32 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME

Saali main toh blogger ban gayin. Blogger ban ke kaisi tan gayi.

Oh! You guys are here! Ahem Ahem!

Hello my fellow bloggers, and my lovely faithful followers. Yes, you THREE. The rest of you are going to die if you don't follow me soon. How be youuuu?

So, since this hasn't been done in a very long time, and most of the people out there are bored of writing a thousand facts about themselves, I thought why not do this? I'm new, this is my blog, and therefore I am entitled to write interesting boring stuffs about myself. So here goes.

            1.    I am a sucker for love stories.

                     Proof: I watch Hindi T.V serials. Yes, I am crazy. No, I am not                                an middle aged housewife.

            2.    Creeping, crawling creatures scare me.

            3.    I wait for the other person to text me first. ALWAYS. Even if my brain goes, “Text ALREADY!!”

            4.    I was once ostracized by the girls of my class *YES! ALL of them.* and they didn’t talk to me for over a month. My crime was that I didn’t do what the ‘leading lady’ asked me to, rolled my eyes at her and then refused to say sorry. I was 10.

            5.    I can’t sleep unless the doors and almirah are closed.

            6.    I am afraid of heights. I’d rather eat dirt than stand on the edge of anything high.

            7.    I find it hard to say NO. Especially to the people I care about.

            8.    Bad hair days make me cranky.

9.      I love surprises. Who doesn’t? so, if you want to surprise me by increasing the number of my followers from two to a hundred overnight, I don’t mind.

10.I am a clutz. I have the unique ability of tripping on flat surfaces and bumping into the corners of hairdressers, bed-sides, drawers, tables etc.

11.I hate winters with the fury of a mad Spartan. All  that bundling up under numerous layers of clothing. Aargh!

12.I love water kingdoms.

13.I survive on songs. I go to sleep with songs. Songs help me live.

14.Eating is one of the reasons I live. Someone somewhere created us with taste buds and a sensitive palate for a reason. If you don’t enjoy eating food, WHAT are you doing?

15.I don’t like my weaknesses exposed. If I’m hurt and sad, I lash out at people, I get angry.

16.Money doesn’t normally like to stay in my hands. If I’ve got ’em, I HAVE to spend ’em.

17.I am extremely lazy.

Proof: I’d rather stay hungry, than get up and make something for myself.

18.I am jealous and possessive. Try to take my best friend away and, You. Are. Dead.

19.There are two kinds of people. One who keep chasing after the storm after everything is over. Second, who realize the futility of the action and stop. I’m the former kind.

20.I hate it when people make wrong assumptions about you and then they don’t even have the guts to speak it to your face. I hate it when people change. I hate it when I am the only one who cares. At least if they came face to face you could break their nose.

21.I can survive without food for days, provided you give me a box of novels and my favorite movies.

22.I have this stupid habit of speaking too much when I feel guilty. I go on yapping about the most insignificant of things until I feel they have no reason to suspect me.

23.I love my mom and brother. Without them, I wouldn’t be what I am, where I am.

24.Best friends make life a better place. You can be in the worst of moods, and talking to him/her can cheer you up, make you believe in a better world.

25.A bad situation always seems worse on the day it happened. After a night’s sleep, perspective changes.

26.I don’t understand that doing something is a mistake until I fall flat on my face.

27.I never look into the mirror when wake up at night to get water.

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Oh! You are looking at me. Your own face staring at you with an evil smile is scary, okay.

28.I hate cleaning up. Mess doesn’t bother me at all.

29.I get really hungry when I’m PMS’ing.

30.I make mistakes, and create a helluva more shit trying to clear up the mess.

31. I spend hours creating my own hairstyles in the washroom. my mom often wonders about the existence of of a secret boyfriend.

32. DAMON SALVATORE. Enough said.

P.S.: My heartiest thanks to my awesome followers.

P.P.S.: CD rocks. GO READ HER PEOPLE.

P.P.P.S: I like the idea of 32 points. Somehow it sounds odd, and very me.

THE START OF SOMETHING NEW

"All glory comes from daring to begin."
~Eugene F. Ware~

Beginnings... Beginnings are associated with so much anticipations, expectations, the jitters, the butterflies. The first day at school, college, a new job. There are a lot of  pre-conceived notions in our mind about the start of something new. the start of a new relationship, a new friendship, or in my case the start of a new blog. So many expectations to live up to. The need of being appreciated, wanted. to make that 'first impression'. Though I've experienced that first impression is definitely NOT the last impression. People, opinions and situations change all the time.

I had so many thoughts and ideas about my first blog. "I dont have the bathroom humor like Kalpak, no anonymity and mysteriousness of Red, I am not the cute fashionista like Polo, neither have I the randomness of PeeVee, nor the wit and popularity of Spiff." I thought to myself. The only thing to my credit is I have the madness of CD.

So many questions, so many ideas. Should I be philosophical and serious? Or witty and funny? Or maybe sarcastic and cynical? So many personalities, so many ways I could project myself out. But then I thought. What the heck? Stop thinking and start writing. Let that pen flow and the mind do its work. "What's the worst that could happen?," I asked myself.

*Dear mind,

 That was a rhetorical question. I didn't actually want you to trace out all the possibilities. But thanks anyways.*

I would be laughed at? Happened before.

Criticised? So what?! Practice makes ... * well not perfect. but whatever it is that practice makes I'll tell you when i know myself.*

no one would read it? Maybe not.

So here I am, with a first post, neither witty nor funny, but a first post nevertheless.

P.S.: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!  MY FIRST POST. It happened. It's FINALLY happened.

It's poing to be LEGEN- don't wait for it coz you know what the next word's going to be-DARY. LEGENDARY!!

P.P.S.: See? I am so clever. I tagged all the celebrities of the blog world so that they have to come and read AND comment too. Just out of politeness.

P.P.P.S.: If you don't follow me, I'll KILL you.

Please Please Please, leave me a comment. (^_^)

P.P.P.P.S.: This is a P.P.P.P.S. just to tell you that I have so many P.P.P.P.S.'s.

*Dont thank me. I'm awesome that way. ( '.')

P.P.P.P.P.S.: Okay this is the last one. Promise. * Puppy Dog Face *

If you keep visiting I might just tell you how to be awesome like me.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S.: WHAT are you looking at ?  Did I say I was Harishchandra? Now SHOO!! Go away!! Don't you have anything else to do than read all these post-scripts.

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