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How to avoid a best seller, a breaking news and yet another how to

To begin this post with 'we all know..' is crime. The simple netizen I am, I live a simple life, not in a hole, but you'll definitely not find me in the cacophony of loud thought experts.

"Where would you find a book on maid retention?"
Some words in life are just priceless and the moments are worth sharing.
a- the lady thought I was a store attendant - I need to shower on Sundays
b- in my trash can

Simple as I sound, I'm a very complex person, complex - not complicated. I love my own mess.
While at work, dug deep in my thoughts on the next campaign, thinking of the best chocolate makers in the city, checking their website, draw inspiration for a new design idea, bubbling with energy overflow, I block my head over 'how to ensure your website has the best design', 'how to get the best designs', 'how to figure where to get the best designs'.

The sheer volume of word salad.

Words that never seem to make sense, even today, are coming together. The time-space continuum has far gone beyond man's own imagination.

Though I got carried away, distracted, lost, irritated at the loss of my original thoughts, I'm happy to find the limitlessness of my brain power.

Maid retention all the way I say!

Comments

brainstorm said…
like the line 'limitlessness of brain power'. I imagine being limitless and is the best feeling brain ever gave to us...
March 13, 2012 at 10:18 AM
robin said…
Yea, and how we all love that! thanks for the comment Sandip :) can't wait to see your blog!
March 13, 2012 at 10:54 AM
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