not that free like i used to be once in all those sunday mornings.... workin’ part time as an alarm clock these days..... obviously an honorary service!! thought of doin’ some hardwork..... thought of makin’ some breakfast. corn flakes are the best i could have thought of.... for that’s the only think i can make for breakfast.... for you only have to pour it over. n’ it was pretty tough..... to have such a precise aim of pourin’ each flake right in the bowl.... some of them did manage to miss the target..... but it was an overall good raid.
so neil young was tellin’ me about the “Inca Queen” while i was havin’ my most thought provokin’ breakfast. called madhatter after that while he confirmed that my voice was cheerful..... n’ mind you not girlish..... my voice is not girlish. damn! n’ i told him it was pretty obvious...... everyone becomes cheerful after havin’ corn flakes.... not everybody knows that.... but still... it’s unknowingly obvious.
conclusion: cheerfulness (a.k.a. happiness) is pretty cheap. comes in the form of sealed packets n’ costs me 75 bucks!!!
p.s. thought for the last three days what passerby55 means.... could think of nothin’.... it’s not actually true..... actually thought of a lot of things...... but none of them made sense. actually even this is not true..... each of them made sense to me..... but i was pretty sure it won’t make much to anyone else.
is it about some friend whom you find very rarely.... “Who doesn’t care where you’ve been.... Or who you are or what you’ve done. Just believes you’re special, a someone.”?
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- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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:P. yeh bhi nehi kar sakte thik se
:P.... can you???
interesting conclusion...i have never liked cornflakes though
really?...then how often do you find yourself cheerful??
yesssssssss. i can.
I like sunday mornings ...
"that’s the only think i can make for breakfast"....
Try something that u think you cannot make..... esp. on sunday mornings....its fun!!!!
the most difficult proposition is to meet the sunday morning.... it's usually sunday afternoon that i somehow see.
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