avoid school work, with noone to talk to (cos nobody loves me, I'm nobody's child) I'll just come right back and dump some more. I'll make up more ridiculous stories. I'll even write more theory posts (talking about which, I have a great new theory on How so many Grad Students have Issues). I'll complete that Grad School Freak Show thing. I'll go back and read up all the old posts on my favorite blogs (by which I mean yours, half pint). And I'll comment obsessively and contentlessly on every single one of them. But till then, people, be patient. Show kindness. Love me.
Thursday, October 25
An Off Week
We all have them. So do I. Go figure.
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What some of us think is really difficult/strange/alien is a life'slikethat moment for others. Yes, I am thinking of you, missy and your wonder at being able to chat and watch Ugly Betty at the same time (and you thought I couldn't blog about it!).
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Some women need to have men in their lives. Not just general men. But a special person. Just for them. It's a craving, a dependency. Just like anything else. Some women don't. I honestly can't decide which is weaker but I know which I'd rather be.
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Starting something new is always exciting but also seductive. It makes you ignore the old (sorry, bloggy, y'know I love you) and there is never any excuse for that.
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Cooking is therapy. And I'd have never known it if I hadn't moved away from home. On the other hand, I might not have needed therapy if I hadn't moved away from home. Meh, who are we kidding. I'd have needed therapy anyway!
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However bored you are, however tired, however reluctant to leave the couch, don't watch Tila Tequila or I Love New York. It's just not worth it, people. It's not. I know crappy TV, I've watched daytime sitcoms, even Reba (shudder). But this is worse than crappy TV. This is worse than anything. Just don't.
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I (sheepish grin) love Colbie Caillat.
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I saw a moon that looked like a paper lantern painted onto the sky this evening and all I could think of was 'seductive as a pregnant whore'. I need to start reading something other than Urf (otherwise I might end up hating MT).
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Athletes are always given benefit of doubt when they fail. Because they're performing under pressure. How come that doesn't work for grad students during examinations? Why should I be able to think under pressure?
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And that, as Porky would have said, is all, folks.
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What some of us think is really difficult/strange/alien is a life'slikethat moment for others. Yes, I am thinking of you, missy and your wonder at being able to chat and watch Ugly Betty at the same time (and you thought I couldn't blog about it!).
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Some women need to have men in their lives. Not just general men. But a special person. Just for them. It's a craving, a dependency. Just like anything else. Some women don't. I honestly can't decide which is weaker but I know which I'd rather be.
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Starting something new is always exciting but also seductive. It makes you ignore the old (sorry, bloggy, y'know I love you) and there is never any excuse for that.
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Cooking is therapy. And I'd have never known it if I hadn't moved away from home. On the other hand, I might not have needed therapy if I hadn't moved away from home. Meh, who are we kidding. I'd have needed therapy anyway!
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However bored you are, however tired, however reluctant to leave the couch, don't watch Tila Tequila or I Love New York. It's just not worth it, people. It's not. I know crappy TV, I've watched daytime sitcoms, even Reba (shudder). But this is worse than crappy TV. This is worse than anything. Just don't.
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I (sheepish grin) love Colbie Caillat.
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I saw a moon that looked like a paper lantern painted onto the sky this evening and all I could think of was 'seductive as a pregnant whore'. I need to start reading something other than Urf (otherwise I might end up hating MT).
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Athletes are always given benefit of doubt when they fail. Because they're performing under pressure. How come that doesn't work for grad students during examinations? Why should I be able to think under pressure?
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And that, as Porky would have said, is all, folks.
Tuesday, May 1
Endpeace
So, having successfully finished Tag Week, shamelessly resting on my laurels, bathed in the gentle glow of fulfillment and satisfaction, some thinking was done (not by me of course, but my stupid brain which doesn't know when to quit).
Y'know those people who tirelessly work towards making this world a better place? Sweat shining on their brows as they give talks in air-conditioned rooms, sipping from a bottle of Evian, explaining how global warming is an awful threat to mankind and the best way of stopping it is to make hungry Mexican farmers hungrier. Or faces frozen into expressions of righteous indignation as they inform us that taking thousands of lives of people who happened to be born on the wrong side of a border is perfectly acceptable, an inevitability in fact, during our march to Save the Earth. Or charmingly candid smiles on their faces as they expound on how people of a certain religion are in fact naturally violent, something in their blood, no doubt caused by all the animal flesh they eat, always a threat to us, the more superior, the more human humans, no? Yeah, those people.
Well, my brain's decided that it's time I joined their ranks. Shoulder to shoulder We shall stand, making Lives More Meaningful, and No, We Are Not Condescending or Superior or Hanything Like That *stares icily through newly acquired monocle at the captive audience (mainly this guy whom she's managed to chain to a chair in the basement of her apartment)*
Getting back to matters that matter, let me recap (Got a tad carried away back there. I don't *really* have a guy chained to a chair in my basement *laughs nervously and wipes sweat away from brow with trembling hands*). As I said, my brain did some thinking and came to the conclusion that this whole tagging funda is not managed properly. We (my brain and I) believe that it lacks umm a certain something. Like, most importantly what do we learn from this tag bijness (we're great believers in learning)? Is it of any use to anyone to know that I'm not upstairs at the moment (unless you're a cat burglar in which case we empathize with your interest but respectfully point out that you don't know where we live anyway and so you couldn't really have needed to know that)? Or that if there was one place I'd like to be it's Rotterdam (I mean, even if I made a successful lab break I'd still not go to Rotterdam cos now I know that all the Feds will be sent there directly, no?)? So, basically we feel that some drastic reforms have to be made. By all you guys. If not now, then when? If not you, then who (never us, of course, that's against our creed)?
So, the thing to do now, in the true spirit of reform is no, not to form a Board (we're the Post Modernist Reformists and we fashionably scorn Boards of any size, shape or kind) but to come up with better tag questions. That'll help us gather vital information.
