Accounting 101

Dr Statistics (10,000)
Cr Crappy Subject (10.000)

Any wonder why my balance sheet doesn't balance?

It's now ONE day and counting to the finals of FA and QM. Then there's Cage on Sunday, loads of activities planned and all. OG outings, FA Project group outings, Brudders' outings and most of all, our dates.

Hang on tight. It's gonna be hell of a rush come this December.

But first, there's the sutras to recite...

A=L+OE
ATR= (C+STI+A/R)/Current L
ROA= (Net Y+I)/Total A

My net inflow of knowledge is double-declining at the moment...

A Lesson in Concentration...

Stay the course. The finishing line is but 7 days away.
Does the cause justify the effort?

Questions, questions.
All at a most inopportune time.

Surreptitious stirrings in the dark...

It is the Alpha and the Omega

The beginning and the end.

Not forgetting the Sigma and the Epsilon

The guardians of the Repository.

Its figures will make you swoon

Its hypnotism is well known.

The intricacies cry out for attention

And beneath it, feel the malevolence.

Just when it all seems clear

You realize it’s the first veneer.

Frustration gives way to panic

Another one bites the dust.

Feel the terror that is

Avoid staring at it directly

This subject has been known to cause drowsiness.
Do not operate machinery under its influence.

Twenty Things You'll Love To Hate About Me...

1) I'm a normal sized 22-year-old in the body of a sumo wrestler.

2) I was Yokozuna in my previous life. And was related to Yoko Ono.

3) My favourite massage is a shoulder rub. With Yoko Yoko.

4) I'm attached. To Sonia.

5) And no, she ain't Couling (but cool enough, both figuratively and literally).

6) I came from NUS.

7) And went to SMU. And made history in the process.

8) I am seriously considering NTU for my exchange program. Just to set a new record.

9) I am forever playing catch-up to my peers.

10) I have 6 brudders and 2 sistas.

11) I have 2 sisters.

12) I used to hate Manchester United. Now I merely detest them.

13) Chelski and Moaninho is the target of my new hatred.

14) I love Newcastle United. I bleed black and white.

15) I am a computer geek. The hard parts. Not the soft part.

16) Speak French to me and I will try to understand

17) Speak Cantonese to me and I will reciprocate.

18) Speak rudely to me and you'll get your ears boxed in. Courtesy of the Bouncing Boxer.

19) I am a joke in my class. Just glad I ain't the joke.

20) I hope that the rest will fail their exams so that I won't do too badly.

And I hereby command Lacy, Ra and Celest to do likewise.

20 lines. All about yourselves.

The Exorcism of the Matriculation Handbook

As I rummaged through the matriculation handbook that came with my matriculation package, I stumbled upon some notes in my supposedly virginal handbook. It read, somewhat ominously...
Before I was done reading it the second time, these words appeared...


And then these...


Finally,


I recoiled as the masochistic handbook revelled in its evil joy...

Hurriedly dumping the book in the dustbin, I turned back to the horror of my FA and QM books...

All's fated...

Où est l'amour?

When did it die

Or was it never to be?

The doldrums that mark this eternity

An eternity of longing.


That naked perception

Masks sordid deception

I ask you now

For whom does the bell toll?



Pour qui je travaille fort ?
Pourquoi mon coeur saigne-t-il ?

Pour toi,
pour nous...

What Snot?

I've been afflictedby the flu virus that's been making the rounds as of late. Couldn't really recall how I might have contracted it, but the only possible time might be the chance meeting with a very ill Sharifah in the SESS printing room. For a grand total of something like one minute.

Some super virus it is, then. And tomorrow's like the last time I'll ever get to see my COMM1X1 class in its entirety. At Brewerkz, nonetheless. And I was so looking forward to chilling out at Mind's or Settler's post-lunch. Anyone has a super-quick remedy for flu? 'Cept sticking a tube down my nose and emptying it of its noxious contents?

Well, at least the fever and sore throat went away after wreaking havoc on my system. Spent the whole night twisting and turning in bed, waking in half-hourly periods. Went into a fitful sleep at 6.30 am, and I slept most of today away. Sorry to the bros for cui-ing their weekly dose of Cage soccer, and not turning up for supper that day.

One thing that turned out positively from this bout of flu was that I ACTUALLY HAD NO APPETITE for once! Hardly had a morsel of food throughout the day, and felt no inclination to do so.

BattleFonts...

Disclaimer(as usual): The characters below are purely fictional, and all situations are figments of the author's (overactive) imagination. 此故事纯属虚构，如有雷同，纯属意外。

As Arial strode purposefully towards the throne, Times New Roman, red with indignance at this unexpected intrusion, bellowed forth "Who art thee to walk thy sacred ground?".

The intruder pointed a finger accusingly at the figure on the throne "I scoff at your delusionary complacency. Your dated figures are an eyesore, and which font was killed to make you the absolute authority on 'official fonts'? Begone with your serifs!".

Purple with rage, Times New Roman beckoned forth his servlings. "Smite thy intruder and hath thy head spiked!" His mindless crones, steeped in servitude throughout their formative years, crept ahead to fulfill the wishes of the evil one.

