Top 10 things on my random hate list

1. My Birthday.
2. No flowers on Valentines Day.
3. Endings. Goodbyes. Exits.
4. Little light brown cockroaches with black strips in old refrigerators.
5. Men scratching their crotch while walking, talking, eating and well just scratching at random as if they will misplace their balls if they don’t do that.
6. Top ten list of hottest women in the world.
7. Tentacles of flying big brown cockroaches
8. People grossing out when you use the word tatti.
9. Smilies in E-mails.
10. Top ten lists.
11. 7th floor.
12. Meaningful smiles. Wink winks…
13. My obsession about being obsessed with almost anything.
14. Humor check box on my space/ orkut/ and the likes.

The track mass murderers listen to before going trigger happy…

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

There's a land, that I heard of once,

In a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue

And the dreams

That you dare to dream

Really do come true

Some day, I'll wish upon a star,

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops,

Way up above the chimney tops

Thats where you'll find me

I know somewhere over the rainbow

The blue birds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow

Why then, oh why can't I

Hate is good for health

Hate and active hate at that, keeps you mentally keen. Your acumen rises astronomically as you devise devious schemes. It is better if you have it oriented towards a particular person. It raises objectivity and morphs into a physical shape that gives you heart burn whenever you see “the one” walking, talking, laughing, snickering, doodling, flipping pen while thinking… oh! you will hate that site. Blame everything on them and hold them responsible for your missing the 8.20 local. And as you try to invent new ways to outdo your foe, your brains will run faster than Ben Johnson on track.
Hate will also keep you physically active as you will get maximum neck exercises craning to hear what “the one” is up to. I can go on and on about the benefits of hate, the space will run short… therefore in nutshell hate is great for your health. Maybe I will rant on it further… maybe a discourse on group hate, where the object of your hate are a bunch of giggly bimbos and gigolos who park their arses on the arms of chair when they can have the complete chair to sit on. Or bimbos who pack up like hyenas to go to Loo and practically invite every female in the office to join in their odyssey to The Loo.

Why do I love to hate?

Hate gives me sense of equanimity and perfect answers to random questions in no particular order –
Why do men like bimbos?
Why is my cold coffee hot ‘n’ hot coffee cold?
Why do old people shrink?
How the bimbo in 7th cubicle had an appraisal 4th time this year?
Why the fat lady elbows me out to the best pair in shoe sale?
Why don’t I get front seat on the top of the double Decker bus?



And etc, etc…
I feel hate and not love is the solution to all our miseries.
Hate provides the best and logical answers.