A Bored Person's Coffee-Induced Madness

So yes... so bored once again... As usual.
Have you people ever noticed that I get bored so easily? (Yes, Ron, I know you've mentioned that I always sound bored hehehe)

I think the coffee I just had is giving me mad cravings of dropping everything and going carousing around the globe. I'm feeling the urge to check my bank account right now just to see if I have enough money for the fare lol. Have the Nescafe people been adding something other than caffeine to their products? ^^;

~Sigh~ Really... I'm twiddling my thumbs right now. Although there are a lot of things that need doing. This whole July I have been nothing but restless.

...Crap! I just realized, I've been restless since I landed a job in my current company. But now that I think about it, it seems that my restlessness has come in highs and lows, sumasabay sa mood sa office of course. Right now, though, it's right up there on the scale... =(

Anyone care to donate plane tickets to Europe?... I'd love you to pieces if you do ^__^

Uh-oh... uh-oh... the soft sheets of the bed are calling to me... I can hear them so clearly...

I should go stick my head in the refrigerator... Hopefully that would effectively muffle out these urges I'm having... and I can find something to eat instead!

Neko no Namae

Came upon this poem flipping through websites today. Kinda cute ^_^


The Naming of Cats
T. S. Eliot - The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

It isn't just one of your holiday games;

You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,

Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--

All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,

Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--

But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,

A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,

Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,

Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,

Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-

Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there's still one name left over,

And that is the name that you never will guess;

The name that no human research can discover--

But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular NAME.

Pre-week Update and Premonition (What a boring title!)

Three-day weekend just past... spent on catching up on most things that I've been letting left undone. Reading mostly. Amazing how I haven't been doing much of that lately.

First day of the workweek today and miraculously, I didn't come in late as I usually do. The threat of getting a suspension because of my numerous and consecutive late arrivals the past months is definitely working wonders on my body clock. Now I'm able to wake up and keep awake at 4:30 in the morning ^_^

So this foreboding week is off to a start. I sense I'll be needing lots of extra handkerchiefs and rolls of tissue before this week ends. And I think everyone else will, too.

Crappy Reflections on Greatness on a Monday Morning

There are days that it just hits you in big bold letters... YOU ARE NOTHING BUT ORDINARY!

It's what most of us fear... THE thing that most of us don't want to be. So we wear outrageous clothes... and come up with concepts like INDIVIDUALITY... and try to reach and achieve more than we can... and maybe even the reason why we look for God in our lives.

It's all because of that struggle, that scampering to be different, to be unique... to be great even.

But maybe there are just some people who are meant to be great... who are given the opportunity to make a difference. Or maybe it's those people who believe they are meant for great things that do make it out of the shadows of anonymity.

Why am I thinking about this? I don't know. Maybe it's the going to the office everyday, doing the same mundane tasks, going home to the same nights of television and books, sleeping with the same expectations of tomorrow as you had today... It makes you think... Is this all there is to it?

No, I have no ambitions of being great (though I don't think it would be such a bad experience ^_^). I've stopped any predilections for world domination some time in high school... and all my ambitions have gone downhill to mediocrity since then. I'm someone who knows full well how ordinary I am. And I don't feel that destiny, the world, God or whoever is in charge of such things, would be slapping me into situations of potential greatness any time soon. Somewhat disappointing... but I don't really mind, I guess.

Like I said, sometimes it just hits you in big bold letters... and then you just have to wonder... is this all there is to it? Maybe yes, maybe not... but if there's one thing I've learned and am continuing to learn... you've got to learn to be happy with what you have and what you are now. You'll only be hurting yourself otherwise.

Today is a curious melding of sorrow and anticipation, fear and determination, self-doubt and inspiration, uncertainty and constants, excitement and calm, self-discovery and alienation...

It's a &*$@+ day! And I'm still in the middle of it... And I just know tomorrow and the next tomorrow (hehehe) will be worse.