Here I Go...

Here I was.Last month.All ready and determined to blog.
Here I am.Now.Suddenly remembering the space I created to venture out.

The weirdo sleeping beauty woke up one morning and woke me up declaring I'm tagged.

So here it is. 8 weird / arbit things about myself.

1.I can fall in love with anything and be addicted (Sigh!)
The latest of them being Gokarna.The addiction to the violent beach, feeling my bare feet in the sand, glowing moon, starlit sky, simple and sensous resort, cheap and lovely food( "the best"says my taste buds), tribal and foreign people, gorgeous hills, tiring trekking filled with surprises and the fresh air was so much that I travelled to Gokarna twice last month and spend my weekends there. The 12 hrs journey did not bother me. And ya...going again this weekend.

That is me and DI. No...the dogs are not mine.

2. I cant socialise without music.
I cannot enjoy weekends, drinks or food without music. Last weekend I even fought at a place in Jayanagar.Few of us from office met for a drink and there was hardly any volume to whatever music they were playing.Half of the time I was trying to keep my friends maintain silence to figure out what they were playing and convincing the tender to play some good music in good volume. I ended up all cranky and noisy.

3.I cant write :(
I talk and write. My writing is just the way I talk. So at work I'm forced to run to a friend for editing. This is a major problem while I work on documents and presentations. I had spend sleepless nights worrying about the same.

4. I need a daily or weekly dose of attention and pampering.
I love getting pampered and if somebody can give me attention during crisis I'm the happiest. Since I'm struck with financial/emotional/interpersonal/food crisis every week I always look forward to few of my close friends for some attention. This includes agreeing with whatever I say and want to do (even if I'm wrong), convincing me everything will be alright, dine out, ice cream/chocolate, long ride/drive and finally a biggggg hug.

5. I have a bend little finger.
My right hand little finger is bend. Bend in the sense, I cant hold it straight. Thank god its tough to notice.! Only in 6th standard I noticed this funny thing and when I informed my mom she was shocked . Nobody knows if I'm born with it :(. And I keep running around when somebody asks my hand for a dance or try checking my nails.When my friends from college found this out, it became a part (swears n threats) of our daily conversation. It was never good...

"You are crooked like her little finger"

And one fine afternoon when A shouted angrily at me

" You speak a word more and I'm going to make your little finger straight! "
That says it all, it hurts when I try bringing it straight.

6. Night fever!
The extend of my love to be out at night is really weird! Sometimes I get scared of this desire but I still wait for a chance to grab my jacket and run out. I walk in and out of my house at night. This include my unplanned weekend partying or night outs, tagging along with a friend for a walk every night, nandi hills @ 11 pm, sky gazing @ midnight from the terrace on the 7th floor of the apartment and all long drives with R( he loves driving away on fridays. I take advantage :P) .
A wakes me up at night. Recent ones being at1 am for a ride to the outer ring road and once at 3 am to have some coffee- we went to Airport(every other place being closed at this time).My spirits, guts, self-confidence and this-world-is-totally-safe is high at night.Realising this my considerate mom bought me a torch!

7. I love our weird ways!
I'm peaceful in nature and cant hurt anybody.Even after determining and preparing myself to slap or slipper if any guy tries to misbehave on the road/discs/bus- I couldn't do it. I cant hit hard anything other than mosquitoes and A. All the arguments with her end up physically handling each other. It is weird the force with which I can hit her, how she could scratch over my face, how I could fracture her fist, how she cut short my hair and how both of us are still best friends.

8. So much Karma?
Loosing things is like breathing for me. Let me make it simple. The list of things I lost last month.Nobody is stealing them, I keep moving around that I loose my things.
1. 2 specs (1 each on the 2 trips to gokarna)
2.One pair of shoes
3.4 nose studs
4.Contact Lens
4. 2 Imp print outs at work
5.My house Key
6.My fav pen. Gifted by dad.
7. 1 earring and a my fav junk single anklet
7. My charger
8. One particular top part of my mobile. I don't know how :( but its missing.
9.And last night I realised I had misplaced or lost my expensive pair of American stones earring.
Spotting me crawl under the bed with the mobile light, emptying my drawers, pulling everything out of my cupboard is a daily affair for my roomies. R says "It's all Karma..."

Phewwww....I'm done! I can start working now :D.


I tag...

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