Radically Random

Type and delete, type and delete...the process will happen at least 5 times before we finally continue. Even when we know what we want to write, the first sentence is always the most difficult to write. Oh common people...I know it happens with you too!

My room has 25 lights. Seriously.

The wall behind my bed is of a shade named Peanut Butter. I love the colour, I hate peanut butter. I hate peanuts.

I have exactly 176 CDs. I don't like sharing them. I think I'll take 'em all with me to London. Maybe I'll leave behind my BSB CDs...

I love post-its. I have green, pink, yellow, mauve and blue ones.

There's an empty(autographed) vodka bottle in my bedside drawer. There are 20 drawers in my room. ha ha. Really.

If you hate me, light an incense stick in my room. It triggers my migraine instantly. Oh, or just play Himesh Reshamiya.

Only a lizard can make me vacate my room. Neha and lizards can't be in the same room. No amount of yelling/laughing/mocking can make me change my mind.

I rub noses with a beanie(a sombre, palm sized pup named Tracker) when I'm thoughtful.

My blanket is 20 years old. One of the edges now has a hole in it...I slip my tiny toe into it...strangely comforting. I can't part with it, no way.

I have a thing for knives. *evil grin*

I can't swim.

I can roll my tongue. No no...don't laugh. Everybody can't do it, it's hereditary.

I'm obsessively particular about the cleanliness of my bathroom. Except for the shower cubicle, there shouldn't be any water anywhere else. Even my sink counter (all glass) must stay dry.

Our Food Safety professor was a prejudiced moron. He threw me out of class once for NO reason..."distraction among the boys at the back" is the excuse he provided. I was glad, the class was too boring anyway.

I wonder if T still has my Vice-Captain badge...

I lost the Captaincy elections in school by ONE vote. That was the only time I cried in public. Well, ok not exactly...I went to the washroom and cried, the public found me.

I wanted to become the Cultural Secretary of our college, I became the Joint Secretary instead.

I am good at giving advice. Not so good at taking it though.

Usual first impressions of me is that I'm snobbish. I break everybody's myth about first impressions.

I'm not bored anymore, Ghost Whisperer's starting...