- A verb that defines what you wanna do right now
- A really hot person’s phone number
- An emotion
- Your favourite name
- Name of a food that turns the taps in your mouth
- A “fill-your-belly-with-butterflies” movie
- A place you wanna go to, right now
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
7 things I want from you
Gimme gimme gimme these 7!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
7 things about death I found here and there
- After you die, hearing is the last sense you'll lose – the first is usually sight, followed by taste, smell and touch.
- If you ever get decapitated, your head will remain conscious for 15 to 20 seconds,. You'll also feel very light, apparently. But people have strongly suggested that you not try this at home.
- Three days after you're dead, the enzymes that once digested the food you ate, start to digest you! You become food to the bacteria that once aided digestions. And you bloat because of all the noxious gases they release in the process of digesting you.
- People dig up bones of dead relatives once a year and dance with them in Madagascar. Discovery Channel has a bloody documentary about this thing!
- Dead bodies become Soap! It's true! The fatty tissue and other putrefied shit in the body react chemically "soaponification" to become soap! And the soap is called... "Adipocere" - also known as grave wax. Apparently, the fatter the body, the more soap you get.
- There's this company in the US that'll take human remains and turn them into diamonds. Diamond is forever and so are you!
- This one doctor created a special table for people to die on and discovered that people lose 21 grams of weight after dying. "Weight of the soul" is what it's been referred to as. Some believe it. The rest believe it is bollocks.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
7 things you’ve gotta gotta be partial to.
- Curls. Remember the fascination you had for Maggi noodles as a kid? How your mouth’d water at the sight of them sinful smoodles in the TV commercials? There’s nothing in the world like burying your face in a bunch of them. Oooooh! They bounce, they swing, and they sweep you off your feet! And why do they always move in slow motion? Damn!
- Black & White pictures. Nothing like them man. Want a makeover? Try your picture in BW!
- Himalayas! If you’ve been there, you’ll know exactly what I mean. I f you’ve not, go there! Pronto!
- Acoustic guitar. Ever wonder why the most listened to Nirvana tracks are the Unplugged ones? Oh not because those are the mp3s you have. Acoustic rocks man! It’s just so positive, so uplifting. Even with sorrow or dismay, it’s got a certain grace. Maybe like a woman. But there’s something about it man.
- Black the colour. Anywhere. Everywhere. It’s the colour to have, the one to be in. Every other colour has “significance”. Black, is just “there”.
- Typewriters. Yeah baby! Old, peeling, bent, yellow, olive green, red, whatever, if you have one, you’ve got pride written in QWERTY! Even better if it’s not written in QWERTY!
- Short skirts. Ahem, need I say more?
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!
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
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!!
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!!
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