I try to be like
Grace Kelly.

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome

I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont yo like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!
Ka-CHING !
PS: Figure out what this is yourself =P

*Sleep

Yeaa .. Insomnia. She can't sleep either.

It seems to be something I’ve been dreading these days and here I go.. turning my blog into my own personaldiarytypething.

I know they say sleeping ‘at-the-right-time’ [that's supposed to be read as if your mom was saying it hahah] is one of the most imperative things, but sleeping… My body just doesn’t see the point.
Sleeping means not using every moment possible, because no matter when I sleep I always wake up at around 12PM [excluding days like today, when I slept at 7AM].
It means missing talking to my mom and brothers, who only get free at 3PM their time, 12AM our time.
It means missing out on a certain type of privacy and silence which I can’t get during the day. Oh and how I love that..
But sleep. Sleep can be scary.
People do weird things in their sleep. I do weird things in my sleep. Cough. Such as calling people, hiding newspapers, and some more things I’d prefer not to disclose. I think I may have a sleeping disorder, and I know you’re rolling your eyes Nishant. Maybe I have anxiety problems, because sometimes I just lay in bed thinking, nerve-racking.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who doesn’t like sleeping. I mean, I enjoy the sleep itself, just not the idea of it, if that makes sense. I’ve tried getting to sleep – counting sheep and the whole shebang, but it just doesn’t work if there’s something else I want to be doing.

Anyways. Let’s see if it goes away, I’m praying it’s just another phase. That’s life right?

The inauguration of the incredibility that is The Isonephic Valentine (IVY), the invention of us, is on March the 23rd. 2007.

What are we?
Well. Simple. We’re, for now,

Leona. Menaka. Reshma. Sonia. Radhii.
We create.

We’re not a band. We’re….hmm. A group.

We do stuff.

And on the 23rd… You’ll find out what that means.

A Leviathan Irritance to say what's on MY mind.
Why don’t people just say what’s really on their minds . . . . ?
Truly, it plain baffles me beyond belief.

Okay. Randomness and haste personified. I have fallen in love. With a song. No. A band. Incubus.
I just can’t get over them!! They're just so good for me. Okay I know that doesn’t make sense, but it is. Incubus. All their songs are so imaginative and original and and and ... So likeable. It’s impossible to get sick of any of them! This song. Agh. This song. AGH! If I don't see them in concert, if I don't get to go on the 10th, I may just die. All of you HAVE to get this song. Tell me what you think !

* .. DIG .. *

When weakness turns my ego up
I know you’ll count on the me from yesterday.
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have eachother
When everything else is gone.

PS: Like all Incubus songs .. There are tons of 'Ooh's' =P