Cat: Where are you going? Alice: Which way should I go? Cat: That depends on where you are going. Alice: I don’t know. Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go. Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
Yeah, this is the most stupid post inspired by the video on your right. But what happens to us in the shower? Or is it just me? If they tell you I’ve gone berserk, please present these shower-tweets to the doc!
I think human memory is quirky, complicated, and unreliable. I have a problem with socks. I never remember what, where, why and how. They’re always an odd number; meaning there’s always a pair that misplaced the wifey or hubby. Yet, where do all the missing socks go? Sometimes, in my life, I have this feeling that I’d like to go there and stay there forever. I … More Where do all the missing socks go?
Diary entry April 30: Before actions spoke louder than words – maybe when Zinjathropus was hanging out with her cool, recently evolved Australopithecus boyfie – i wouldn’t ponder hard over this man who noisily slams his right knuckle into his left palm before engaging in demeaning throat slashing gestures when i pass by his mobile … More You are what you eat, remember?
I now believe cats dream they’re humans. I mean, the way you dream you are the princess and I’m the knight in shining armor. Yeah. Or how do they just blurt out those human baby wails in these wee hours? It must be some real drama outside my crib; call it “The Purrfect Show”. I … More Cats and humans
Remember me saying how I loath these self help books ages ago here? I don’t know why, but self-help books bruise my ego by their 20th page. So I end up not reading the whole thing; just a pleasure-hunting skim-through that’s enough to convince me that I’ve split the author’s brains. Lol, but I do … More Self-Help what?
It’s Friday again? Wow! This Friday I shot out of bed like a stray bullet, that is, with no plans and leaving a wake of damage of my bedding. Bits of chicken on the table that I’d left over at supper’s were silently cajoling my heart; you know how convincing a beautiful birdie can give … More Friday the 31st!
So now let’s blurt out as if every Friday is a Good Friday. Fridays are ideal for pro-caffinating, which simply is an alloy of procrastinating and coffee. We’ll do the rest on Monday. On Fridays, we don’t care if it’s got caramel, whether it’s whipped, frufru’d, frapped or macchiato’d or just plain caffeine; we just need the caffeine! It’s as if i’m preparing you for a hectic brain activity, but, heck, no. It’s because that coffee shouldn’t slumber on those shelves till Monday. Monday is another week, a new one, with new things ie: new coffee. So, do this before you leave the office: drink that evening mug of coffee, show the empty mug after you gulp its contents to the IT guy and scream, “hey, i just installed JAVA”, then leave the office feeling awesome as if you’ll have another day between Friday And Saturday. … More Friday the 24th!
Sleep: What a sleepy job!
Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them. Problem is, half of me hates sleep so much that when I once slept so well recently, I had a dream I was awake and I woke up to find myself asleep. I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting. … More Sleep? What a sleepy job!
Have you ever wondered what you are? The tricky part here is that looking in the mirror can be tough. But lately, that’s gotten easier as I’ve discovered a new type of mirror: These 50 great random quiz.. … More It’s 50 questions time!