Three Word Wednesday in Wordpress

I just came across this thing called ' Three Word Wednesday ' on wordpress.com . Each week ( A wednesday obviously , in case the name wasn't obvious), the author posts three words and we have to write something using those three words. This week's three words are

Recluse
Temper
Cajole

I read what my friend had written on her blog and when she explained to me how the thing worked, I tried something on my own. Take a look:

She looked around for a dance partner seeing she was the only woman in the huge ballroom who didn't have a partner. Then as she was about to give up and sit out the Viennese waltz , her eyes fell on a tall, dark stranger.
What was strange about this stranger was that, instead of looking at the dancers waltzing on the dance floor, he was staring at her! For how long , she couldn't guess.
She had an uncanny ability to judge a person's character by looking at their body postures and hand gestures. Now, all of a sudden , she was the one doing the staring. The stranger looked right back at her without appearing abashed that he had been caught staring.




'Hmmmmm'. She thought as she contemplated the man who didn't seem to belong to the town she lived in. ' A businessman surely. Immeasurably rich, considering the rich material of his elegantly cut suit which he wore with some kind of disdain as if he was used to such luxuries and was merely bored by it. Surely he didn't socialise much seeing as he didn't have an escort either. So a recluse. Fully devoted to his work types. Good manners forced him to be polite with others but otherwise has a terrible temper...'
She went on assuming his traits, not knowing how she knew them, but knew from past experiences that she was right. She didn't know how, but she just knew.
'Right. Now all that remained was to cajole him to dance with her without apperaing to do so. It was risky, she admitted to herself , to talk to a stranger, but it was either this or stand like a fool while others danced to her favourite song.
Having come to a decision, she walked towards the stranger. All this while, he had been staring right back at her. As she approached him, he merely raised his eyebrows in question.
She said ' Hello..
END

PS : This thing just suddenly came to my mind. IMO, it appears too Mills and Boonish.

April Fool

Yeah. I know it's still mid February and all. Contrary to popular belief, I would like to make it clear that I am NOT suffering from post-Valentine's Day dementia. Nope. It's just that while I was bloghopping some days back, 60% of the blogs had a post on Valentine's Day!( just like me ). I am like " what the hell! 20 days later everyone will write about holi, then examinations, then april fool's day and so on! Why should I wait for April to arrive to let you know what I did last summer?" So well, another post on why you should be celebrating Thanksgiving everyday instead of on every 4th Thursday of November.. since you are not my brother\sister...

Day : 1st April ( well duh, April fool's day ! )

Time : Sometime during the day, when the sky was bright and clear. ( seriously, this was almost a year ago. Did you really expect me to remember the exact time? I mean I know it was 25 minutes and 32 seconds past 5pm, but the exact time? nah! )

Venue : Home

My brother had just returned from school after giving the first paper ( English ) of his annual exam. For the eternal laziness within me protesting against typing out brother everytime I have to mention him let's refer to him as Bap ( Brother After Paper in short )

Me : Hey! How was your paper? Hope it went well.

Bap : Yeah, it went well. What were you doing?

Me : What do you think? Watching aeroplanes. What else?

Bap : *sighs* As always.... Don't you get bored?

Me : Ha ! April Fool. I wasn't watching aeroplaes! I was watching the first officer in the plane make out with an airhostess. hehe. I fooled you!

Bap : MOMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, * enter my name here * is bugging me. Giving me dirty details.....

Me : You know, you just made use of an alliteration! Perfect example!

* Bap glares at me which brings back my broken nose memories *

Me : What? It was your English paper afterall! I thought you were just trying to show of your skills in figures of speech. Oh my God! * covers mouth with hands *, I just complimented you! Thank me now!

* Bap runs away screaming MOMMAAAA again *

sigh... shit happens

=====================================

Day : NO

Night : April Fool's Nnght. ( Still first of April )

Time : exactly 325 minutes after the aforementioned scene after which my brother sulked for like 30 minutes, then studied for the next day's paper, then ate and was listening to songs on the disc-man, when this happened)

Venue : My bedroom which i share with my Brother Listening to Songs On the Disc-man.( BLSOD for the sake of abbreviations and more importantly convenience )


Me : Dude, I am sorry for today. But I had to fool you at least once. To keep up my reputation you know as the one who fools around even on April Fool's Day.

