Task: Three confessions of your choice
Sifiso...
#1 - I thought today's task was celebrity crushes. Was really ready for that.
#2 - I don't like talking about myself. Actually I almost despise it. I'm far more interested in others and their experiences.
#3 - I have a weakness for books. Books are my buying addiction. I own tons of books that I haven't read.
I know we only need 3, but there's just something I just need to get off my chest.
I have not watched a single episode of this season of Idols. I watched half an episode of last season. There were years of drought between last season and when Heinz won.
But I have seen this Khaya chap on Youtube. My neighbour made me watch him do Superbass
Me...
1. I often secretly wish I worked as a trader on Wall Street. How cool would I be?
2. When I was younger I use be embarrassed about having sinusitis. Now I just hate it but I've accepted it.
3. I never fantasize about my wedding day. If it were by me, I'd probably get married in the absence of the actual ceremony, but I have a mother, grandmother and aunts...
Honey...
Confession #1
Last week Monday I really needed coffee but had forgotten my wallet at home. So I sat close to the Tower(place we buy coffee on campus) then waited for a guy to go buy something.
Then joined the line behind him and started searching frantically for my purse pretending that I just realised I forgot my wallet. Being the nice guy he was offered to pay for my coffee. Classic case of damsel in distress.
I hope he never gets to read this. I'd be soooo embarrassed.
Confession #2
During the June holidays I went home and my little sister had thee most gorgeous pants. When I left I deliberately took them then called to apologise that I had accidentally packed them in my luggage. I feel like such a bad sister
Confession#3
Sometimes when I'm at my place and don't wanna be disturbed I just ignore any knocks on my door and tell anyone who calls to find out where I am that I'm at the library.
Sometimes a girl just needs some alone time.
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