Wednesday, February 25, 2009

7 things I miss most

1. My brother. And all the ridiculous arguments and fights I have with that moron.
2. All those cups of really bad coffee I used to have with her. And the absolutely inconsequential things we talked over all that bad coffee.
3. My unimaginably cocky enthu to do shit. It's there, but it's not as cocky as it used to be.
4. My love for my work. Just lost it. Can I find it back? Don't know. Don't fuckin know.
5. Those mountains. Bloody hell, those mountains.
6. My precious Oakleys. ^@#$ you Rao!
7. Sunday morning cartoons. Remember DuckTales and Talespin!!? Hell, yeah!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

7 things that must absolutely need an opinion

Ok this one is Bachhu's idea. And I think a damn good one. And by his demand, fence sitting is strictly prohibited. Coz he thinks, opinions are like arseholes. Everyone has one.

1. The current economic slowdown
2. Fear - you either have it or you don't. If you don't fear anything else, but fear death (or a lizard) you're still a fear-er
3. Romantic Comedies
4. Fatafat
5. Documentaries/biographies
6. A slow dance
7. Sienna Miller

Monday, February 16, 2009

7 things that are best left hidden

1. Hickeys. Explain and you're screwed. Don't explain, you're still screwed.
2. Pink shirts. Need I say more?
3. Sunglasses, watches, i-pods, bags and new girlfriends. Particularly when you happen to have a bunch of morons for friends.
4. That one Mills & Boon you bought in 1995 out of sheer f%@#ing curiosity. Oh! How you regret that!
5. The rubber in your wallet. Damn that rubber in your wallet.
6. Your passwords. Even if its an emergency that's going to kill you in the next 2 minutes, not if it's your best friend from 20 years, not if your dick depended on it. Don't let it out. DON'T!
7. Your phone. And the messages on it. Take my advice, just delete them once you read them or write and send them. And hell! don't forget the trash! Just delete!!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

7 things that make birthdays suck

1. Bums.
2. Cake on face and other body parts. Its ok if someone licks it off. But when they decide to leave some on, ugh! it stinks!
3. Friends call you and ask you if you're feeling 'young at heart'. NO I AM NOT!! I"M STILL YOUNG DAMMIT!
4. After they give you bums, dunk you in cake, they expect you to throw a party for them! (Can you believe their nerve! ;))
5. The number of messages you have to answer. Phew! Why did you have to go around and make so many friends in the first place!
6. Bums again.
7. That one call you're waiting for. The one call that makes you jump every time your phone buzzes. That one call that does not come.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

7 things that make High Fidelity a damn good film. Even 9 years later.

1. Jack Black and his absolute madness.
2. The lists. No points for guessing what's behind 7 things now.
3. The records man! Vinyl is the way.
4. Lisa Bonet. Oooooh baby!
5. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Can't live with it. Can't live without it.
6. The balls to chase a dream, even if all it gives you back is a whack on those very balls.
7. Love. Its vagaries. Its whims. Its pain. Its shamelessness. Its blindness. And its sheer fucking audacity.

(Well, OK. It's not a GREAT movie. But hell! It' a damn good one!)