Like think of this tag, right? The first question is If you could be a spy, which one would you rather be? James Bond or Matahari? Now after this slightly sinister but still zanily funny question we fill in a few random, normal tag questions, like have you ever stood on your head and recited the 9 times tables followed by are you smiling now, things like that. And then, sneakily, we slip in this question, Male?. Now some smartasses will answer with quips or wisecracks (morons, the lot of them) but most people will give you a straight answer because they'll deem it an irrelevant question and quickly move to the next one to be all smartassy about, no? Sykology, people, is a powerful tool. Now, having gathered this information we once more lapse into random tagspeak. And then in a masterstroke, we quickly ask What is your sexual orientation?. Of course none of the taggees will blanch at this or think it too nosey. If it's on your blog, it's private anyway, no? And voila, we now have more than enough material to write up a paper and send it to Social Texts (a very influential journal read by everyone who's In The Know) by simply correlating the fact that people of a specific sex with a specific sexual orientation will always want to be either Bond or Mata. Thereby providing extremely vital information to RAW who now need never worry about gathering Intelligence, monitoring movements, sending counterspies and all that. Pshaw. Those times are past. See how with one master stroke tags can be used as deadly weapons of mass destruction (this of course was found in Saddam's bunker, a hard disk full of completed tags, extremely classified info btw procured from one whole informer)? As soon as RAW realizes that there's a spy on the loose, all they'll have to do is find his/her blog, locate the relevant tag, gather the requisite information and then they'll immediately know whether to look for a man swigging martinis standing next to a black sportscar with impressively funny looking gadgets affixed or a black veiled red-lipsticked cigar smoking Russian accented lady on a train. See how simple it all becomes? And they say espionage is a complicated business. Hah!
Zis is vy hit is said zat life is a lot simpler than ve vere led to beleef.
And now, to work leetle children (and the not-so-leetle ones, like TR's ours is also an Equal-Op blog). Let's see pen to paper, hand to keys, neurons to the forge. Onwards always to more superbly executed learn-from-able tags. Chop chop. *goes back to laurel-resting and glow-bathing, humming Imagine softly to herself in that slightly mad totally eerie fashion (think Anne Wilkes, Misery) that's been in horror vogue since the 70s*
Y'know those people who tirelessly work towards making this world a better place? Sweat shining on their brows as they give talks in air-conditioned rooms, sipping from a bottle of Evian, explaining how global warming is an awful threat to mankind and the best way of stopping it is to make hungry Mexican farmers hungrier. Or faces frozen into expressions of righteous indignation as they inform us that taking thousands of lives of people who happened to be born on the wrong side of a border is perfectly acceptable, an inevitability in fact, during our march to Save the Earth. Or charmingly candid smiles on their faces as they expound on how people of a certain religion are in fact naturally violent, something in their blood, no doubt caused by all the animal flesh they eat, always a threat to us, the more superior, the more human humans, no? Yeah, those people.
Well, my brain's decided that it's time I joined their ranks. Shoulder to shoulder We shall stand, making Lives More Meaningful, and No, We Are Not Condescending or Superior or Hanything Like That *stares icily through newly acquired monocle at the captive audience (mainly this guy whom she's managed to chain to a chair in the basement of her apartment)*
Getting back to matters that matter, let me recap (Got a tad carried away back there. I don't *really* have a guy chained to a chair in my basement *laughs nervously and wipes sweat away from brow with trembling hands*). As I said, my brain did some thinking and came to the conclusion that this whole tagging funda is not managed properly. We (my brain and I) believe that it lacks umm a certain something. Like, most importantly what do we learn from this tag bijness (we're great believers in learning)? Is it of any use to anyone to know that I'm not upstairs at the moment (unless you're a cat burglar in which case we empathize with your interest but respectfully point out that you don't know where we live anyway and so you couldn't really have needed to know that)? Or that if there was one place I'd like to be it's Rotterdam (I mean, even if I made a successful lab break I'd still not go to Rotterdam cos now I know that all the Feds will be sent there directly, no?)? So, basically we feel that some drastic reforms have to be made. By all you guys. If not now, then when? If not you, then who (never us, of course, that's against our creed)?
So, the thing to do now, in the true spirit of reform is no, not to form a Board (we're the Post Modernist Reformists and we fashionably scorn Boards of any size, shape or kind) but to come up with better tag questions. That'll help us gather vital information.
Like think of this tag, right? The first question is If you could be a spy, which one would you rather be? James Bond or Matahari? Now after this slightly sinister but still zanily funny question we fill in a few random, normal tag questions, like have you ever stood on your head and recited the 9 times tables followed by are you smiling now, things like that. And then, sneakily, we slip in this question, Male?. Now some smartasses will answer with quips or wisecracks (morons, the lot of them) but most people will give you a straight answer because they'll deem it an irrelevant question and quickly move to the next one to be all smartassy about, no? Sykology, people, is a powerful tool. Now, having gathered this information we once more lapse into random tagspeak. And then in a masterstroke, we quickly ask What is your sexual orientation?. Of course none of the taggees will blanch at this or think it too nosey. If it's on your blog, it's private anyway, no? And voila, we now have more than enough material to write up a paper and send it to Social Texts (a very influential journal read by everyone who's In The Know) by simply correlating the fact that people of a specific sex with a specific sexual orientation will always want to be either Bond or Mata. Thereby providing extremely vital information to RAW who now need never worry about gathering Intelligence, monitoring movements, sending counterspies and all that. Pshaw. Those times are past. See how with one master stroke tags can be used as deadly weapons of mass destruction (this of course was found in Saddam's bunker, a hard disk full of completed tags, extremely classified info btw procured from one whole informer)? As soon as RAW realizes that there's a spy on the loose, all they'll have to do is find his/her blog, locate the relevant tag, gather the requisite information and then they'll immediately know whether to look for a man swigging martinis standing next to a black sportscar with impressively funny looking gadgets affixed or a black veiled red-lipsticked cigar smoking Russian accented lady on a train. See how simple it all becomes? And they say espionage is a complicated business. Hah!
