22 Ways To Kill Time

WARNING : PRACTISING THIS LIFESTYLE MAYBE INJURIOUS TO HEALTH

22. Look busy. Nobody but you should know that you are actually wasting time.

21. Switch on the television and change channels as rapidly as you can. Its an art. You'll soon get used to it

20. Sleep. The ultimate and most rewarding way to spend time

19. Watch your favourite movie again

18. Visit your school community on orkut and send an 'add as a friend' request to the people you hardly knew back then

17. Comment on the worthless, good for nothing 'activities' people do on facebook

16. Visit the most expensive garment shop in the mall, try out all the clothes and come back without buying anything

15. Make a plan for tomorrow. It is always best to be well prepared

14. Doodle

13. Daydream

12. Write a song

11. Make paper planes

10. Plan a holiday

09. Execute the plan

08. Send a 'Whats up' sms to a friend

07. Gossip

06. Cook something

05. Clean the mess you created in the kitchen after cooking

04. Convince someone to eat what you have cooked

03. Memorize the lyrics of the latest song

02. Read someone else's blog

01. Start your own blog and get people to read it

Comments

oh,its her again! said…
good one

trust me I do each and everyone of those things except cooking!

writing this blog is a very original idea!!! the best part is it doesnt take a lot to try out nething on that list.

the top ranker on ur list is my fav
7:39 AM
Vinaya said…
Wat ?! u make paper planes ? u memorize lyrics of the latest song ? you must be really jobless !
LOL!!!
6:00 AM
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