BLSOD : It's OK * enter nickname you will NEVER hear me utter *. No issues. I overreacted. After sulking for about 1800 seconds, I realised it was pretty cool actually and that I can use the same to fool my friends. Oh and yeah, thank you for complimenting my skills in figures of speech earlier.

* At this time, I am trying to control my laughter at remembering my skills in Hyperbole *

Me : Oh! Good then. All's well that ends well. Or something like that as someone said in the Harry Potter series. I think it was ALbus Percivial Wulfric Brian Dumbledore the First.

* After a few hundred seconds of deep pondering *

Me : Hey!, I am sleepy man. Stop listening to songs on your disc-man.

BLSOD : What the hell! Are you nuts or something? I am using headphones! How can that disturb you! You said you are sleepy right? Just switch off the lights and sleep in peace then. I won't.....What? NO. NOT AGAIN!!

* His outburst consisting of the last four words came after he saw the delightful smirk in my eye and an evil twinkle in my mouth. or vice versa. Whatever. *

Me : I have to say it. I can't resist. APRIL FOOL! HA HA HA. I fooled you again. I am not sleepy at all!

BLSOD : You suck! I am not talking to you till tomorrow morning.

* saying this he switches off the light and goes back to listening to songs. *

I thanked God fervently to have protected me from another broken nose and wondered how come my brother could hear me say anything at all while he was listening to songs on his disc man!

Phew! End.

Enough Red Already!

I hate red colour! Red cars, Red clothes, Red shoes, Red watches, Red roses , Red balloons( especially of the heart shaped variety). I mean come on!! Why would you want to express your love to someone with red balloons ( of heart-shaped variety ) , red roses, T-shirts with big red hearts on them with 'I *heart* U ' written in bold letters just because everyone else is doing the same? Who in turn are doing this just because Archies and Hallmark are telling them to do that? jeez. Talk about blind followers! Better join the group ' A Consortium of Pub-going, Loose and Forward Women.' on facebook and send a pink chaddi to Mr. Muthalik of the prestigious Ram Sene. Best thing you can do this Love-Day. Oh and yeah, I came across this interesting e-mail about Valentine's Day, which I am copy pasting below. So, make sure you read the above line carefully before you decide to sue me for plagiarism. The e-mail goes this way ...




Valentine's Day- The Real Story


In spite of what you have been told by everyone, the truth is that
Valentine's Day originated hundreds of years ago, in India , and to top it
all, in the state of Gujarat !!!

It is a well known fact that Gujarati men, specially the Patels,
continually mistreat and disrespect their wives (Patelianis). One fine day,
it happened to be the 14th day of February, one brave Patelani, having had
enough "torture" by her husband, finally chose to rebel by beating him up
with a Velan (rolling pin to make chapattis).
Yes....the same Velan which she used daily, to make chapattis for him....
only this time, instead of the dough, it was the husband who was flattened.

This was a momentous occasion for all Gujarati women and a revolt soon
spread, like wild fire, with thousands of housewives beating up their
husbands with the Velan. There was an outburst of moaning "chapatti-ed"
husbands all over Anand and Amdavad.

The Patel men-folk quickly learnt their lesson and started to behave more
respectfully with their Patelanis.
Thereafter, on 14th February every year, the womenfolk of Gujarat would
beat up their husbands, to commemorate that eventful day - the wives having
the satisfaction of beating up their husbands with the Velan and the men
having
the supreme joy of submitting to the will of the women they loved.

Soon The Gujju men realised that in order to avoid this ordeal they need to
present gifts to their wives....they brought flowers and sweets. This is
how the tradition - Velan time - began.

As Gujarat fell under the influence of Western culture, the ritual soon
spread to Britain and many other Western countries, specifically,the catch
words 'Velan time' !!! In course of time, their foreign tongues, this got
anglisized to 'Velantime' and then to 'Valentine'. And thereafter, 14th of
February, came to be known as Valentine's Day and now you know the true
story of Valentine's day.

* E MAIL ENDS HERE *

PS : I found this original version better than the original version about St Valentine or whatever-his-name. And they should have stuck to the beating part. It sure would have been fun to wake up on V-day and see ladies beating the shit out of their husbands instead of the red turd we see these days. Today's generation * shakes head ruefully * And in a way I'm glad it's V-day on saturday. Gave me inspiration to write hate mail for Love-Day. Ha! Yeah and every fuckin' radio station is celebrating valentine's week. So everytime you surf through stations expecting Coldplay, Eminem and the likes all you get is either Enrique or Atif Aslam.
Phbbbt! At least leave the songs alone!

