Kishore has tagged me and I am doing his bidding without kicking up a storm. People seem to hate tags.. I dont hate them so much.. 🙂 They are not so bad..
I am thinking about… all the work that is piled up here and the Damocles’ Sword called deadline.
I said…”Fish!” That’s when I developed bipolar disorder..
I want to… look beautiful on October 16th. A very special day is coming up people! 😉
I wish… I could eat roasted cashewnuts, Lays, Panneer and Cheese without gaining all those extra calories. 🙂
I hear… his voice in my head.
I wonder… Ah! This blog is called Wond’ring Aloud.
I regret… I never regret.
I am .. therefore I don’t think.
I dance… to Iron Maiden with my 3-year old niece. We bring the roof down. Of course audience not allowed. 😛
I sing… when it rains. 🙂
I cry… almost everyday. I am easily moved.
I am not always… conscientious. I can be found doing odd stuff in odd places at odd hours with odd people.
I make with my hands… Blogs. Phonecalls. Orgasms.
I write… as a rebel’s statement. Words and words are all I have..
I confuse… names and faces.
And finally… I tag…Philramble, Shravan, Ganesh, Venkat.