Uninspired

I don't feel particularly inspired as I write this entry. I feel listless, grumpy, lazy and annoyed all at the same time: not exactly a foundation for my usual *random whimsy.*

Nothing particularly interesting has happened to me in the past few days...Hmmm. Except maybe for the Oktober fest I attended at the German Club in Makati, along with a few AF people and Sir Mata. Yep. Interesting, maybe...Inspiring? Not really.

So what exactly inspires me? What makes me feel energetic, happy, dilligent and content?

• The beach. Uh...Let's see...Vinyl flooring underneath me, not sand; fluorescent lights above me, not the sun; air-conditioner, not balmy sea breezes. Nope. Definitely not inspiring.
  
  
• A good book. Aside from P.S. I Love You by Cecilia Ahern (READ IT! It's charming.), I haven't done much good reading lately (blogs don't really count as books, do they?).
  
  
• Good food. Temporary inspiration. After pigging out on my favorite food, I feel the fat settling on my hips and I'm just left feeling digusted about my lack of self-restraint.
  

Taking the list into consideration, it's no wonder why it's impossible for me to be inspired in the office. Tuh. It inspires me to go home, that's what it does.

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The trip home is an experience that presents different inspirations. Of course, there's the *happy thought* that I'm only a few hours away from home (yes, it's takes me at LEAST an hour and a half just to get home). Then there's this nightmare called *rush hour* that I have learned to tolerate by taking in the *excitement* of what's happening around me. That goes to show you how pathetic I am: I think driving along EDSA is exciting.

Thoughts while driving along EDSA (North-bound):

• #1 Thought: GRABE, ang traffic. (no duh!)
  
• Sana nagMRT nalang ako.
  
• Hmmm...That girl in the Pancake House billboard (the one near Estrella) looks a lot like Mumty...
  
• Buti nalang hindi ako nagMRT (after catching a glimpse of the sardine can they call the train). Otherwise, I'll be stuck staring at a sweaty man's armpit all the way from Buendia to Shaw.
  
• Wow, ang ganda ni Claudine Barretto dun sa bagong billboard ng Folded and Hung (BIG improvement from her *I'm-a-sun-goddess* pic from before)
  
• I want to watch the BOND CONCERT!!! (insert feeling of self-pity here)
  
• GRABE, ang traffic (second realization as I reach the crest of the Guadalupe bridge, and see the red lights stretching up to Boni)
  
• I wonder whose kids are those? They're so pretty! (upon glimpsing the Gingersnaps billboard on Guadalupe Bridge.)
  
• What a waste of space. (in passing the Robinsons Apartelle building near Boni)
  
• The traffic will probably let up when I pass Crossing.
  
• Crossing. The traffic will hopefully let up when I pass MegaMall.
  
• MegaMall. Oh, screw it. (At this point, I give up on EDSA and turn into the road leading to ADB Avenue)

After many more swear words later...

HOME. FINALLY.
Home. There's no place like it.
If only I can stay home and veg out whenever I feel like it...Just like the old days. *sigh*
College has spoiled me.