Shh.

Listen attentively. You will come out ahead.

This goes right with the fortune that says that my lips may be moving, but no one is listening. Hmm. My students needed to get this one, I think. Or any student.

Or perhaps, as I finish off school and start looking for my dream job...That would be great!

The truth comes out.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

Is this true? Somehow I don't even know how to respond to this one.

Somehow, the idea of desire exploding sound a little scary, but I suppose so...

You will stumble...

You will stumble into the happiness of your life.

I only hope that I can do it gracefully.

Which means: no high heeled shoes. And the happiness of my life thing--that sounds awfully nice. Not sure about the stumbling part, though.

Excitement, anyone?

An unexpected event will soon make your life more exciting.

How ironic.

I took this picture a day ago. And guess what happened to me?

As I was driving to school, all of a sudden...

No matter how hard I pressed my foot on the brake, my car just went slower and slower, and I could smell some burning rubber.

I have to be at school in 15 minutes!

On the dashboard, the check engine light and the battery light were blinking.

Hang in there, baby, we're only, like, five minutes away from the campus!

Then with a shuddering noise, my car stopped in the middle of the road, right in front of a driveway. My brain started going off in directions. What to do? What to do? Call dad...call my professor? I tried to restart my car, and yes! for a minute I felt it going. Around this time, the owner of the house was trying to help me out, and get me into his driveway. How nice it is to cause a minor traffic jam, with some good samaritans helping to push my car up into the fellow's driveway.

I've had enough excitement to last me the rest of the week.

*By the way, I have a red car too. I do not have red hair, though.

Friends come in all shapes...

Friends come in all shapes and sizes, but their hearts are always BIG.

Somehow, I think the size of these friends' hearts depend on just how good a friend they are. Don't you?

Is it payday?

Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.

Of course.

I wouldn't want do do anything half-assed. But then again, do I get paid for what I do?

No need to worry

Don't worry about the world coming to an end. It's already tomorrow in Australia.

Just how is this supposed to make me feel better? I mean, if I am so stressed out about getting my work done, the idea of "tomorrow" sounds kind of scary--especially if "tomorrow" is synonymous with "deadline."

Of course, for those who believe the world is ending, this may be really good news.

What they should teach in Stats class

Statistics are no substitute for judgment.

This is precisely what they should have taught in statistics. That, and "There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics." (Mark Twain)

Turn off the TV

Turn off the TV and the computer and exercise your mind with a good book.

Always good advice.

However, this was absolutely hilarious, because my dad was the one who got this, shortly after he discovered k-dramas (k-dramas are korean melodramas that typically end with a cliffhanger every episode, so you can't help but watch). So of course, we laughed at my dad's fortune (misfortune?) of getting this. He's still hooked on k-dramas, by the way. May I recommend "The Memory of Beautiful Days" or "Palace" or "Hotelier" or "Lovers in Paris"? You won't want to read a book--you'll just want to keep watching, in order to find out what happens!

Reconcile with an old friend

Reconcile with an old friend. All has been forgotten.

I' m not going to say anything flippant here. When I got this fortune this Tuesday, it was almost prophetic and kind of struck a chord in my heart. I've been struggling a little with an old friend who I think is mad at me (for unknown, but suspected, reasons). I've not heard from her for a while, despite my emails. I even sent her an email the day before I got this fortune. Still waiting to see if I get a response.

The friend I mentioned is not in the photograph--it's one from my early childhood--she was my friend when I was 2 years old, through now. I will try one more time, next week, to see if she's willing to tell the truth rather than give me the brush-off. If nothing happens, then--well, that's that.

I also am recalling some passages from In Her Shoes by Jennifer Weiner:

"I'm sorry for what happened last winter," she wrote, deciding that this was probably the best way to handle it--flat out, in the open. "I am sorry I hurt you. I want..." And she paused again, aware that everyone was staring at her, as if she were some rare acquatic creature recently brought into captivity, some animal at the zoo who'd just learned an amusing new trick.

"What's the word for when you want to make something right?

"Reconciliation," Ella said quietly, and spelled it, and Maggie wrote it twice, just to be sure she got it right.

If you had a penny...

If you had a penny of every kind act. You'd surely be a millionaire.

Wouldn't that be nice?