Friday, February 04, 2011

These

I’ve been afraid of this word doc. It’s blank and it’s staring me in the face. Like ‘Haha! You want to write something on your dam blog, but I won’t let you to!’ I’ve been seriously wanting to scrap, but I don’t know what to talk about.

Speaking of scrap, I recently deleted my orkut account. I was afraid I’ll accidentally delete something important. But then again, it’s Orkut yaar. What more did I lose, other than just a space on the web.

I remember the days of orkut. Random people checking out random photos. People wanting to make ‘friendship’ and people peeing on your wall (Happens even now on facebook… but not as shoddily and shamelessly as it used to happen on Orkut)

But it’s over and done with. I have committed Orkutish Suicide.

How bored does a man have to get to commit online suicide?

I deleted my orkut coz someone reminded me of something that was written on it. And it was actually spam. And I for one don’t want anyone to actually think I have written that shit. Next thing you know I got the FBI after my ass.

Female Body Inspector

I HATE CORNY T-Shirts. And I hate people who want to wear corny T-shirts like they didn’t see it before picking it themselves /accepting one from someone.

Fat obese guy: Think Big
Guy who looks like a Banana Vendor: I was made for you baby.
Guy who resembles a Sweeper: Am I hot or what?

Free ka maal hai that doesn’t mean you go about wearing it.

And it’s not just the guys. Have you seen that stupid thing some women in Mumbai wear which says ‘I have a face above these’

(I don’t care if you have a face. I don’t want to stare at your Tee thinking what a fool you are while you wonder …..Oh why is he looking at my ‘these’?)