Zis is vy hit is said zat life is a lot simpler than ve vere led to beleef.
And now, to work leetle children (and the not-so-leetle ones, like TR's ours is also an Equal-Op blog). Let's see pen to paper, hand to keys, neurons to the forge. Onwards always to more superbly executed learn-from-able tags. Chop chop. *goes back to laurel-resting and glow-bathing, humming Imagine softly to herself in that slightly mad totally eerie fashion (think Anne Wilkes, Misery) that's been in horror vogue since the 70s*
Monday, April 30
80 Random Facts About Me
1. I sucked at math. Awfully. What always puzzled me was how zero could have no value. But today I understand completely. Zero has no value, of course. Drop it and it makes no difference to anyone. No? That's what my math teacher (who scared the bejeesus out of me) told us in school anyway. Not that he was a bad guy. Infact, in hind sight I believe he was a misunderstood genius who outta have been in some far better institution instead of stuck in a high school class teaching empty headed giggly girls. Another time, another place and he would have been an inspiring teacher one feels (especially with that habit he had of charging to the front of the class and banging his head against the wall when someone gave him a wrong answer, I still get nightmares where I hear thud! thud! thud! dully in the background. Inspiring no?).
2. I do this thing where when I'm talking to people, I take random phrases from the conversation and assign each letter a finger on my hand, sequentially. Then I see if I can spell out the entire phrase so that it's a multiple of five and uses all the fingers on my hand with no finger left to spare. And then if it doesn't turn out to be a multiple I try to make it a multiple by including/removing the spaces between the words, counting punctuation marks, etc. And then if it still isn't a multiple of five I see if I can modify the phrase slightly by using connectors, operators and all that jazz so that it does become a multiple. It can get quite exhausting sometimes. Also makes me lose huge blobs of conversation in a haze of feverish counting.
3. I think Plato was unnecessarily drastic. Just my opinion. Let's not have a fistfight.
4. I have an aversion to throwing things away. I often virtuously get up a pile of stuff that's just rubbish or that I don't need anymore and then on the point of lowering it into the dumpster, I'm seized by the conviction that I will definitely need all of them or at least some of them at some distant point in the future (like of course that broken heel from that Madden pair will come in handy as a hammer or something surely, and that day when I've just moved into a new house and I don't have a hammer handy and I need to put up my pictures won't I look back on this fateful moment and regret it dreadfully? One has to be provident). So I just cart around all the junk with me, from house to house, country to country. Bleddy nonsense.
5. When I'm driving or even just riding I tote up the numbers on license plates of cars in front of me. I know lots of people do it. But, I have a twist in my tail ;). Ever since I learnt from my infamous math teacher that all multiples of nine have digits that add up to nine, I've been fascinated by the concept. So, I need the numbers to add up to nine. By hook or by crook. Mostly by crook. Very dishtracting it can be! *shakes head at God's folly in foisting one more weird habit on her considering she's already weighted far beyond the average*
6. I can't remember people and names for peanuts. Social occasions involving distant family members always pass by in a blur of having my sister or my mum whisper names and relationships of mamas and mamis as they rapidly approach us. Quite stressful. Break into a cold sweat just thinking about it. It's worse than Board exams. Why does everyone ask you if you remember them? Sometimes, I think they feel somehow validated after they wrack the confession out of you that no, you don't, in fact, remember them. *Sigh*
7. I hate it when people around me feel uncomfortable or awkward. I feel impelled to jump into the breach and somehow make things okay. Uncomfortable social situations reach a new level of uncomfortableness for me cos I feel everyone's uncomfortableness on top of mine. The burdens I have to bear and all that.
8. I'm the most impulsively contradictory person I know. I change my mind in the space of a breath. Not just decisions like what shoes to wear today but major life decisions, or sea changes in opinions that I've held for the longest time. Vairry epiphanic, we are.
The writing finger writes and then pauses to decide whom to finger next. Muahahahaha. I hereby tag the scion of the And-Baffleds (payback! Hah!), Scout (if that tag junkie hasn't done it already) and....and....sheesh I can't think of a third person who deserves a tag. I option the third and shall wreak vengeance at a later date on some unsuspecting soul. Oh wait, wait I've got it...Brown Magic (the one that almost got away). All taggees pliss to do either the original (which was 80 random facts) or my much improved version :).
FINIS
2. I do this thing where when I'm talking to people, I take random phrases from the conversation and assign each letter a finger on my hand, sequentially. Then I see if I can spell out the entire phrase so that it's a multiple of five and uses all the fingers on my hand with no finger left to spare. And then if it doesn't turn out to be a multiple I try to make it a multiple by including/removing the spaces between the words, counting punctuation marks, etc. And then if it still isn't a multiple of five I see if I can modify the phrase slightly by using connectors, operators and all that jazz so that it does become a multiple. It can get quite exhausting sometimes. Also makes me lose huge blobs of conversation in a haze of feverish counting.
3. I think Plato was unnecessarily drastic. Just my opinion. Let's not have a fistfight.
4. I have an aversion to throwing things away. I often virtuously get up a pile of stuff that's just rubbish or that I don't need anymore and then on the point of lowering it into the dumpster, I'm seized by the conviction that I will definitely need all of them or at least some of them at some distant point in the future (like of course that broken heel from that Madden pair will come in handy as a hammer or something surely, and that day when I've just moved into a new house and I don't have a hammer handy and I need to put up my pictures won't I look back on this fateful moment and regret it dreadfully? One has to be provident). So I just cart around all the junk with me, from house to house, country to country. Bleddy nonsense.
