I cant drive any vehicle to save my life. In fact, i didn't drove once to save my dad's life. But he is still alive, so i am no lamenting the point much.
I can entertain myself for any length of time, if i have my mobile phone.
I can't live an hour without the said phone.
I can tell if you are lying to me.
I can't tolerate physical pain. At best it makes me a cry baby. If you are responsible for my pain, i am hurting you back.
I can make funny greeting cards. And plan surprise gifts.
I can't hold a surprise a secret. If i plan your birthday a week before, we are celebrating it a week before.
I can live entirely off oatmeal.
I can't juggle anything. Not even two lemons.
I can whistle. Feebly. That after 2 years of practice.
I can't focus on anyone's talk for more than 20 mins. Made me a terrible student.
I can play a decent game of Indian Rummy.
I can't win Rummy against my brother, who is a terrible player, but is suspiciously lucky.
I can do awesome googling. Seriously. It needs really good skill.
I can't pretend to smile when i am really pissed of at someone. I look rally pissed off.
I can spin theories and anecdotes out of anything, some of which actually make sense.
I can't keep away from dogs. If i see a dog in any home, i have to go meet it, say hi and mostly get barked at.
I can be organised only when i am in charge of organizing. Or i am very disorganized.
I can't paint. Or draw. I actually got a C- in my 10th grade art. That for cheating in arts. Still now i cant imagine i did that.
I can spend hours on wikipedia. Just jumping through the articles.
I can't handle kids. I don't think they like me much.