i lyk self-deprecating-laughter-type people
i enjoy keeping people in the dark till they realise it's my doing
i have a raw way of doing things
i 'also' like flirting
i am dainty, frail and needy in heaps. insecure too.
i am strong, protective, caregiver and complete
i lie sometimes. My lies usually end in surprises.
i think lying otherwise is too much hardwork. Not interested.
i love observing men at their workplace
i like the folded-sleeve, laid-back, relaxed look on guys
i like to have choices. I usually opt out when thrust on me.
i am prone to addiction. It's in my nature.
if i do, i trust blindly. Trust is an inerrant instinct, which may still go wrong.
i would like to be proposed in a library between stacks of my favorite reads
i am prone to heartache and heartburn
i love pink sunflowers
i can't smoke, hardly drink, love to smile. Been sometime. Tried all.
i like to think of me as a housewife. Flirting with the dangers of this idea. never gonna happen.
i love to be surrounded by books and stationary and i enjoy being around cubicles
i love all animals by instinct. dogs top my chart. cats a close second.
i tried to hurt myself with a knife once, thought about committing suicide a zillion times
On my last birthday i wore a white dress with floral prints.
i bought it with an unknown guy. I didn't let him see me in it.
i like having a car but hate maintaining it
i am superstitious about a few things. I secretly think I own a cursed ring.
i feel uncomfortable with over-friendly people
as much as i feel romantic in rain, a part of me always begins to feel sad and lonesome when it pours
i like wild grass and dew drops on windowpanes
i honestly think dogs would make better humans, at least more cuddly
i love it that by now you think I am crazy.
posting this was a self-dare.
posting this was a self-dare.
posting this was a self-dare.
ReplyDelete...So none of it is true, then? You know, truth/dare. ;)
P.S. Sorry, but the post was so enjoyable that couldn't help. Hope your ankle is joining fine. :)
ankle is better. thanks. no this IS true.. the dare was to let it out on the blog. :)
ReplyDeletekoool.....super lyk....bt a few raised eyebrows....heh..! :D
ReplyDeleteharry (u knw who) ... hehe ;p
ReplyDelete...for your leisure, may be. In case your broken ankle has left you with more of it than you care to have. :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. By any chance, do you visit British Library in CP? lol.
By any chance, do you visit British Library in CP? lol.
ReplyDeleteIt was good-humored bantering, of course ... in wake of "I'd like to be proposed in a library...."
-Lest you should misunderstand me. :)
@ Anon: thanks for clarifying, but i got the humour the first time round B-):D
ReplyDelete@ Harry (u know what) hheh.. thanks for stopping by!
...how would i know, you didn't reply the first time around. :P
ReplyDelete...Somebody should take you to task for being such a sloppy host. If only i knew that you were younger to me... just kidding. :)
@nicrap: one should know you know. B-)
ReplyDeleteand shouldn't that someone tell you that i had an exam?! not that i am giving an explanation!
one should know you know.
ReplyDelete...these are deep waters. Full fathom five. What don't i know that you know?
Not that i am giving an explanation
...No, no, of course not. That would be beneath you. :P
P.S. Hope your exam went well. :)
dive and you shall know! and then we will exchange notes. B-)
ReplyDeleteyes exam was good. thanks. :)
...if i lived, that is. Watery grave is not the pleasantest of things, i am told. Though, Tiresias will have it otherwise:
ReplyDelete...a seaborne death, soft as the hand of mist. (The Odyssey.)
Joyce makes an allusion to it in Ulysses: Seadeath, mildest of all deaths known to men.
...is that what you wish? :P
nope.. i would wanna die protecting someone or some belief. I happen to be one of those who have not yet read Joyce. Want to though. Will do.
ReplyDeleteby the by, by diving i did not imply sink or drown - be the boy who lived :-B
..."is that what you wish for me?" is what I meant. I am too much of a gentleman to even suggest otherwise. :P
ReplyDelete...oh, there are ways to live even when drowned:
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.
;)
I read this piece when you mentioned it earlier. Liked it a lot. Thanks. Perchance someone told me I was like Ariel. :) And i did not get what that meant. :-)
ReplyDeleteNice.
...i think he/she may have meant this Ariel. :)
ReplyDelete...However, compare Eliot's words to Ariel's song:
ReplyDeletePhlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
(The section is titled Death by Water. The Wasteland.)
nope, he/she meant the other one. nevermind. :) ta da!
ReplyDeleteyou are scaring me, you know ;)
ReplyDelete...oops! I had better stop, then. :)
ReplyDelete