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I'm a self-absorbed Bengali-Torontonian; Fish comes to me raw, wrappend in seaweed, not cooked in curry; I love watching thunderstorms and rain; Sad endings make more sense to me than happy ones; I hate empty walls.
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Craving of the week- Dark Chocolate
Reading List- Midnight's Children
Movie review(out of 5)- 127 hours- *****
Buried- ****
That Girl in Yellow Boots- **
Love of the week- Seeing James Franco
Aim for the weekend- Watch 'Going Postal' The Movie
Have you ever noticed the number of cigarette butts scattered on the streets/sidewalks/bushes/trees/squirrels of Toronto?
It hit me when I counted three times more butts around this particular cigarette butt-stop than in.
Generally Torontonians (speaking broadly and not including the bums on the street) are good about throwing their trash in the proper bins. Some angelic ones even venture further and find the correct recycle bins. But as far as cigarette butts go, people could be literally standing 5 feet away from the trash can/butt stops and still throw it on the ground and put it out with their shoes. There has to be something in the psychology of smoking that makes you want to carelessly pollute your surroundings along with your insides. Or it could be about refusing to follow rules. Or something? Is there gender bias? Anyone studying this?
Nyway, I was waiting at the bus stop by the hospital yesterday and with nothing better to do, I started giving mental-evil-eye at the guy smoking next to me, daring him to flick it on the ground. He got the point after a while. He walked over to the other side of the steet and finished his smoking. Damn. May you have dreams of being chased by burning butts ! HA. There. I showed him.
1 Comments:
hahahaah guess evil eyes and mind waves do work!
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