Oh no! I am back. (*terminator voice*)

Hey there reader. I hope you are alive and well and had a great time in the 2-3 months I was away from my blog. No net. No inspiration. No inclination. No time. Except the first one, all my remaining excuses were lame and not admissible. But the first one was enough. :-|. In the 2 months that I wasn't netically ( umm you know, physically, mentally, netically... you get the drift. ) present, many exciting things happened to me. Opeth concert at iitm, college festival, cleaning of my room (:O yes it's true), Ghajini, Dev D songs and boredom ( but obviously ). Also I am going to write a separate blog post for each and every thing that I mentioned above. Yeah, poor you. Then again I may not. But any attempts on killing my net connection, hacking my blog won't be entertained or welcomed. So well to start on a light note, as I mentioned before, I was cleaning my room. And from some random corner in my room, I found English Balbharti, STD VI. So naturally, I flipped through it and rediscovered this awesome poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson. But before that, let me type it to you, that I am not much of a poem person. I like a very few poems and so I haven't tried my hand at poetry writing either. So, here's the poem before you kill me for stalling so much .. But hey, it's my blog!


HOME THEY BROUGHT

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee--
Like summer tempest came her tears--
'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'

- Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Its War Time!!!!!

ok. So I am updating my blog after more than a month. There were varous factors responsible for this > Exams, lack of inspiration, laziness. Now all of a sudden, none if the factors exist and I am free to blog. And I hate it. Last night provided the inspiration. Though never had I wished for such an eventuality to prompt me to start blogging again. Mumbai attacks!!!



Last night, I was watching the match at home, like almost everyone else who watches cricket. And the result was as predicted. India won. We won. We're leading the series 5-0 now by the way, for those who may not be aware. So then 15 - 20 minutes after the presentation ceremony and all, I heard this huge boom. And then I heard my mom complaining about firecrackers and what a nuisance they are. 5 minutes later, my neighbour comes to our place and asks " did you hear the bang?"
I said " yeah obviously. But why would they burst crackers half an hour after the match is won?? "

And my neighbour said " It wasn't a firecracker. It was a bomb. A taxi just exploded near that new bridge. It's all over the news. Terrorists are hiding in south Mumbai. Firing is on as we speak."

Now, if you must know, I stay very close to the Santacruz airport. And when we went on the terrace, we could actually see the smoke at the explosion site. One minute we are rejoicing yet another Indian victory and te next minute, BOOM, everything changes. A war starts in Mumbai.

While we were at the terrace, phones kept ringing, rumours a-plenty too, and every few minutes a vehicle with a siren would pass. Police vehicle, ambulance, fire-brigade or minister's vehicle, I know not. The patch of highway near our place was blocked and vehicles kept taking a U-turn and cutting back from where they had come. And the news kept coming in. Along with the blast near the airport, there was firing at Hotels Taj and Oberoi, CST terminus and as if that wasn't bad enough there was firing at the Cama Hospital too. ( and I didn't even know about it's existence till yesterday ! ). When I went to sleep, watching the news, they said firing was still on and commando operation had been started at Taj. 2 people had been killed in the blast near the airport and several injured and that all the flight take-offs had been cancelled.

Today morning when I read the newspaper, it said 78 people were killed and over 900 were injured. All this happened after mindnight!! The attack started from Gateway of India ( which sparked rumours that the explosives had come from the sea) and then moved towards CST. All the important places were hit. Nariman point, Metro Adlabs, Colaba, Crawford market, Wadi Bunder and GT hospital too. And on BBC it was reported that 40 people were taken hostages. And 3 officers died on duty : Hemant Karkare of the ATS, encounter specialist Vijay Salaskar ( and i had actually heard of these two for a change!) and addl commissioner Ashok Kamte. RIP, you three. You died cleaning the scum.



