Just so that you know I'm honest,really

I have to show you my newest shiny trophy

given to me by sharazad of Dangerous Pages Review-If you are a bibliophile with a taste for the forbidden,you surely are missing something if you aren't following her!

So,as per the rules I have to state 10 ten things about me that you may or maynot know..

1. I am a converse girl,through and through.
2. My obsession with vampires does not begin and end with twilight.It has found new meaning with True Blood.
3. Farmville Addict.Oh, yea Yeehaw!
4. I love novels written on a historical background-like Kite runner(by Khaled hosseini) and the Odessa File by Frederick Forsyth and many more.I.Dig.History.Gee,does anyone else find that funny?
5. Waiting to pierce my nose-I have a Go from both my boyf and Pa,but the friend brigade is kinda split in half over it.I procastrinate a lot,but I think I'm going for it.
6. I am addicted to giving my blog a facelift(every now and then=atleast 4 times a week).Mommy likes buying new dresses.Is that so bad?(IT IS!)
7. I love walnut kernels,LOVE LOVE LOVE!
8. I think yellow nail polish is kinda cool.
9. This is for my dog-"I'm not doing a Bella when I say I love you like my brother.REALLY.STOP.HUMPING.ME."
10. I recently acted in a college play where I had to play a politician,kinda controversial-so they changed my character and lines the next day.Pissed.Like you wouldn't believe.

I found some amazing blogs that I'm following now,and I'd like to pass on the awards to them

Nelley at Happiness is a size six

Shilpa at A Rose is a Rose is a rose

Arun George at The Haven of my thoughts

Mama Zen at The Zen of Motherhood

Guria at Maverick Misfit

Shruti at Hits and Misses

Rajlakshmi at Destiny's Child

....and some oldies I can't stop loving :)

Avada Kedavra at Stung by the Splendour of a crazy thought

Little Miss Blogger at A Little blog about nothing

Bookpusher at The Genteel Arsenal.

Chop chop! Ta folks!

You tell me..

Nineteen year old wha-?I'm at this crossroad where I don't know which word to attach with myself-A girl or a woman?I wish I had an intelligent post to write,which would overnight boost my popularity and I'd have hundreds(okay scores,to start) pouring in to share their pearls of wisdom.Where's mine,you ask?Still looking for it,trying to explore a concept I never thought about often think about.No pearls of wisdom from my side,hence -1.No worries-who the hell wants to grow old?"Eighteen till I die"?-I'd love to,but I'm nineteen already ;)

When you are young,you tend to have weird ideas about *grown up things*-I know I had!
This is what I thought it takes to be a woman(around a decade ago when 14 was an-age--i-so-wanted-to-be...dad wouldn't scold,I'd have no curfew and by the time I was 15 dad would probably invite my potential boyfriend to dinner and not scare him with his jack hammer .20 was just bordering on the verge of death)
You are a woman(as in an adult female) if(Disclaimer this is flashback-don't let the tense eff you up :P)

• You are 20.I mean 20 is OLD.Whoever heard of the phrase 40 is the new 20.Doesn't matter-both are OLD.(If you are wondering what I thought about my parents then-as usual-nothing.They are parents.What about them?)
• You wear makeup.OMG.So,so old.
• You wear danglydoo earrings.Cute earrings are for little girls-hands off*spits out*woman!!

Are you as confused as I am?Good.Lets carry on.

I never thought I'd have to attach the word "woman" with myself.There's nothing remotely graceful about me,nothing gentle and womanly.

For instance,this is what happened a few months ago...

Me and best bud S pigged out on this delicious buffet at Mainland China.We took third,fourth and fifth helping of the chicken wings,crab and prawn chips respectively.By the time we had finished,WE HAD TO DOWNLOAD,I mean REALLY.As we were gathering are asses to hit the bowl,I fell off my chair.I didn't feel ashamed,smoothed my hair and then ran out of the restaurant to the john.(did I mention I ran out yelling?)

And a conversation between me and S in a restaurant(again) in 9th grade-(le pardonnable?)

Me*whispers*:Should we leave a tip?

S*in her outdoor voice*:No.We are kids!

Me:OH.Right.

Did I mention it was a really sophisticated place,and the maitre d and the other waiters were pointing and laughing while we sauntered out like divas,only to return the next month.

Having a kiddie face doesn't help either.

Will I ever grow up?Shall I ever have poise,grace and the ickle womanly stuffs?Does it grow on you with age?I'm still waiting for The becoming.

Or not.

Which event(if any) marked Your becoming?