Thin girls hate mirrors too

A skinny girl in a department store will sigh

"Everything's too large, nothing in my size"

To the kids section maybe they must go

But to the innocence there, they'll say no.

Fat girls will look into mirrors

With mind, chiselling away flabby horrors

Thin girls sigh at the angles

At stick arms that can't even support bangles

Clothes as tight as can be

Padded bras to show there's something to see

Anything to stimulate a hint of curves

Yes, our skinniness gets on our nerves

Everyone knows them guys like curvy girls

36-24-36 is what we aspire to be

To gain weight we chomp on cheese curls

Oh screw the guys, lets love me for me

-Skinny Chick.

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A stupid little something I wrote during the seminar on Saturday. I like the idea behind it, even though the poesie itself is crap.

Bond girls

Isn't it just BEAUTIFUL? THIS is art, man. I'd borrowed For Your Eyes Only, and I was entranced by the cover. From this lot, my favourite by far is Casino Royale.

llustrator Michael Gillette was hired to produce 14 paintings for each of the 14 covers.

Thank me later

How I Met Your Mother Season 5 Episode 1, for those who haven't already seen it.

http://www.himymepisodes.com/season-5/season-5-episode-1-definitions

you're welcome.

Lost

I've lost my phone. In a cab, I believe.

I'll get a duplicate SIM soon, but I must be stuck with an old phone belonging to my aunt till December. :(

Yes, my contacts are all gone, now starts the slow process of getting them all back......

Hangover

They say you talk too much when you're drunk. They say you do stupid things.

They say the whole truth comes out in that inebriated state.

No one knows that better than me....Kids, know your limits. Trust me on this one.

It started out as a great night. Fun, with good friends, great food, good music, and the vodka. Then they decided to play 'I never'. When it came around to me, I raised my glass.

"I never ever..." I paused to think of something I've never ever done.

And that's all I remember.

I woke up the next morning in the bedroom, with a very hazy image of a scream. That was all. I staggered out into the living room and was met with stony stares.

Silence all around.

I hadn't caught on yet. Nursing my aching head, I muttered, "Hey, I can't remember shit. What HAPPENED last night?"

Silence. All I saw, through the redness and the hammering in my head, were accusing looks.

"O-kaaaaaaaaaaaay....."

Now I was worried. Even with the massive hangover I could see that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. I'd said something, hadn't I? Last night? Had I done something...? No. Calm. Think.

"Guys? Please help me out here...? What'd I do? I said something stupid, didn't I?"

A disgusted snort, someone I held very dear left the room.

Now I could feel their stares burn me. Their contempt-filled eyes seemed to strip through to my soul.

That can sober you up REALLY fast. A great hangover cure, but may you never have to take it.

And then I knew. I'd done something that wasn't just stupid. I'd done something that showed everyone the core inside the nice-guy exterior, the coldness of my deepest soul. Something so horrific it could not be comprehended by the devil himself.

I just didn't know what it was. And, what's worse, no one would tell me.

What did I do? What ELSE could I do? I changed and left. I went home, slept it off, and hoped it would blow over soon.

But it didn't. The guys at that party told everyone they knew. Now my whole school knows. And a few other schools too.

But not me.

Kids, from that day, I've stuck to one drink at a time.

But what difference does it make?

I have no one left to drink with.

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Bit of fiction I wrote a couple of months ago.....errr, lemme say it again, THIS IS FICTION. so don't get all worried and stuff.

Bombay is huge. That's an understatement....Bombay might be a miniscule little reclaimed island clinging desperately to the west coast of India (like a leech onto a hiker's leg, like....a foetus to the womb), but by sheer volume of humanity, Bombay is colossal.

So when I randomly bump into someone I knew from my previous life, when I least expect it, it's a little more special than it should be.

When I'm feeling low, I should just remember this....

The sound of the sea will help me. Always.

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yeah, i'm not writing too much these days...I'm just...tired.

I wonder why they say that peer pressure drives one to smoke....If I ever started, it'd be when I was alone, out of the loneliness of my soul. To try and fill the gaping hole.

I haven't bothered trying, because I know it wouldn't help.

The Inkers

Today, I learned that tattoo artists are always fun to talk to. My friend wants to get a tattoo for her birthday, so I trailed around Bandra with her, doing the rounds of Shoryuken and Al's, to check prices.

Today I also reaffirmed that tattoos are bad on the budget.

Sitting in Shoryuken, I comtemplated. I'm too scared of pain to get a tattoo, of course, and bony so it'd hurt like hell. But if I did....it'd be a black cat.

I was sketching it, something similar to the pic below, only a little rounder.

Later, the dude showed me an even better design, curved dagger-like lines forming the outline of a buxom, rounded cat. It was perfect. Was it already done, I asked. Possibly.

Dammit. I want something unique.

Of course, that is assuming I work up the guts (and the money) to get inked. Maybe, like my friend, I could save up and do it as an 18th bday gift to myself....