Dear iTunes. I love you.
I love you because you know the stuff I like trough Genius. I love you because every time i have an issue, i can go through the App Store and solve it. I love you because every week you have four presents for me: A song, a tv show, a movie and a book. I love you because you always have all the things that i love the most, joining me. If i want to know about finance, arts, science, or any other...
Injustice and inequality means when you’re not able to purchase something, just because you don’t have a credit card.
We won’t ever reach total independence, so if we depend ourself to the pursuit of independence, we won’t ever be happy.
I’m gonna cry because he’s so perfect and he’s not even my friend!
Bulls make money, bears make money, pigs get slaughtered
the critical determinant in an investor’s success is not intelligence or skill...
Refreshing the university mail like if it were Facebook. And my teacher doesn’t send the effing note!
Really hating mr. Varian!
Like when the author writes explicit that something is obvious. And that other something is also obvious if the reader (me) knows calculus!
things that make me sad: music festivals that i'm not going to
“@TheGoogleFactz: Falling in love produces the same type of high as doing cocaine.” i’ve always agree with that. I just don’t think you can actually do everything at the same time. And love seems like some sort of drug, so why should i accept some? i just want to be focus at myself right now, and have my neurons on for getting good grades.
Even if i do not agree with everything about buddhism, i want to know so much more about it!
I have an effing horrible habit, that i feel so lazy about the things that i’m told to do, but not at all about the things i found by my self. And it’s not about how much academic they are. Just tell me to do it, and i’ll feel lazy about it!
Michael Stearns on Samsara
After a microeconomics test.. FREEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
WHEN YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP TWO HOURS EARLIER TO...
WHEN YOU SEE THE PRICE-TAG OF A TSHIRT IN ZARA...
Here comes the ugliest issue on my Buddhist class: Death.