It's Better When Random IV

11. I need a w3x map that is capable of sustaining my interest. That's a call for all wicked coders.

12. Three effective ways to deal with your inferiority complex: A. Go find a congregation and believe that you've transcended your old rotting self and has become a son of God. B. Try to make as many conversations as you can revolving around other people's imperfections. C. Convince your stupid listeners you're not judging anybody.

13. Number twelve should make you feel better (and holier).

14. Side effects include somniloquy.

15. Sometimes, you might just continue your criticizing-spree during sleep. Now that's damn serious.

16. I was looking forward to the end of this semester. But after all the exams and the sleepless nights spent in writing ever-delayed psych papers, the drama of a student's "third-year-first-sem" life ends like an addictive RPG - void of thrill and purpose. Oh, I'm itching for some pressure. And more opportunities for mediocrity and procrastination.

It's Better When Random III

8. If I say I'm not a hypocrite then maybe I'm a great hypocrite after all, so I decided I'd rather say I'm a hypocrite, but not too much - just enough to enjoy and not to hurt (that's quite impressive according to my scale).


9. And so I remember some of the few people I know who don't think they are hypocrites.


10. And maybe it's not just the hole that makes the doughnut a doughnut but the whole. That's something I learned from the Gestaltists perhaps. The whole is more than the sum of it's parts? I guess it makes a lot of things more meaningful than how we see them.

It's Better When Random II

6. I don't hold anything against Christ and I somehow find Christianity fine. It's the "Christians" I dislike.


7. I will still love you in the morning. And in the morning after that. And every morning that I am lucky enough to wake up and tell you I love you and show you that I really do.

It

It's Better When Random

1. It's a little frustrating how a lot of smart girls lack the looks and many pretty ones lack the wits.

2. It's amazing how emotions give people sudden boosts in the brain just to express beautiful (or not-so-beautiful) things in beautiful (or, well, !@#$*) words.

3. Too bad many stories start in the climax (of ecstatic nights) and end up just after the exposition starts.

4. In physical strength, men are superior.


We are well aware of the exceptions though.

5. Why do so many girls prefer the form over the substance?

Bias

Student 1: I study math.

Student 2: I study physics. I use math.

Student 3: I study engineering. I use physics.

Student 4: I study sociology. I use them.



Student 5: I study psychology. God, they're useless...

Why Weed is Good (perhaps?)

The Herb of Life.

I'm not trying to endorse cannabis, but I've had enough of the marijuana issue. You see, that happens when your instructor tells you you've got to quit (really), and the internet says you've got to have tons of it (wow). I know of some really cool places on earth where people start consuming weed as kids. I guess that's a pretty good reason not to believe my instructor. Actually, I wasn't too convinced. Finally, I checked Wikipedia to see what modern science has got to say. Now read.

Cannabis has psychoactive and physiological effects when consumed. The minimum amount of THC required to have a perceptible psychoactive effect is about 10 micrograms per kilogram of body weight.[51] Aside from a subjective change in perception and, most notably, mood, the most common short-term physical and neurological effects include increased heart rate, lowered blood pressure, impairment of short-term episodic memory, working memory, psychomotor coordination, and concentration.[52] Long-term effects are less clear.[53][54]

The numbers tell you it's from Wikipedia. That's for the effects. The impairment of memory doesn't seem too attractive - kids, you need the best memory you could possibly have; you don't have to smoke weed to have a bad one. It is however, a short-term effect. And I hope it really is.
Give me credit for reading this much to inform you you're doing just fine smoking weed. Well, if you're in doubt,read it yourself.
I don't want to talk much about cannabinoids (I don't think many stoned users are a bit interested). Save your brain, that's a helpful friend you got in marijuana. They help in delaying advancements of brain diseases like Alzheimer's. Furthermore, studies show that marijuana could also delay the development of cancer (if you call it development) by triggering the death gene in cancerous cells. Amazing.


Imagine the effects. The Perfect Human.

Now you have it. Just don't get caught. And don't be sorry if ever...:P

Triangular Theory of Love

The triangular theory of love is a theory of love developed by psychologist Robert Sternberg. The theory characterizes love within the context of interpersonal relationships by three different components:

Passion - The addictive component; sexual in nature; 100% = nirvana.
Commitment - Boring component, nonetheless very effective in holding relationships together.
Intimacy - Wholesome component; most of the time used to justify passion.

I think, there could be more precise definitions. Perhaps memory failure. Transience or bias. Never mind.XD

The words would come to wake you,
And all you hope for,
They push you back for more,
But there is none to show,
There is none to show.

You struggle for the better ways,
Precision in the words you say,
But they all fail,
They don't mean the way you feel,
They don't mean the way you feel.

In Scratch Papers

I wonder if my screws up here are still tight and working. Lately, I just couldn't think of anything to write, though I have this desperately stimulated mood to write. In the end, nothing comes out of me but stupid rants and confessions. Have I lost all my senses? too confined? too indulgent in my imperfections? I feel like I'm at my limit. I'm breaking down, but it doesn't seem to show. But I think I am. I don't understand. I notice myself becoming less at peace in my sleep. I get sudden bursts of stimulation. Sometimes, I find myself at the edge of talking. I seem to moan. Or groan. Perhaps my secrets are haunting me. Perhaps they are.