Some people just leave me with a bad taste in my mouth.
To them, I'd like to say, I pity you. I pity you for what you have become. I pity you for all the bitterness you carry with you. I pity you for the arrogance you need to deal with the bitterness.
For your sake, I hope there is no such thing as karma. For your sake, I hope what goes around doesn't come around.
Because if it does, then you're in for quite a beating.
Thursday, 28 February 2008
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Ass Like That
Southways has been doing some recycling from her old blog, and I thought it was a good idea. This is something I wrote a long time ago, 2 years back, in my very first blog.
I check out people's asses.. ya ya i know, almost every one does that.. But i can actually arrive at a fairly good approximation of a person's character just by looking at their ass. In fact I have this whole theory that I 'm trying to test. Is it a person's ass that determines his/her character or is it that their ass is shaped by their character?? I know its a little hard to digest but trust me, there really is some correlation .. i don't know which direction the relation runs that's what i'm trying to find out.. AND PLEASE NOTE THAT I VIEW THESE ASSES CLOTHES, not naked... just so that you don't think i'm some kind of twisted pervert..
let me elaborate.. have you noticed men with these flabby , yet barely there, sort of asses.. their ass is small but noticeable.. well they're usually the creepy kind.. or not very reliable.. but if a man has no ass, completely flat, then there's two possible conclusions. They're either a lot of fun to be with, intelligent, happy go lucky or they're the really irresponsible sort.. It'll be either of these two extremes. And if the guy has this really neat little ass that sort of makes it seem like the trousers were tailored for him , its definitely a good sign.. Usually the quiet , well organised sort..
There are lots more in between cases. I still haven't perfected it but I have a lot of faith in it...
I check out people's asses.. ya ya i know, almost every one does that.. But i can actually arrive at a fairly good approximation of a person's character just by looking at their ass. In fact I have this whole theory that I 'm trying to test. Is it a person's ass that determines his/her character or is it that their ass is shaped by their character?? I know its a little hard to digest but trust me, there really is some correlation .. i don't know which direction the relation runs that's what i'm trying to find out.. AND PLEASE NOTE THAT I VIEW THESE ASSES CLOTHES, not naked... just so that you don't think i'm some kind of twisted pervert..
let me elaborate.. have you noticed men with these flabby , yet barely there, sort of asses.. their ass is small but noticeable.. well they're usually the creepy kind.. or not very reliable.. but if a man has no ass, completely flat, then there's two possible conclusions. They're either a lot of fun to be with, intelligent, happy go lucky or they're the really irresponsible sort.. It'll be either of these two extremes. And if the guy has this really neat little ass that sort of makes it seem like the trousers were tailored for him , its definitely a good sign.. Usually the quiet , well organised sort..
There are lots more in between cases. I still haven't perfected it but I have a lot of faith in it...
Monday, 4 February 2008
Songs & Memories
Since I've been so out of things to write about, I made up a tag of my own. A tag to list songs and memories I attach with them.
'All I want is a room somewhere' from My Fair Lady takes me back almost twenty years. Junior school singing competition. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach and the eyes of our Physical Ed sir, who incidentally was one of the judges, drilling a hole into me.
'Jesus Loves me This I Know For the Bible Tells me So' reminds me of Monday morning assembly. How we consistently ruined the song, dragging it out and singing it oh-so flat...
Scatman's World & Sleeping Child reminds me of school and our excursion to Delhi. Yellow scarves, piles of sweaters and an extremely noisy bus. And there was all the tension of who's sitting with who, which gang is cooler, which boy is hitting on which girl...
James Taylor reminds me of my father. We've never needed a music system in the car.
Nirvana & Led Zeppelin reminds me of College and my forays into the world of nicotine and more.
Beatles makes me nostalgic about college and our graduation dinner. We were all huddled together in a cab and headed to some pub, very drunk and very happy and singing 'nothing's gonna change my world' like we really meant it.
'All I want is a room somewhere' from My Fair Lady takes me back almost twenty years. Junior school singing competition. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach and the eyes of our Physical Ed sir, who incidentally was one of the judges, drilling a hole into me.
'Jesus Loves me This I Know For the Bible Tells me So' reminds me of Monday morning assembly. How we consistently ruined the song, dragging it out and singing it oh-so flat...
Scatman's World & Sleeping Child reminds me of school and our excursion to Delhi. Yellow scarves, piles of sweaters and an extremely noisy bus. And there was all the tension of who's sitting with who, which gang is cooler, which boy is hitting on which girl...
James Taylor reminds me of my father. We've never needed a music system in the car.
Nirvana & Led Zeppelin reminds me of College and my forays into the world of nicotine and more.
Beatles makes me nostalgic about college and our graduation dinner. We were all huddled together in a cab and headed to some pub, very drunk and very happy and singing 'nothing's gonna change my world' like we really meant it.
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