So that was the factual part. After each terrorist attack in other cities of India, focus would shift to Mumbai, and after 2-3 days of tight security and high alert, things would go back to the previous lax ways . This is what happened yesterday. One minute you are having dinner, watching TV, or roaming outdoors.. and next ... terror strikes. And what was the purpose of those checks at the railway stations?? When it was required , could they stop the terrorists from entering with AK-47s and hand grenades and start firing? NO. Same at the malls. Metro Adlabs. The security people look as if they are endowing us a great favour by checking our belongings. And at one mall, I dont remember which, I don't even think the metal detectors work because I had a swiss-knife in my pocket and they didn't even realise that. Could they really have not considered the possibility that the terrorists may open fire? Do they really dismiss the terrorists as cowards? That is just plain - bullshit. Just a lame excuse to hide your inefficiency. Where are Shiv Sena and MNS workers right now? what are they doing? Don't they want the marathi manoos to be safe now? Where are the parties standing for elections next year? Next year, If you are going to vote, or if any candidate asks you for vote during those speeches ( if you care to go to one), ask them what they were doing during the terror-attacks in Mumbai and other cities. And what their party had done to help that the other party hadn't to make you vote for that particular candidate. According to me, this tete-a-tete combat is a good opportunity to check our ability against theirs. And we shouldn't be proud. Three senior officers dead and we could manage to kill only two of them yet. And all of them are youngsters! Though I think , we should stop judging their abilities according to their ages. And I don't care if the firing goes on for 3 more days as long as these scum are killed or captured. Total elimination is the word. it is about time these buggers are made to realise that one can only punch a tin box so many times. Then it hardens and hurts anyone who tries to punch it. And don't complain about the bandh if there is one, enjoy the time with your family and friends.

Also this made me wonder, what we as the commoners do for the city? Income tax? Nah. That goes to the national government. Loving the city is not really enough. You need to fight for it too. Donate blood at a hospital nearby to help the injured. Help in any way you can. Otherwise you don't have a right to point a finger at anyone. This is your city. It is your responsibilty to take see to it that it is free from mother-fucking terrotists whose only aim is to gain attention of the masses. They'll hit you as long as you endure it. ABOUT TIME WE STOPPED!!! To pee is human, then it shouldn't be the divine to flush; you pee, you flush it off.

PS : I just realised it was "a wednesday" yesterday and i hope we kill the cunts just like in the movie. I may have used a profanity or two in the post, but I don't care. Am really pissed off right now.

Random Talks

I have got a lot of tolerence in my nucleotides. But sometimes there are people whom you meet who make you regret not wearing a wig. Yeah well, wig because when you pull your real hair in frustration, it hurts. A lot. And then the world comes to know of the well-hidden dandruff and lice in your scalp too. So moral of the story invest in a wig. Be safe and fake-haired rather than letting the world know you share your hair with blood-sucking ticks because you can't avoid meeting these particular category of people. They just exist like cats do. I had the misfortune to encounter such a specimen in my college last year,(*drops to knees thanking the Authority for sending him to another college now*) who was a total narcissist. So after getting your brain banged within your skull listening about the innards of an earthworm and waiting for your mate by the gate in the burning sun, Bam enter the narcissist. ( for the sake of laziness to type narcissist again and again lets us refer to him as CNFTS in short for College Narcissist From Twelfth Standard ). So while you are waiting for your friend this CNFTS starts ranting about the uber cool date he had the previous night which involved roses,candlelight,soft music in the background ( * passes out thinking about the amount of corn involved* ), and the cycle goes on. You attend Physics and learn all about Electromagnetic Induction and again wait for your friend by the gate and this time CNFTS starts off about his celebrity relatives. Now this went on for like 12-15 days in a row ( yeah I told you I was tolerant, and you see i don't like ditching my friends either so i kept waiting by the gate too ) and then suddenly on the 16th day, the sun shone brighter, the trees looked greener, the birds chirped louder...Ok I'll stop. Everything was same except my mood. It was really pissed off. And here's the scene:
I am waitiing by the gate for my nutty mate to come down ( did I mention she was in a different division and her lecture timings were different, so the wait state? anyway, so now you know ) and CNFTS comes and starts. But this time he sees the expression on my face and goes:
CNFTS :Oh so you think I am making all of this up?

Me : No, I can't think at all. Thinking is injurious to health. I read the footnotes in the advertisements on TV.