5. When I'm driving or even just riding I tote up the numbers on license plates of cars in front of me. I know lots of people do it. But, I have a twist in my tail ;). Ever since I learnt from my infamous math teacher that all multiples of nine have digits that add up to nine, I've been fascinated by the concept. So, I need the numbers to add up to nine. By hook or by crook. Mostly by crook. Very dishtracting it can be! *shakes head at God's folly in foisting one more weird habit on her considering she's already weighted far beyond the average*
6. I can't remember people and names for peanuts. Social occasions involving distant family members always pass by in a blur of having my sister or my mum whisper names and relationships of mamas and mamis as they rapidly approach us. Quite stressful. Break into a cold sweat just thinking about it. It's worse than Board exams. Why does everyone ask you if you remember them? Sometimes, I think they feel somehow validated after they wrack the confession out of you that no, you don't, in fact, remember them. *Sigh*
7. I hate it when people around me feel uncomfortable or awkward. I feel impelled to jump into the breach and somehow make things okay. Uncomfortable social situations reach a new level of uncomfortableness for me cos I feel everyone's uncomfortableness on top of mine. The burdens I have to bear and all that.
8. I'm the most impulsively contradictory person I know. I change my mind in the space of a breath. Not just decisions like what shoes to wear today but major life decisions, or sea changes in opinions that I've held for the longest time. Vairry epiphanic, we are.
The writing finger writes and then pauses to decide whom to finger next. Muahahahaha. I hereby tag the scion of the And-Baffleds (payback! Hah!), Scout (if that tag junkie hasn't done it already) and....and....sheesh I can't think of a third person who deserves a tag. I option the third and shall wreak vengeance at a later date on some unsuspecting soul. Oh wait, wait I've got it...Brown Magic (the one that almost got away). All taggees pliss to do either the original (which was 80 random facts) or my much improved version :).
FINIS
Sunday, April 29
More Unanswered Questions that Could (or Could Not) Turn your Blood Cold
61. WHAT KIND OF JELLY DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PB & J?:
Hate PBnJ. With a passion.
62. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?:
Can I play in the pool, yeah.
63. CAN YOU SWIM?
Haha. Already answered that one. Kinda. Subliminally.
64. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Hmmmmmm. This question needs some consideration. It depends on the occasion. But all time is BnJ's New York Super Fudge Chunk. Whoo hooo.
65. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?
Nuh uh. Don't trust those things.
66. TELL ME A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOURSELF:
I have green skin and two knobbly antennae things on my head and also those fingers that end in those frog-type suckery pads. Did I give too much away? :O
68. EVER ATTEND A THEME PARTY?:
Yup, yup.
69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
Fall.
70. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?
Why would I laugh at that song? It's a perfectly good song! *worried frown furrows her brow at her apparent ignorance of the humor behind the song unless they mean Nicole Kidman attempt at singing*
71. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING ?
Half past 11. Actually got out of bed only a while later though.
72. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?
Scarves. Whooo hooo.
73. LAST TIME A COP GAVE YOU A TICKET?:
Six months back. God bless his soul.
75. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?:
Sandy.
76. DO YOU THINK PIRATES ARE COOL OR OVERRATED?:
I dunno. But it must be hard being one.
77. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND??
Well, it's not even Monday yet. So I only have a nebulous idea of proceedings. But, concert on Friday, out with friends probably Saturday. And some time spent at work. Nothing concrete known about it yet. All shrouded in mystery and all. Yippee. :)
78. BIRTHDATE?:
Sinister question. One does not answer sinister questions.
79. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE:
A bus driver.
85. ARE YOU ON A LAPTOP?:
Nope, not on one. Why would I be on one? I use one, yesh.
87. ARE YOU SMILING?:
Nope, not at all. The last question annoyed me.
89. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW:
Nope.
90. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD YOU GO?
Rotterdam.
92. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?:
Hahaha. I wish! No, actually I don't.
93. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?:
Tsk. No, I don't have a crush. It's not like a pair of shoes or a Tylenol!
94. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME?
Mine.
95. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR SWIMMING SUIT?
Which one?
96. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?:
Yesh, yesh. How did you guess? You have a promising future in the Indian astrological circuit, one feels.
97. DID YOU GO ON VACATION LAST MONTH?:
Nope. Not a vacation in sight. Until next month. Whooo hooo.
98. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A CRUISE?:
Nope. Not eighty five.
99. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?
Don't we all (I've always wanted to answer that for a random question, so this is one lifelong ambition fulfilled).
100. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?:
Nope.
101. ARE YOU IN LOVE?:
Yes. With MSS. (I've also always wanted to answer questions cryptically leaving noone with a very clear idea of what exactly I mean, so scratch two off the list).
102. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?
Yesh. But let's not talk about it.
103. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?
Many anyones.
104. WHO IS IT?
Dang it! Thought I'd neatly avoided answering this one.
105. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS?
Snap at the next person who dares ask me a question.
Having finished this one, I hasten to inform everyone that there is only one more left. I now curse the impulse that prompted me to grandly declare a Tagathon. Let this be a lesson to all you young kids out there. Don't announce tagathons. Ever. EVER! Also, I really don't want to get a rep as a sadistic, evil hearted bitch, so I'm optional tagging people. Szerelem, Sunshine and BM are hereby OTed. So only if you want to, you guys (and I'd advice you to not do it, it fills you with an intense desire to throw something at your lappy screen). *disappears for a well-deserved rest, satisfied in having done her bit towards saving the world*
Hate PBnJ. With a passion.
62. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?:
Can I play in the pool, yeah.
63. CAN YOU SWIM?
Haha. Already answered that one. Kinda. Subliminally.
64. FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Hmmmmmm. This question needs some consideration. It depends on the occasion. But all time is BnJ's New York Super Fudge Chunk. Whoo hooo.
65. DO YOU LIKE MAPS?
Nuh uh. Don't trust those things.
66. TELL ME A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOURSELF:
I have green skin and two knobbly antennae things on my head and also those fingers that end in those frog-type suckery pads. Did I give too much away? :O
68. EVER ATTEND A THEME PARTY?:
Yup, yup.
69. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
Fall.
70. LAST TIME YOU LAUGHED AT SOMETHING STUPID?
Why would I laugh at that song? It's a perfectly good song! *worried frown furrows her brow at her apparent ignorance of the humor behind the song unless they mean Nicole Kidman attempt at singing*
71. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING ?
