Friday, November 25, 2005

se7en

finally, i am getting my due. so what if i had to beg for it? here goes with the list of seven-things:

Seven things I plan to do
1. swim with dolphins. yes, i know, very chicken-soup-for-the-soul, but they don't even have to be dolphins anymore; belugas, turtles, or even otters will do. or best of all, dory.
2. bake bread. seriously, how cool would that be? i also plan on it being very good bread.
3. be part of a play. especially a part that has to get up on stage and stand in the limelight and speak as though i had something beautiful and true to say.
4. floss. someday this will happen.
5. figure out calculus. i refuse to be intimidated by irrational fears or fractions.
6. pick my battles. there just aren't enough rocks.
7. kick someone in the balls. sooner than later. testicles of the world have some serious backpedalling to do.

Seven things I can't do
1. talk sense to a friend who's feeling impulsive. i will always say, buy it!
2. keep it simple. it's a congenital thing, i cannot cannot cannot get down to brass tacks or pick the grain from the pretty chaff or see articles in their inherent im/balance. it's always diamonds and rust with me.
3. tell a joke to save my life. this is why i only pick jokes that are air-tight, bullet-proof brilliant; jokes that don't really need a middleman.
4. raise a goldfish. they have a fabulous talent for dying around me.
5. tell the difference between those three boys on 'life as we know it'.
6. divide up a tab without feeling the cheek-flaming urge to pay more than my share. yoda says, i soon better learn.
7. not watch the old tom and jerry. the chair could be on fire, wild horses could strain till their shoes melted, amitabh bachchan himself could be in the room, and i'd still be glued. do you remember the one where jerry's nephew sings alouette? the two mouseketeers. can i just please die?

Seven things I say quite often
1. nonsense. this is a recent acquisition thanks to a youngster who clearly has a bad influence on me.
2. can i please eat you up? people usually say no, which is just plain rude.
3. jee-jus. from another young acquaintance and it's more effective when she said it because of her hijab. as for the jee-jus, it's offensive, but i promise, it's never ever in vain.
4. babboo or variations thereof. there are very few problems in the world that cannot be solved with a well-placed variation thereof.
5. shut up. no really, shut up.
6. no! i am very credulous. why, sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
7. aww. and i always mean it.

what fun, i want to get on again! i hereby tag bu.
also, yay what fun!

Thursday, November 24, 2005

what does a person have to do to get tagged around here?

seriously, what? i'll do it, however degrading and vile and smelly, i will do it. just please someone, tag me for this seven thing. i could go ahead and do it anyway, but there's no dignity in that. does the world not want to know random things about me in batches of seven? :(

Sunday, November 20, 2005

why i weep when i read the onion

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

followup

oleman is doing good since he found a way to avoid my father altogether. he doesn't sleep in the garage anymore. well, not much anyway. now he sleeps in the backyard under my window. and he seems to have adjusted well.

this is him being rudely woken by a nosy photographer. notice the blur that is his tail. how can you not love dogs? how is this possible?














and this is him coming over shy.














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