CNFTS : Huh? So I will prove it to you that I am good. See that girl coming around the corner? I'll chat her up and she will compliment me in front of everyone. So you want to make it a challenge haan? Today you have questioned my intergrity? I cannot stay silent. I will have to give you a suitable reply

( All this was spoken in a shrill voice and by now a few people had gathered around the place too )

Me : WTF? What are you on about?

CNFTS : No you wait and see. I am going to chat up that chick and show it to you that I am good. ( leaves to talk to the random chick by the block. lets call her RCBTBL )

( After a while, when I have forgotten all about the sudden outburst from CNFTS, I hear the RCBTBL burst out laughing )

CNFTS crosses the road like a person who has just found the upper limit of infinity, amid imaginary applause.

CNFTS : See? I told you I was good. Do you know what she thinks of me?

Me : Ummmm. She thinks you are Pillankhrosh Mehta?

CNFTS : What? Who is he? no. She thinks I am cute. That I remind her of a puppy she had in her previous life...

Me : was that puppy called Pillankhrosh? ( * others are controlling their laughter right now* )

CNFTS : NO. So she said I reminded her of her puppy. And that she would like to call me a puppy. Can you imagine? She even said "bye for now, puppy. It was nice talking to you"

( * ok so the viewers can't control their laughter much longer * )

Me : Yeah? So why the hell are you smiling? Dude she just insulted you. what is a puppy? A puppy is nothing but a son of a bitch. She called you a son of a bitch and you thought she was complimenting you? HAHAHAHAHA . Awwww poor baby.

* And I left amid loud applause which wasn't imaginary in my case.*
Then of course I remembered that my friend still hadn't come and so I went back amid the cheers of encore and told my other gate-friends I had made in my wait state to tell my friend that my waiting days were over and again left amid imaginary applause back home.

Note : The incident I narrated didn't actually happen, but I wanted to make up a good story to post that conversation. bah if someone like that bugs me, I don't wait for the imaginary other division friend at all. Just show em the finger and move on. Cheers. I am going to post more such conversations which I had with my brothers and more imaginary ones too. :P

Interview

I came across this in *humbl devil's* blog ~:<{dêvïl’z Åbõdê}>:~ . found it pretty kool , lets see how many I answer before I get bored and do tell me how many you could read :P