Half past 11. Actually got out of bed only a while later though.
72. BEST THING ABOUT WINTER?
Scarves. Whooo hooo.
73. LAST TIME A COP GAVE YOU A TICKET?:
Six months back. God bless his soul.
75. NAME OF YOUR FIRST PET?:
Sandy.
76. DO YOU THINK PIRATES ARE COOL OR OVERRATED?:
I dunno. But it must be hard being one.
77. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND??
Well, it's not even Monday yet. So I only have a nebulous idea of proceedings. But, concert on Friday, out with friends probably Saturday. And some time spent at work. Nothing concrete known about it yet. All shrouded in mystery and all. Yippee. :)
78. BIRTHDATE?:
Sinister question. One does not answer sinister questions.
79. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE:
A bus driver.
85. ARE YOU ON A LAPTOP?:
Nope, not on one. Why would I be on one? I use one, yesh.
87. ARE YOU SMILING?:
Nope, not at all. The last question annoyed me.
89. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW:
Nope.
90. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD WHERE WOULD YOU GO?
Rotterdam.
92. ARE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL?:
Hahaha. I wish! No, actually I don't.
93. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?:
Tsk. No, I don't have a crush. It's not like a pair of shoes or a Tylenol!
94. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME?
Mine.
95. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR SWIMMING SUIT?
Which one?
96. DOES YOUR SCHOOL START IN AUGUST?:
Yesh, yesh. How did you guess? You have a promising future in the Indian astrological circuit, one feels.
97. DID YOU GO ON VACATION LAST MONTH?:
Nope. Not a vacation in sight. Until next month. Whooo hooo.
98. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A CRUISE?:
Nope. Not eighty five.
99. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?
Don't we all (I've always wanted to answer that for a random question, so this is one lifelong ambition fulfilled).
100. ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?:
Nope.
101. ARE YOU IN LOVE?:
Yes. With MSS. (I've also always wanted to answer questions cryptically leaving noone with a very clear idea of what exactly I mean, so scratch two off the list).
102. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN THE HOSPITAL?
Yesh. But let's not talk about it.
103. DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?
Many anyones.
104. WHO IS IT?
Dang it! Thought I'd neatly avoided answering this one.
105. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER THIS?
Snap at the next person who dares ask me a question.
Having finished this one, I hasten to inform everyone that there is only one more left. I now curse the impulse that prompted me to grandly declare a Tagathon. Let this be a lesson to all you young kids out there. Don't announce tagathons. Ever. EVER! Also, I really don't want to get a rep as a sadistic, evil hearted bitch, so I'm optional tagging people. Szerelem, Sunshine and BM are hereby OTed. So only if you want to, you guys (and I'd advice you to not do it, it fills you with an intense desire to throw something at your lappy screen). *disappears for a well-deserved rest, satisfied in having done her bit towards saving the world*
Wednesday, April 25
Facts About Me You Never Thought You'd Know
1. EVER BEEN GIVEN AN ENGAGEMENT RING?
To hold? Yes :D. Mighty shiny it was. Had an irresistible urge to slip it on my finger and then pretend I'd lost it. But all to no avail cos of my freakishly small fingers onto which nothing normal-sized fits! Tch.
2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?
Twenty four years this December.
3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?
Hmmm. Ready-to-eat Pasta sauce (do I have cool friends or what? :D).
4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?
Hahahaha. Ever not dropped a cell phone is the question to ask. And the answer to that is no, I have a spotless record.
5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?
Ugh! Bad question! No donut for you.
6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?
Shoes (*sigh* I think it would be best to marry the CEO of DSW, currently trying to unearth him/her), clothes, chocolate (3 bucks for a bar, it's daylight robbery!), alcohol, ciggies (damn those things! You'd think they'd make death tubes cheap, wouldn't you?)
7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?
Umm lemme think. Cashewnuts for lunch :D.
8. FIRST THINGS YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Ass, of course! And then, the drink in his hand. You can find out everything you need to know about him from these two things. Trust me *nods head wisely*
9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?
Oh no oh no oh no. Can't answer this one. As someone told me recently, I opened the door to that one a crack and then had to shut it on the avalanche :D.
10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
Mostly, in my head. Sometimes outside of it. The outside bits are shockers.
11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:
What made you think I attended high school? Was it my sophisticated, cultured, upper-middle class British accent? Cos that's just fake.
12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:
Cingular (morons! service with the lowest dropped calls, my foot!)
13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:
Elementary, m'dear Tag-maker! Disney.
14. LONGEST JOB YOU HAD:
By job, we mean? Cos based on my definition of job, I can think of any number, including watching pots boil while attempting to cook, trying to update my lab book after two months of just letting it slide, cleaning my room, endless list see?
15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?
Umm no. Not even one douse.
16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?
Yesh, yesh. We are much in demand for the prank call service. We excels at it.
17. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED:
My best friend's sister's. Oh wait! Was that a wedding? I can't remember. I think there was a groom around somewhere but I'm unable to confirm it (there was Scotch though, so maybe it wasn't a wedding?).
18. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY:
Tsk! Don't be stupid. Wouldn't call anyone. My precioussssssss.
19. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Hmm. Technically I don't have one best friend. I'm gonna say four months ago was the last time I saw any of my best friends.
20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT
Don't do fast food.
21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:
It's gonna be okay.
23. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?
Absurd. I don't know.
24. CAN YOU COOK?
Hahaha. If Yan can cook.
25. WHAT CAR DO YOU DRIVE?:
Toyota. Whoo hoooo.
26. BEST KISSER?
Me, definitely.
27. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:
Hmmm. Dunno. I cry easy. Bits of Luce's In Spite of the Gods made me almost cry! Go figure.
28. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:
McD's fries. Ewwwwwwww.
29. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
Like everything equally well. We don't believe in fear or favor.
30. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
Tsk. What's not to like? I rock.
32. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A JOB?:
16 hours. I don't remember the last couple of hours. But somehow I made it to bed cos I woke up in it (my bed, I mean).
33. FAVORITE MOVIE?
Uh oh. This is really like my closet at home. I can't afford to keep opening it up and have years of accumulated stuff fall on my head.
34. CAN YOU SING?
Awesomely well. Anyone who's heard me murdering songs in my car or in the shower will attest to this fact.
35. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED?
Snow Patrol.
36. LAST KISS?
No, no. At least I hope not. I have miles to lay before I sleep, surely?
37. LAST MOVIE RENTED:
Blue.
38. THINGS YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT?
Keys, cell phone, gloss, in theory. In practice there's nothing I haven't left the house without.
39. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT:
Hypothetically (since I've never been there but I've always wanted to and I *know* I'll positively adore it), Rotterdam. Ever since I heard it.
43. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?:
Lappy.
44. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?:
My sis. She's the funniest person ever :).
45. DO YOU SMOKE?
You can make me answer a 100 irrelevant questions about myself, and you can make me force innocent people to read my answers but you cannot make me lie. Hah!
46. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?
Depends on the weather. Because of this fan-phobia I have, I have to keep my fan running at a specific speed because my bed is positioned such that at that speed even if the fan breaks and falls down it won't fall on me :D. Precise calculations (based on angle of bed to fan, direction of blade rotation, velocity of blade speed and torque) that can't be upset, y'know? So, since I can't adjust the fan I simply adjust my clothes. Simple :)
47. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?
Of late heh heh's ghastly reptilian sheep. Sigh.
48. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?:
Nuh uh! Are you fucking kidding me?
49. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE?
Once, just once. Was plenty.
50. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?
French toast if the thing *has* to be done. Ghastly waste of bread, milk and eggs if you ask me though.
51. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?:
Better than I like headaches, si.
52 HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Umm inside my ovary where they belong?
53. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?:
Astrology, as in horoscopes? Why? Did my mum send you? Is that a horoscope you're hiding behind your back? *looks around suspiciously for lurking horoscope-holding mum*
54. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?:
Hmmm. Girl friend. One of the best :D.
55. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?:
A guy I know. Or atleast think I do.
56. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?:
"Revealed, you rock. Life without you is like a desert with no oasis in sight. Let's please go out tonight and drink the seconds away. Together. For the rest of our lives."
And then there's the truth and all.
"so did you finish the tissue culture?"
You get to pick. Don't ever say I'm not good to you guys.
58. NUMBER OF PILLOWS?:
3. Minimum.
59. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:
Shorts, tank top.
60. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC:
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All those voices
I hear in my mind
This tag is really, really, really long and I find I cannot complete it herein! So: to be continued shortly. Pliss to not go away, or even if you do to come back. At decent hours. Or indecent hours. We likes indecent hours.
To hold? Yes :D. Mighty shiny it was. Had an irresistible urge to slip it on my finger and then pretend I'd lost it. But all to no avail cos of my freakishly small fingers onto which nothing normal-sized fits! Tch.
2. LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?
Twenty four years this December.
3. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?
Hmmm. Ready-to-eat Pasta sauce (do I have cool friends or what? :D).
4. EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?
Hahahaha. Ever not dropped a cell phone is the question to ask. And the answer to that is no, I have a spotless record.
5. WHEN'S THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?
Ugh! Bad question! No donut for you.
6. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?
Shoes (*sigh* I think it would be best to marry the CEO of DSW, currently trying to unearth him/her), clothes, chocolate (3 bucks for a bar, it's daylight robbery!), alcohol, ciggies (damn those things! You'd think they'd make death tubes cheap, wouldn't you?)
7. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?
Umm lemme think. Cashewnuts for lunch :D.
8. FIRST THINGS YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Ass, of course! And then, the drink in his hand. You can find out everything you need to know about him from these two things. Trust me *nods head wisely*
9. ONE FAVORITE SONG?
Oh no oh no oh no. Can't answer this one. As someone told me recently, I opened the door to that one a crack and then had to shut it on the avalanche :D.
10. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
Mostly, in my head. Sometimes outside of it. The outside bits are shockers.
11. HIGH SCHOOL YOU ATTENDED:
What made you think I attended high school? Was it my sophisticated, cultured, upper-middle class British accent? Cos that's just fake.
12. CELL PHONE SERVICE PROVIDER:
Cingular (morons! service with the lowest dropped calls, my foot!)
13. FAVORITE MALL STORE:
Elementary, m'dear Tag-maker! Disney.
14. LONGEST JOB YOU HAD:
By job, we mean? Cos based on my definition of job, I can think of any number, including watching pots boil while attempting to cook, trying to update my lab book after two months of just letting it slide, cleaning my room, endless list see?
15. DO YOU OWN A PAIR OF DICE?
Umm no. Not even one douse.
16. DO YOU PRANK CALL PEOPLE?
Yesh, yesh. We are much in demand for the prank call service. We excels at it.
17. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED:
My best friend's sister's. Oh wait! Was that a wedding? I can't remember. I think there was a groom around somewhere but I'm unable to confirm it (there was Scotch though, so maybe it wasn't a wedding?).
18. FIRST FRIEND YOU'D CALL IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY:
Tsk! Don't be stupid. Wouldn't call anyone. My precioussssssss.
19. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Hmm. Technically I don't have one best friend. I'm gonna say four months ago was the last time I saw any of my best friends.
20. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT
Don't do fast food.
21. BIGGEST LIE YOU HAVE EVER HEARD:
It's gonna be okay.
23. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?
Absurd. I don't know.
24. CAN YOU COOK?
Hahaha. If Yan can cook.
25. WHAT CAR DO YOU DRIVE?:
Toyota. Whoo hoooo.
26. BEST KISSER?
Me, definitely.
27. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:
Hmmm. Dunno. I cry easy. Bits of Luce's In Spite of the Gods made me almost cry! Go figure.
28. MOST DISLIKED FOODS:
McD's fries. Ewwwwwwww.
