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.