( ) smoked a cigarette
( ) done some form of dope
(v) crashed a friend's car : uncle's car yeah. friends don't trust me enough for that
( ) stolen a car
(v) been in love : who isn't?
( ) been dumped
( ) shoplifted
( ) been fired
(v) been in a fist fight : yeah with brother
( ) sneaked out of your parent's house
(v) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back: yeah
( ) gone on a blind date
(v) lied to a friend : yeah but had a reason
(v) skipped school: 10th grade. No one attends school :D
(v) seen someone die: die, no. dead,yeah, my grandad
(v) had a crush on one of your internet friends : *sigh* yeah
( ) been to Canada
( ) been to Mexico
(v) been on a plane : yeah
( ) eaten sushi
(v) been skiing-snow or water : yeah Manali
(v) met someone from the internet : yeah
(v) been at a concert : Bombay Vikings, Enrique Iglesias
(v) taken painkillers : yeah
(v) love someone or miss someone right now : yeah
(v) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by : Still do it on my terrace
(v) made a snow angel : Yeah this year, when i was in Gulmarg ** goes starry eyed and drools all over the keyboard remembering all those good times **
(?) had a tea party : Don't remember . perhaps in childhood
(v) flown a kite : yeah. Every year. now i can launch the kite on my own too :P
(v) built a sand castle : yeah. used to do that earlier now just running about
(v) gone puddle jumping : I was a naughty kid
(v) played dress up : *sigh* yeah , we used to have fashion shows till I was 9
(v) jumped into a pile of leaves : dry leaves.
(v) gone sledding : sledding??
(v) cheated while playing a game: Picnic
(v) been lonely : Yeah but a call to friends cures that.
(v) fallen asleep at work/school : yeah last year
(v) used a fake ID : yeah to get into some other college campus
(v) watched the sun set : yeah. Again from my building terrace
(v) watched someone sleep : I put my nephew to sleep once in a while
(:) felt an earthquake : not really but it feels like that on a roller coaster
(v) slept beneath the stars : Shit. I just realised I absolutely love my terrace
(v) been tickled : Yeah , so many times that I think I have become immune to it
( ) been robbed
(v) been misunderstood :
(v) pet a reindeer/goat/kangaroo : goat's young one
(v) won a contest : yeah
( ) run a red light/stop sign
( ) been suspended from school
(v) been in a car crash : yeah and it still gives me goosebumps
( ) had braces
( ) felt like an outcast/third person
(v) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night ...lotsa tyms...hehe
(v) had deja vu : yeah Freaky stuff
(v) danced in the moonlight : danced at night when there must have been a moon in the sky
(v) liked the way you looked : some rare narcissist moments :p
( ) witnessed a crime
(v) questioned your heart : yeah, questioned it, found faults with it, listened to it anyway
( ) been obsessed with post-it notes
(v) squished mud through your bare feet : yeah awesome feeling
(v) been lost : yeah someone told me "get lost", and I did at a park
(v) been on the opposite side of the country : Does West Bengal count as East or North East??
(v) swam in the ocean : Goa !!
(v) felt like dying...hehehehe
(v) cried yourself to sleep : 2 years back
(v) played cops and robbers : School recesses were not for lunch!
(v) recently colored with crayons : yeah brohter's project
(v) sang karaoke : Essel World, Infiniti and do YouTube karaoke's count?
(v) paid for a meal with only coins : College canteen :P
( ) done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(v) made prank phone calls : All the time. Now now, before you get any ideas, i wasn't the one who has been calling at 3am to ask calculus formulae
(v) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose : ugh. Yeah. Sprite. burnt my nose
( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue : I wish but I caught raindrops on my tongue
(v) danced in the rain : yeah. Awesome stuff
( ) a letter to Santa Claus
( ) been kissed under the mistletoe
(v) watched the sun rise with someone you care about : Parents. Darjeeling ** starts drooling again **
(v) blown bubbles : Still do. paas aao paas aao paas aao naa =))
( ) made a bonfire on the beach
( ) crashed a party
( ) gone roller skating
(v) had a wish come true : just today, morning
(:) jumped off a bridge : Not yet. But damn i know I'm going to bungee jump at least once
( ) ate dog/cat food
(:) told a complete stranger you loved them : nah told others I loved him ( Steve :p)
( ) kissed a mirror : Now i wouldn't say I was making out eith a mirror will I ?
(v) sang in the shower : It irriates my brother, so yeah :p
( ) had a dream that you married someone
(v) glued your hand to something : to my other hand. This fevikvik ( not sure about the spelling) is effective. Don't try it at home. YOu have it fromt he horse's mouth
(v) kissed a photo : Not really, but the coverpage of a book
( ) climbed a water tower
(v) screamed at the top of your lungs : Building terrace again!!!
( ) done a one-handed cartwheel
(v) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours : Obviously. Hey it didn't mention if it's at a stretch!! At a stretch no. I like to talk but not that much :P
( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree
(v) climbed a tree : Yeah. Then was bitten by a bee
( ) had a tree house
( ) been too scared to watch a scary movie alone
( ) believe in ghosts
( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes
( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school : Yeah fancy dress, had become a crow
( ) gone streaking
(v) gone doorbell ditching : come now , you must admit, it's fun; if your'e on the right side that is:p
( ) been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on
(v) told you're hot by a complete stranger : eavesteasing perverts
( ) broken a bone
(v) been easily amused : I'm always amused no matter what. call it looking at the amusing side of things
( ) caught a fish then ate it
(v) caught a butterfly : I regretted it though. its wing got all crumpled
(v) laughed so hard you cried : It was weird but yeah
( ) cried so hard you laughed
(v) cheated on a test ...once or twice,feel very uncomfortable. I don't like being dishonest to myself
(v) forgotten some one's name : always happens when I vaguely remember looking at their faces in some random movie :p
(v) French braided some one's hair : yeah, made hell of a mess of it too!
( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub/river
( ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house
(>) loved someone so much you would gladly die for : NEVER, I'll elaborate my point in some other post perhaps
( ) cheated on someone : never
(v) talk to yourself when no one's around : even when someone is around , I do that sometimes
( ) hate someone you once loved
( ) love someone you once hated
( ) kissed the phone for the person on the other side : Just reading about it brought a WTF expression on my face. Then again maybe I *might* get struck my lightening and do it in future
( ) kissed the person on the other side of the phone : what's the difference between this question and the one above???