29. THING YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
Like everything equally well. We don't believe in fear or favor.
30. THING YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
Tsk. What's not to like? I rock.
32. LONGEST SHIFT YOU HAVE WORKED AT A JOB?:
16 hours. I don't remember the last couple of hours. But somehow I made it to bed cos I woke up in it (my bed, I mean).
33. FAVORITE MOVIE?
Uh oh. This is really like my closet at home. I can't afford to keep opening it up and have years of accumulated stuff fall on my head.
34. CAN YOU SING?
Awesomely well. Anyone who's heard me murdering songs in my car or in the shower will attest to this fact.
35. LAST CONCERT ATTENDED?
Snow Patrol.
36. LAST KISS?
No, no. At least I hope not. I have miles to lay before I sleep, surely?
37. LAST MOVIE RENTED:
Blue.
38. THINGS YOU NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT?
Keys, cell phone, gloss, in theory. In practice there's nothing I haven't left the house without.
39. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT:
Hypothetically (since I've never been there but I've always wanted to and I *know* I'll positively adore it), Rotterdam. Ever since I heard it.
43. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?:
Lappy.
44. FAVORITE COMEDIAN?:
My sis. She's the funniest person ever :).
45. DO YOU SMOKE?
You can make me answer a 100 irrelevant questions about myself, and you can make me force innocent people to read my answers but you cannot make me lie. Hah!
46. SLEEP WITH OR WITHOUT CLOTHES?
Depends on the weather. Because of this fan-phobia I have, I have to keep my fan running at a specific speed because my bed is positioned such that at that speed even if the fan breaks and falls down it won't fall on me :D. Precise calculations (based on angle of bed to fan, direction of blade rotation, velocity of blade speed and torque) that can't be upset, y'know? So, since I can't adjust the fan I simply adjust my clothes. Simple :)
47. WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU EVERY NIGHT?
Of late heh heh's ghastly reptilian sheep. Sigh.
48. DO LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS WORK?:
Nuh uh! Are you fucking kidding me?
49. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER BY THE POLICE?
Once, just once. Was plenty.
50. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?
French toast if the thing *has* to be done. Ghastly waste of bread, milk and eggs if you ask me though.
51. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?:
Better than I like headaches, si.
52 HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Umm inside my ovary where they belong?
53. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY?:
Astrology, as in horoscopes? Why? Did my mum send you? Is that a horoscope you're hiding behind your back? *looks around suspiciously for lurking horoscope-holding mum*
54. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?:
Hmmm. Girl friend. One of the best :D.
55. LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?:
A guy I know. Or atleast think I do.
56. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?:
"Revealed, you rock. Life without you is like a desert with no oasis in sight. Let's please go out tonight and drink the seconds away. Together. For the rest of our lives."
And then there's the truth and all.
"so did you finish the tissue culture?"
You get to pick. Don't ever say I'm not good to you guys.
58. NUMBER OF PILLOWS?:
3. Minimum.
59. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?:
Shorts, tank top.
60. PICK A LYRIC, ANY LYRIC:
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All those voices
I hear in my mind
This tag is really, really, really long and I find I cannot complete it herein! So: to be continued shortly. Pliss to not go away, or even if you do to come back. At decent hours. Or indecent hours. We likes indecent hours.
Tagathon
The And-baffleds are a proud race and apt to take exception to imagined slights. So, considering it most politic to dis-slight them, I've decided to tag along (hehehe, I can be so funny, no?). Along the way, I've apparently picked up a few tags (she being the main culprit) and never gotten around to doing them. So, I'm officially declaring this Tag Week. No tag will be too boring or too long. None shall be slighted while there is still breath in these lungs and nerves in these hands *points to an unsettling pair of lungs and hands hovering in the air next to her*. Also, in other news I'm officially declaring war on shrink wrap. Anyone wishing to enroll on my side (which is also the side of the righteous and the just), pliss to leave comment delineating hatred of shrink wrap of all sizes, shapes and colors.
1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.
Hah. From the mists of my early childhood comes this gory tale of sibling rivalry and bloodshed (also villainy). I have a ridge on my skull. Thanks to my evil sister who made me hang onto one end of a dupatta while she was holding the other and insisted I tug on my end with all my might. She said it was a game! Tch. And while I was pulling with all my might, she, that sadistic Hitleresque sharer of my genes let go of hers, casually, I might add. We all know how this story ends. I went spinning to the floor tragically and cracked my skull on the clawed foot of an incidental table (may all incidental tables form the firewood of Hell). The sheer evilness of my sister (flesh of my flesh) does not end there. She then insisted that I not make a sound or shed a tear even as blood seeped sinisterly from my skull. Banquo had nothing on me, I tell you. And my mum comes into the room to ask what the commotion is all about. I'm sitting on the floor pathetically holding my aching skull in tender hands while blood ekes a miserable trail down my head and my mum looking shocked and horrified asks me what happened. And my sister (if you can call her such) stands at her shoulder mouthing dire threats at me if I so much as dared make a peep. Sigh. Such was my childhood.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
Which room? The one here has a CnH comic strip, three hand painted masterpieces given me by various kids who've visited the lab (mainly kids of my boss and the other people working here), a double digest table, a DNA ladder chart, various post-its in various hues commanding, pleading, adjuring me to do various tasks (75% of which I have not, I'm sure) and a diagrammatic representation of my pet theory (ewwww geek!!!!) :D.
The one at home has a postcard sized poster of a painting of downtown with fireworks and all (very pretty, unknow artist, cut out from a promo mail describing the beauty that is this city), a coupla sketches by my sis (she's an awesome artist - though she insists on making sketches of her and me, in which invariably I look awful and she looks beautiful), and yeah I blush to say this but an Indian flag (I promise there is a story behind this that'll make it sound reasonable).
3. What does your phone look like?
It looks beeeyooootiful :D. Razr, pink (and I dare anyone to say *anything* about my choice of color, unless it's something nice 'course).
