Ten Confessions...

How many times have you urged someone to confess something? Is there anything you want to confess but don’t have the courage to?
The urge to blurt things out is hard to suppress. Nothing exceptional here... just a few random things that are important to me. Most of these are embarrassing actually... stuff that I pretend I don’t do or like... Time to make some confessions here:-

1. THE FIRST CONFESSION: I adore Mills & Boons. Love reading them. Settling down with a good boss- secretary romance is my idea of bliss! I also love historical fiction... You know now what kind of books would occupy the maximum space in my library... come one I have just this one life to read all of them...:P

2. Confession 2: I CRY. Yes, I do. People who know me might not believe this, but I do cry at silly things. What makes me cry would be the subject matter of another blog entry but the last time I cried was I when I watched Paa... and Armageddon and Stepmom...


3. Confession 3: I don’t actually hate kids and babies that much. I get the occasional, over the top, screechy, hysterical fit when I have to deal with the two monsters at home... but what the heck... I always had a preference for the horror, the gory and the macabre.

HA HA HA!

(DID YOU ACTUALLY THINK I WOULD DECLARE MY LOVE FOR JUNO HERE??)

4. Confession 4: I often day dream about the superpower I would like to get. I guess I would love to be a master of legilimency (Potter fans know that it is the art of reading minds!) Or the power to become invisible. I guess some news channel would employ me as their 24X7 sting operation specialist!!
I like to believe that daydreaming about this topic would motivate me to create a comic strip based on superhero/ fantasy character.


5. Confession 5: I dream of and am working towards the 2 things I want to own in this life- a tree and a library of my own. So people, who have lent me books, just forget about them and those whose books are missing... you are right... I STOLE THEM!


6. Confession 6: I always...ALWAYS cross my fingers before I open this page/ blog and utter this holy incantation, “Please god... just one more follower!”


7. Confession 7: I still haven’t managed to figure out the difference between quite and quiet, effect and affect and many such things... Quiet weird ehh?



8. Confession 8: I feel murderous when people ask me the meanings of random, big sounding words. And if I do not have the answer they smirk and say in a derisive tone, “AND YOU ARE A LIT STUDENT?? BAH!” Someone should tell them that the curriculum of the universities does not include vocab lesson....urrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!


9. Confession 9: Just because I’m studying Shakespeare, it doesn’t mean that I am walking talking information centre or line-identifying, giving-the-context-guide for you... I am still a student. Have pity on me!!



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........................ I am in love :D