Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room; well I'm here with you...

Is A. Mosley the only one who thinks I have an oddly shaped, bulbous head?

A lecturer was giving a lecture to his student on stress management.

He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?"

he students' answers ranged from 20g to 500gm. "It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it.

If I hold it for a minute, it is Ok.
If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my right arm.
If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance.
It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."

"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier."

"What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again."

We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and are able to carry on. So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down.

Don't carry it back home.

You can pick it up tomorrow.

Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for a moment if you can.

Rest and relax for a moment.

“Be happy with what you have; for there is someone in the world without it.”
-- Anonymous

Happy 16th birthday David! Someone in the world doesn't have you as a friend and I'm damn glad I'm not that guy. haha. Here's to you!

“Whenever the skies are dark and the air is cold, remember that there is always sun behind the clouds to warm your soul. If you feel like dancin', but someone else rains on your parade, remember that there will always be the people in the shadows shining bright for you. When you feel that you can't go on and want to give up, remember that I am always there behind you all the way, cheering you on and lifting you up, making you the star in my sky. Don't ever turn your back on the people you love, because we will always be here for you, always.”
-- Chris Hogan

Sorry about the lack of updates for those who read. Life's still going well. Soccer tournament last Thursday went well. It was real funny though. Funny how the same people you see every day at school suddenly lose a portion of their self control when their still "in school" but not actually in it... case in point our good friend Mr. Skitch flopping around the grass imitating a seal and Mr. Winestock going into hysterics about a seagull. Haha, good times.

In other news, prom's coming up in 2 weeks. This means I gotsa get some piano practicing done in order to be good enough to alleviate Mr. Friedman of his job of playing continuously throughout prom reception. Playing for 1 hour straight without a 5 odd minute interlude without condescending to making mistakes is no easy matter I assure you. Therefore, I have Mr. Friedman's consent for taking over the piano for a brief 5 or some odd minutes to prevent the malapropos expectation of him needing to play all through reception.

This definition of "compiler" must rank as the BEST of the possible wrong answers. Written by a student in a introductory Computer Science course.

"A compiler's primary function is to compile, organize the compilation, and go right back to compiling. It compiles basically only those things that require to be compiled, ignoring things that should not be compiled. The main way a compiler compiles, is to compile the things to be compiled until the compilation is complete."

"You didn't have a concussion, to have a concussion you need a brain"
-John Cena

Anti Chain Letter
This is not a chain letter. It was not started decades ago in the Netherlands, nor was it perpetrated centuries ago by some deranged monk on Easter Island (which is highly unlikely in the first place, since EMACS only works on smart display terminals, and they weren't available on Easter Island back then, due largely to the U.S. state department's vigorous ban on exportation of advanced technology to deranged monks on equatorial islands).
There is no luck associated with this letter. Hence, it is pointless to send five copies of this letter to people you like. In fact, it is vigorously discouraged, since, by sending this letter through the postal service, you are needlessly burdening an already overworked system. You also increase the chance of the postal service losing mail. Murphy's Law will take effect here, resulting in your letter being delivered the next day, and a Red Cross package to a needy individual in Zimbabwe to be accidentally re-routed to Hackensack, New Jersey, thus becoming lost forever. You do not stand a chance, however, of displacing any junk mail.
If you break the chain, and fail to send five copies of this letter to other unfortunate individuals, then absolutely nothing extraordinary will happen to you. If, on the other hand, you do propagate five copies of this letter, then absolutely nothing extraordinary will happen to you, either.