Adrenaline pumps

I find,we all find the brain an amazing phenomenon of the human body,and yes I use the word ‘phenomenon’ purposely,the way the brain thinks about its own troubles,solves those troubles and gets itself out of trouble.Think of it as that time when you see something scary like a makeupless ghost of your ex-girlfriend and suddenly get that out-of-the-blue gush of energy to sprint off way past Justin Gatlin (We all know his latest IAAF achievement right?? Congs Gatlin),that rush of adrenaline that makes your brain master all the energy to get you into flight mode.It is just the brain playing tricks on you.
I love to play my own tricks too, sometimes on my own self,say I have a class test or a life threatening deadline coming up,I brush off all early attempts to get the work done and wait for the eve of the deadline to get into a sweaty frenzy to have it all done in the shortest time possible. 9 out of 10 times I end up regretting half way the job but then I realise how high and almost perfectly numbered my IQ gets and how fast my RAM can go and I love it. So this time round,I decided to play it on my friends.
For about two weeks now,we’ve had this pending class group project needing a written proposal by the end of next week but somehow,out of a group of eight chillax-loving college students,all we have is a mental list of how many movies and series and beers we’ve watered down every single day so I decided someone’s got to fix this asap. I made up a fake appointment with some influential project funder and told these good-fellaz am scheduled for 8am in the morning for a take-it-or-leave-it meeting in which Mr. “money bags” will need to see how much work we have so far.
Now I felt a little guilty and sad cause I too had to get into this last-minute frenzy but you should have seen the sleep wash out of their eyes like white wash,it was a hilariously sorry sight!
So as I sit here writing this blog on my hand-held with one hand while simultaneously typing out the project proposal on the laptop with the other hand,I know my IQ can’t get better than this and I know I will have a lot of angry faces to calm down in the morning when I finally tell them their 3am bed times were all on a prank to get their adrenaline pumps into use…But hey,it was all for the better good,a man’s gatta do what a man’s gatta do!!!
*time check: 2.25am*

Mozart AFK

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First impressions DONT last

An assumption we all get from stories of our seniors as we apply for a job,that life-changing moment,is that First impressions last…but that is all tosh!!! First impressions only “last” when you are auditiong for X-factor or American Idols infront of Piers Morgan or Cowell… Susan Boyle,that was a first impression,besides,if you can’t sing there is no forcing it!!
What you show of yourself when in fear and anxiety doesnot bring out the true you because your mind is clouded and clogged with thoughts of failure and you can’t think straight. The best of any of us comes out when the mind is allowed to focus,when the mind is given time to dig out the deepest of our strengths,that is when we give an “impression”
It is not fair at all to walk into a firm for a job interview then because you see an ugly,mean-looking boss who seems NOT to want you for the job,you drop your papers and start to stutter and at the end of it all you lose out…what happens if they give you a second chance?? If you have it in you,you will definately come and nail the hell out that devil. so its quite clear,second impressions matter more!
Of course they say you never forget your first,but that first doesn’t count if you are doing a good job now. Let me give a common example,we are in an age where online dating via facebook and twitter has become the in-thing (unfortunately). So what happens when you finally decided to meet this lad with a beautifully photoshopped profile picture and to your obvious shock, a ‘9’ turns out to be ‘3’?? The immediate impulse is to ditch the date and never talk again,but what if you take time to learn this person more?? Chances are that you might end up liking eachother and wedding bells are not an uncommon ending to such fairy tales. So on the day of the assumed wedding bells the question would be,does the first impression you had for the lad still matter?? Does it matter that he/she is not what you hoped for when you drooled endlessly over their photoshopped profile albums?? Definately not..All you see at that point is God Send!! Unless of course you are being forced into engagement…
Therefore this phobia for first impressions deserves death by crucifixion,yes its possible to change a worldwide ideology and it begins with you…its up to you to proove to the rest of the world that First impressions DON’T last…!!

Mozart AFK

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