How ? Or Should I Say Why?

Late night:

Not many friends, i have. I’m not good with communication, communication in modern days, i would say. Never was. As i always had and still have mix feelings about that and writing this on a Monday night(2.49 am) at my blog, makes me feel its gonna be the same in upcoming days too.

As I added a  new friend in my Msn Messenger account today, i found her alias with a short status. It says > ‘Friday- Probably asleep since’. I’ve known her for about an year or so.

Frida, her name is (not named after the Frida Kalho but she is into art); sounds same as ‘Fredag’ meaning Friday in Swedish. probably she has something to do with a Friday I thought. I liked it the moment i saw it before even realizing the t-h-i-n-g-s in there!

Now Sunday is an ordinary day, isn’t it? To me, it was ; like the rest of them. Well, it still is but something changed in my mind after listening to ‘Gloomy Sunday‘ recently, probably 2/3 years ago. First i heard the Billi Holiday version of it .

Later i read about the original version without the pop flick in it. I have this t-h-i-n-g with Sundays since. something gloomy I recon. well, that’s how my head tricks me! so seeing her messenger status, happens this >

dominating ego: nice!
alter ego1: such simple words, wonderful. wish i could have something like this in my messenger status!
dominating ego: nice and appealing.
alter ego2: why do i always want to copy other people’s things? why am i not unique?
alter ego1: why do i always have this sick thoughts? i mean, if u like it, do it.  if u don’t want to do it, then shut up!
dominating ego: (with a fake loud laughter) HAHAHA , ferdous u are a sick fuck, u know that?
alter ego3: did she born on a Friday? which day did I born? probably on a bloody Wednesday! Or, may be on a Saturday! Anything but a Sunday, for sure! i know i am not cool.

I don’t know what else they talked among themselves, might they have dismissed or just melted within each other ; as i approached the computer calender…

I was born on the 7th April in 1985. It seems it was a Sunday.

: well that makes u pretty unique i guess.

: oh! u stupid idiot! everybody is special! do u by any chance know how many people were born on a Sunday and how many passed away before even there was a sunday!

: ha! how empty, meaningless and full of shit your thoughts are, do u realize ? no, seriously,, do u?

: alright alright ! enough! i can not control my thoughts! no body can! they just keep coming this way. do I have to be ashamed of that now?  fuck it! I’m gonna write about it in my blog!

: AAAHAHAHAHA ! yes ,do that ! shame on u, u r such a disguise.  Just, before  you actually write about this, think how full of shit she will think you are !

: i don’t care…….she doesn’t have to know !

: oh! u disguise !

Oh! should i also tell you about the thing with her cat ?

Earlier Today:

Yesterday! Or maybe day before that ! was that a Sunday?  Hahaha, seriously, it really was. i didn’t know until right now while i’m writing this very sentence. Doesn’t mean anything. I had a thought somewhere around the day i remember. it was about a cat. well, not just a cat. It had one of those  strange, out-of-no-where kind of way >

what would happen if i had a cat,

and fall for a girl who pets a rat !

So this evening , as i was talking to this friend of mine , Frida, she pops up her cell phone and shows me  a picture of a cat. Black-Brown striped cat as i remember now, healthy cat. she says, she got it few days ago from someone. ‘wait a minute’, i said and then some fellows talk and shout and discuss with each-other in my head until they melt into a  sane sounding obvious kind of sentence  and i add, ‘how is that working for Alice ? ‘Ofcourse, I keep them separate’, with a glimpse of smile in her face she replies.

Alice has been Frida’s pet for a while. A rat.

Now:

Its 6.19 in the morning now. I should get some sleep , I’m working today. Where is my Marlboro pack? That Red-White pack…