4. What music do you listen to?
Anything! Absolutely anything! You play, I'll listen :). What sorta question is that anyway?
5. What is your current desktop picture?
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Sleep. Please. Oh, and world peace *hand wave beauty queen style*.
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Tsk. How can one believe in gay marriage? That's like asking if I believe in sand.
8. What time were you born?
About time, one feels.
9. Are your parents still together?
Umm still together is an ambiguity, no? I mean how dya know they were together in the first place and second placedly what does together mean? I plead ambiguity.
10. What are you listening to?
Creep in one ear and the sounds of this other chap in lab washing out test tubes at the sink while maintaining a yelling conversation with me regarding how I hoard lab equipment (which I don't!) in the other.
11. Do you get scared of the dark?
Only the creepy dark. The nice dark I totally adore.
12. The last person to make you cry?
Me, me. It's always me.
13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
Kenneth Cole's Reaction for men, Zinzibar (The Body Shop) for me.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Depends on the person. If I like him, his hair/eye colour will be the exact ones I like :D.
15. Do you like painkillers?
Well, if I was introduced, maybe. One doesn't want to trash people one has never met. One is very polite (and yes yes by one I mean the lady standing over my shoulder reading this).
16. Are you too shy to ask out someone?
Dunno. Never had to find out. Some day, maybe?
17. Fave pizza topping?
Not so much a pizza person. Like the ones at home with paneer in them. Sigh. So near but yet so far.
18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Ask me if I could drink anything right now, what would it be and I'll have some good answers :D.
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
Jeez. Can't remember. I don't normally make people mad. Spreader of sunshine and good cheer and all that. Oh wait, wait lab chappie grumbling about me hoarding stuff can be him being made mad? Cos then, it's that.
20. Is anyone in love with you?
What a question to ask a married mother of three!
Tune in again for further facts about me that you never wanted to know which will be faithfully and randomly updated herein. Also, I tag heh heh, double tag tr and tag/doubletag *anyone* who skipped *any* part of this fascinating post.
1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.
Hah. From the mists of my early childhood comes this gory tale of sibling rivalry and bloodshed (also villainy). I have a ridge on my skull. Thanks to my evil sister who made me hang onto one end of a dupatta while she was holding the other and insisted I tug on my end with all my might. She said it was a game! Tch. And while I was pulling with all my might, she, that sadistic Hitleresque sharer of my genes let go of hers, casually, I might add. We all know how this story ends. I went spinning to the floor tragically and cracked my skull on the clawed foot of an incidental table (may all incidental tables form the firewood of Hell). The sheer evilness of my sister (flesh of my flesh) does not end there. She then insisted that I not make a sound or shed a tear even as blood seeped sinisterly from my skull. Banquo had nothing on me, I tell you. And my mum comes into the room to ask what the commotion is all about. I'm sitting on the floor pathetically holding my aching skull in tender hands while blood ekes a miserable trail down my head and my mum looking shocked and horrified asks me what happened. And my sister (if you can call her such) stands at her shoulder mouthing dire threats at me if I so much as dared make a peep. Sigh. Such was my childhood.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
Which room? The one here has a CnH comic strip, three hand painted masterpieces given me by various kids who've visited the lab (mainly kids of my boss and the other people working here), a double digest table, a DNA ladder chart, various post-its in various hues commanding, pleading, adjuring me to do various tasks (75% of which I have not, I'm sure) and a diagrammatic representation of my pet theory (ewwww geek!!!!) :D.
The one at home has a postcard sized poster of a painting of downtown with fireworks and all (very pretty, unknow artist, cut out from a promo mail describing the beauty that is this city), a coupla sketches by my sis (she's an awesome artist - though she insists on making sketches of her and me, in which invariably I look awful and she looks beautiful), and yeah I blush to say this but an Indian flag (I promise there is a story behind this that'll make it sound reasonable).
3. What does your phone look like?
It looks beeeyooootiful :D. Razr, pink (and I dare anyone to say *anything* about my choice of color, unless it's something nice 'course).
4. What music do you listen to?
Anything! Absolutely anything! You play, I'll listen :). What sorta question is that anyway?
5. What is your current desktop picture?
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Sleep. Please. Oh, and world peace *hand wave beauty queen style*.
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Tsk. How can one believe in gay marriage? That's like asking if I believe in sand.
8. What time were you born?
About time, one feels.
9. Are your parents still together?
Umm still together is an ambiguity, no? I mean how dya know they were together in the first place and second placedly what does together mean? I plead ambiguity.
10. What are you listening to?
Creep in one ear and the sounds of this other chap in lab washing out test tubes at the sink while maintaining a yelling conversation with me regarding how I hoard lab equipment (which I don't!) in the other.
11. Do you get scared of the dark?
Only the creepy dark. The nice dark I totally adore.
12. The last person to make you cry?
Me, me. It's always me.
13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
Kenneth Cole's Reaction for men, Zinzibar (The Body Shop) for me.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Depends on the person. If I like him, his hair/eye colour will be the exact ones I like :D.
15. Do you like painkillers?
Well, if I was introduced, maybe. One doesn't want to trash people one has never met. One is very polite (and yes yes by one I mean the lady standing over my shoulder reading this).
16. Are you too shy to ask out someone?
Dunno. Never had to find out. Some day, maybe?
17. Fave pizza topping?
Not so much a pizza person. Like the ones at home with paneer in them. Sigh. So near but yet so far.
18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Ask me if I could drink anything right now, what would it be and I'll have some good answers :D.
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
Jeez. Can't remember. I don't normally make people mad. Spreader of sunshine and good cheer and all that. Oh wait, wait lab chappie grumbling about me hoarding stuff can be him being made mad? Cos then, it's that.
20. Is anyone in love with you?
What a question to ask a married mother of three!
Tune in again for further facts about me that you never wanted to know which will be faithfully and randomly updated herein. Also, I tag heh heh, double tag tr and tag/doubletag *anyone* who skipped *any* part of this fascinating post.
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