That's Incredible!

Imagine this. Your final paper is due in 4 weeks. The completion of your bachelor degree hangs in the balance. Your lovelife sucks more than your mom's new vacuum cleaner on spring cleaning. Cash? What cash? Then on the third day of the first week, some asshole run off with your cousin's uninsured motorcycle which he left at your house the day before. To top it of, your cousin thinks YOU stole it and told the cops to interogate you. Imagine what those 4 weeks would be like. Hell? That's an understatement.

Thank God, that's not the story of my life. But if I were in that position, well, for starters, 4 weeks wouldn't be enough to finish my paper. That means I'd be stuck in this God forsaken faculty for another six months. (!#%%*#*@%@!!!) I probably wouldn't go out much, let alone hung out with my friends OR be bothered with their problems. (Hey, I have my own friggin problems, I don't have time to deal with yours!!! What am I, an on call psychologist?) In brief, an egotistical maniac.

I'll remind you once more that that wasn't in any chapter of my life. But it sure happened to my high school friend in the states and I can tell you this: his paper is due in one week now and he's almost finished, his love life is way better than three weeks ago (just a few inches left to get this girl), cash is still slim but he'll survive as he always does, he still goes to college and mingle with his friends and help 'em out with their problems. The only downside left is that his cousin still thinks that he stole the bike. But hey, if he survived this long, the next steps are easy. Just hang in there dude. We're rootin for ya'!

Blond, James Blond

The name's Blond, James Blond

Bond Loves Sony

Watch Casino Royale and you'll see that MI6 is privately funded by Sony.

Laughing Baby, HILARIOUS!

I cracked up when I saw this. You guys gotta check it out!

Random Words on a T-shirt

I went to a flea market yesterday and found this. Whoever made this shirt must've picked random words out of a dictionary. Ludicrous.

THE BEST
IS CH A WORD
IS AN HCNEST
DISLIKE

ALOT OF PEOPLE
HAVE ALREADY
HELD OUT

KNO
KDOWN
DRA
GOUT

HOWEVER
DWLY SUCH ATHING
CAN BE SND

I NOTICE A TERRIBLE
POWERLESS

BUT, THE WORD ISN'T
A FRIVOLOUS
IT AT ALL,

IT CHANGE
INTO THE WORD
OF WAGIC THAT

MIGHT NOT BE
INFERIOR TO
WHAT WHEN SEEMING
TO FALL
BECALISE PAINFUL

IT,S TIME WHEN
SPREADS AWKWARD
GENTLENESS
TO THE BOTTOM
OF ONE'S HEARTS

My Subconscious and I

You find yourself back in college. All you can think about is getting to class. Walking through the once unfamiliar corridors have become a routine. So routine that you're letting your subconscious guide your feet. Though trough other people's eyes you're not in a hurry, friends and strangers alike fail to grab your attention. That day your mind's working overtime. It has to, you haven't had a decent sleep for three days in a row, thanks to the mid term exams, and now you're 15 minutes late to class.

A minute passes, you found yourself standing outside your class. All of your classmates are inside. You can hear a man's voice, must be a guest lecturer because you can't recognize the voice. He already started a new topic. You take a deep breath then slowly turn the doorknob and entered. All the seats are occupied except for the ones in the back. You walked pass the lecturer and gave him an apologetic nod as he gave you an irritated look. You barely notice it as you walk through the aisle passing rows after rows of gazing eyes. You finally reach an empty seat, sit and take out some books from your bag while carefully securing your composure. The lecturer's voice bought you time for a silent sigh.

Seconds later, you let your eyes probe the room. There's the lecturer, scribbling something on the white board. Regression model or something. Your glasses failed you. You make a mental note to yourself: don't ever sit at the back of this class again. Jaded, you turn your attention to the classroom. Hey, where are the guys? No sign of them. They usually sit at the back, but today it's mobbed with some freshmen with Attention Deficit Disorders. You subdue yourself from poking the back of their heads. Instead, your eyes are fixed on a girl three rows in front of you. Whoa, major cutie. You never saw her before in class but you're damn glad you spot her just now.

After 15 minutes of gawking, a freshman passes you the attendance form. You take it and start looking for your name from the list. It's not on the first page. It's not on the second page either. Nor on the third page. What the heck? Then something awful hit your gut. But you're not sure about it, so you look around once more. Dear God, there's no one there that's even remotely familiar. Well, it's official then. You were late and now you're in the wrong class. You decided that this is the last time that you trust your subconscious. (Yeah, right...) Oh well, that's that. Resume gawking mode.


True story, happened last year.