Eureka!!!

Money comes from machines stuck on walls outside banks and shoping malls.

Forget about the fan

Because whatever hits the fan, does not spread evenly!

First thought of the day

The worse thing a wicked senseless prick could do to you is to turn you also into a wicked sensless prick!

Don't despair

Desparation pushes the limits of ability beyond the realms of possibility.

I managed to submit the assignment on time.

Are we or are we not?

Do I really exist? I honestly don't know. Could I just be a figment of someone's imagination or a shadow of another's dream? Does my existence have a purpose? Does it matter?
What does it mean to 'exist' anyway? My existence... is it the space that I occupy within the infinite boundaries of the universe or my thoughts and actions? What do I signify? Am I part of a cycle of creation or destruction?
I wouldn't count on anybody to give me the answers and I am sure that I may not have the capacity to fathom these answers. Maybe there aren't any answers out there. But to me; all that matters is whether we truly exist in one-another's hearts. I hold many dear ones in my heart, and and to me, their existence is real and it matters. I can only hope for a similar existence in theirs.