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Mythbusters- Well this was surprising!

So there's a show on TV(unaware if it shows in India) that aims to bust or confirm modern day myths. I was reading up on whether is it truly necessary to wash the tops cans of soda to prevent possible death from rat piss. Yes, it's a disgusting thought, but more than it being disgusting I was wondering if there was any truth to it. I mean, you were probably not aware of it till I just told you, and probably have drunk a huge number of soda cans too. And you didn't die... Now that I have your curiousity:

Find below the myth and the conclusion...


Drinking from a can of soda on which a rat has urinated can be fatal, due to pathogens contained in the urine.


Adam and Jamie began with a control sample of 1,000 cans, cleaning their tops and turning a pack of rats loose for 90 minutes to urinate on them. They discovered that the urine would fluoresce under black light, then collected 1,000 cans from various locations and storage areas around San Francisco. To their su…


Hi, I've been waiting for you. Yes you, because you know who you are, stalking my photos, my blog and everything else, that has me. But it's not me that you're after, it's the one that you love, right. You're so mad, that he didn't stay. When you should be mad, that you couldn't keep him. Or rather you should be mad because you never realized that he did not belong to you.

You're so mad, you've turned a favor into a debt. You watch him to see if you've damaged him, the one place you can. You run around throwing hissy fits, telling the world that it was all his fault. Guess what the world really thinks? You were lucky to have him, you are unlucky to have lost him and that is a pity. So they give you a shoulder to cry on, give you tissue to wipe your snot off but really, no one's buying the story.

And while you bloop to the world about the charity work you're doing, about the God you've found, and the lives you have changed... Remember …


I had some trouble falling asleep last night, and through some random surfing I came across this site. It's interesting to note that I have been diagnosed with SAD- Seasonal Affective Disorder. I laughed at first, but maybe this is true. I've been working late afternoon shifts for two weeks now, and well, I haven't seen much of the sun. I enjoy the sun, definitely more than I like the cold.. It seems to me, a vacation is inevitable. To the beach side.. btw, did you know that this actually existed?

Disorder Your Score

Major Depression: Moderate
Dysthymia: High
Bipolar Disorder: Very Slight
Cyclothymia: Slight-Moderate
Seasonal Affective Disorder: Very High
Postpartum Depression: …

What is in it for her.

The picture of the girl who's turning a year older is never pretty. It stops being anything to look forward to, after the age of 21. At some point, this turns ugly. Not because she's afraid to look at the mirror and acknowledge the age. But because she can hear in the background the voice of her mother, screaming at her, telling her her time will run out soon.

There are few that give their daughters lee way to come to terms with the experiences of their hearts. Maybe they don't feel they trust men, maybe they are not ready for marriage. Two foreign concepts for the woman of yesterday. Along with not wanting to take leave or spend the time it takes to sift through profiles and profiles of men, after long days of work. Not to mention, stand in front of families of people in a sari, looking like a picture of serenity.

And at work, regardless of the long list of men that she runs to, in order to be that perfect Indian daughter, none are to be dated and well, if the woman of yest…