My First Tag

Believe it or not, this is the first tag that I am actually tagging along with(I didn’t know any other way of saying it). I was tagged by Kishor who resides in Muscat and otherwise here.

I a’m thinking about: How I would look like riding on my new 150cc Bike (dunno the exact model yet).

I said: That I like my women plump.(refer previous post)

I want to: Travel the world and get paid for it.

I wish: That I had won the Bad English Contest. Could have used the crossword voucher.

I hear: The sound of the flush as my roomie does his thing.

I wonder: If I will be able to write a book and get it published.

I regret: Not asking out the wonderful girl in high school who actually liked me. Damn!

I am: Bored to death right now.

I dance: when everyone else is drunk and I am not. That way no one remembers.

I sing: like Himesh. Whenever and wherever possible.

I cry: when someone offends my mom. Irealizedd this very lately.

I a’m not always: in my undies!!!! ( just kidding)

I make with my hands: soap sculptures

I write: when I can’t say the same things face to face.

I confuse: Coke and Pepsi. It’s sweetened colored water after all.

I need: a girlfriend. Right now.

Okay as is the normal procedure with these things, I further impose a post consisting of the above tags on the following people:

Super Joshi Harish Ms. V

I guess that’s enough misery for now.

P.S.-The start to my day was absolutely fantastic. I tune into Radio City as I await the bus and the first song they play is Himesh. Thanks you Rohit and Vasanthi.