Inside "ME"

A writers block - we all know what that is. Now what if someone who is not a writer has a similar block, what do we call that? Nothing i guess. This is just what i have been experiencing and Bohemian Rhapsody saved the day/week/month by tagging me and hence giving me something to blog about. So this is supposed to be more about me, a little deeper look i guess, so here goes.

I am thinking about...
...the prawn vindaloo that i just cooked and ate. It sure did taste good but im wondering if i would have an upset tummy tomorrow, since the last time i had prawn i had a real watery tummy and spent most of my time the next day on the hot seat.

I said...
...that people are imperfect and its the imperfectness in two people that make them perfect for eachother.

I want to...
...live one single day when i have more than enough money in my wallet. Buy all that i want without worrying about money. Go to a restaurant and order without looking at the right side of the menu. Have enough money so that i can spend it on my friends and family and spoil them for just one day. I dont expect to live like this for a lifetime. One single day is all i ask for. Who ever said that money is not everything. Sure it isnt, but it sure is something.

I wish...
...I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off. I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on. I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on. The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top. I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds. I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me. I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me. I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good. I wish I was the full moon shining off a camaros hood. I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun. I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on. I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on. I wish I was the verb to trust and never let you down. I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up. I wish...I wish...
One of my favorite Pearl Jam songs. It says it all.

I hear...
...everything that goes on around me. If anyone thinks im oblivious to whats happening around, they are so wrong. I can sit like i dont hear anything and i can act so disinterested, but i take in every single word.
I wonder......If i would ever live to see a day when the whole of mankind would live in peace and stop fighting. I wonder why we cant just get along with eachother. Is it that hard? The answer always evades me. Most of all, i wonder why innocent children have to pay with their lives most of the time. Those little ones deserve a full shot at life.

I regret...
...that at many points in my life i have not opened my mouth and said what i have to for many reasons. Sometimes you dont get a second chance to say what you have to. Other than that i have no other regrets. Its all good.

I am...
...difficult to get to know sometimes. I am a peaceful person. I am living life like im going to die tomorrow. I am a very faithful friend. I am madly in love with the most amazing woman. I am happy.

I dance...
...not too often. Recently went for salsa classes and loved it. Guess i was not made for dancing, but i am loving it.

I sing...
...most of the songs by Ozzy Ozbourne and Roger Waters of pink floyd. I sometimes pretend that im one of them. I know almost all the lyrics of their songs but I cant sing for nuts ofcourse, but when im in my room and alone, who cares. I also sing real loud in the shower, and that too only if im alone in the house.

I cry...
...during movies. Yes i do. Cant believe im admiting this. Sad movies make me cry. Romantic movies make me cry. War movies make me cry enough to fill a bucket.

I am not always...
...very talkative. I cannot talk much sometimes. I cannot talk with everyone. I really need to get to know someone and get comfortable before i can open my mouth. Once i am with my real close circle, i can talk and blabber and make jokes. Not everyone is lucky enough to see this side of me.

I make with my hands...
...two whole meals everyday. Yes i can cook decent and i am still alive. I also love cooking for other people. Its not always fun cooking and eating on your own.

I write...
...hardly anything, except maybe this blog. I dont ever take notes in class. Never have and never will. I rather doodle on my notebook than take notes.

I confuse...
...myself sometimes with the choices and decisions that i make. Most of the times i look back and wonder what on earth i have just done or said. I can also confuse people with my facial expressions. Sometimes people just cannot guess if im feeling pissed off or upset, when in reality i might be just fine.

I need...
...to be touched. I need human contact. A hug. A kiss. An arm around my shoulder or back can do wonders to me. Guess i have spoken enough about this in my last post.

So, there it is. Inside ME. Had fun writing this actually. Now whoever is linked to my blog, please do consider yourself tagged and do the necessary. Come one. Expose yourself.