Ma'am, May I Take Your Order?

That was a fast two months. Suddenly, free time is a reality.

Never mind the computer-less weeks. A good whack on the machine (along with a clean reformat of the hard disk) solves the problem.

The near-failing marks this sem are but a hazy nightmare. Miraculous high grades in the end jolt you to the reality of your marvelous, wonderful, oh-so-beautiful world.

The same goes for the dreaded thesis project. When two companies fight over your baby, you know you've got a good one.

Of course, don't forget the heartaches, those adorable little things we're fond of collecting. A kiss blows 'em away faster than pron.

Mid-life crisis setting in too soon? To work or to bum, that is the critical question. I guess marching might relieve some of the tension.

Finally, as for blogs effortlessly cast aside by their master, deus ex machina never fails to reverse the damage.

Hey, would you believe it?...I think I hear the corsair starting to unsheath his sword.