The Dark Knight T and his squire L'Orane sized up the opposition. "Hold thy horses, infidel. Why sought you to disregard the normative font? Dare you disturb the peace of this land that is COMM1X1? The fonts you seek are spat upon, outcasts that seek to disrupt the serenity of his Highness' consort that is the lady J. For the wont of a font, I will hath your grades marketh down!"

And so in the ensuing battle, Arial was vanquished, but in his remembrance, there now stands a big red C- for his valiant efforts at propriety.

The case of the disintegrating shoes....

As he lugged his bag towards the door, the cell phone beeped ominously. Lacing up his (very new) pair of sneakers, he looked through the SMS that he'd just received, "World of Sports is having 50% sales now! Go get something LOL." Laughing somewhat derisively at the ill-timed message, he was wearing a brand-new pair of cross-trainers, for crying out loud!

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Heading to Armenian Street to buy breakfast, he thought he'd heard a strange flapping sound. With each step, the glued-on rear sole of his left shoe went flapping in the air. His irritation was apparent. As he headed over to SOB post-purchase, he nearly tripped on the raised metal bumps that were supposed to cater to the blind/disabled. He thought he'd heard a ripping sound, but he dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.

Heading over to SOA, he'd entered the glass elevator landing before realising that the rear sole had completely come off. Boy was he pissed. Heading back to SOB to retrieve his rear sole, he then noticed that his left front sole was coming off as well.

********************

Lunch was again bought from Armenian Street, and this time the he kept tripping over his left front sole. Disgusted, he wrenched the entire rubber padding off.

What a day... Or so he thought...

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Post-lessons, he decided to head straight home.

It was just after reaching Dhoby Ghaut NSL Station that he felt his RIGHT shoe tremble. Looking down, he was aghast at the sight.

THE ENTIRE SOLE, together with the SPONGED PADDING was about to fall apart!

He had no choice but to hobble along the route from the NSL to the NEL. Sam, his OG mate was trying to stifle his laughter at his predicament. Pitiful looks were cast on him by passers-by, and what a picture it was - A man struggling defiantly to overcome the disability that had befallen him.

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Upon reaching Sengkang MRT, the sole struggled valiantly to rid itself of the strands of glue still holding it to the shoe, and eventually succeeded near Compassvale Road. The WHOLE FREAKING SOLE EVENTUALLY CAME OUT, and he did not know whether to laugh or to cry. The detached sole in one hand, and his phone in the other, he was a sorry sight.

What's the moral of the story?

Never look down on the power of a SMS advertising 50% discounts on footwear.

_________________________

Price of a****s sneakers - $40.00

Cost of a NEL ride - $1.80

Enduring the ignomity of
a) a flapping sole
b) pitiful looks savaging your pride
c)holding on to your own sole

- FREAKING PRICELESS CAN?




Did you see a person dragging his right foot along at Sengkang today? That be me.

Retrospective Introspection...

Without the people that are around me today, I'd feel as though I was back in DHS. The inadequacy, the sense of non-conformity and the sheer feeling of helplessness. I sought refuge in the shell that I put up around me, allowing only the select few to see the real me. THE FEW.

I've cherished them for the times that we had, the shitty things that they've gone through, and the inevitable PSK period that most went through. And is it any surprise that they're still my bros? The best buddies one could ever ask for. To depend on. I'd be a radically different person without them. Sounds gay enough?

And then along came the rest of my class. Bubbly Estee, the 正气 Siming, the ever-effervescent Eugene, lil' boycrazy Sharon, I-wanna-go-home Boxer and I-wanna-pinch-your-cheeks Xtine... It was an enjoyable experience being in (mostly) similar classes with all of you. The wanton-mee outings at IOI Plaza, sharing the indignance at a particularly disruptive member of the class... Sadly, the gods in the registrar's office muddled their heads in assigning classes, and thus, come next term, the fellowship of the wanton is no more. To all the wonderful people that have graced my SMU experience so far, and that includes all those on my bloglinks, 一切很好，只因有你（们）。。。

And then, there is the case of the SHE. Thank YOU for standing by me all these time, and I beseech YOUR patience. All that I'm doing is for our future together. BABY, thank YOU for loving me.

Freaking timetable.....

Monday
Course Name Section Term Session Location Start/End Time CORE002 - Analytical Skills G16 1 SESS Seminar Rm 3.10 1345 - 1515

Mark Nowacki

Tuesday
Course Name Section Term Session Location Start/End Time LGST101 - Business Law G9 1 SOB Seminar Rm 3.7 830 - 1145

Wan Wai Yee

Wednesday
Course Name Section Term Session Location Start/End Time

Thursday
Course Name Section Term Session Location Start/End Time MGMT003 - Business, Government and Society G15 1 SOB Seminar Rm 3.3 1530 - 1845

Sheen Levine

Friday
Course Name Section Term Session Location Start/End Time ACCT104 - Management Accounting G2 1 SOA Networked Seminar Rm 2.4 830 - 1145

Khoo Teng Aun

Note that this is a preliminary timetable... Why preliminary? Cause I wanna change all my classes!!!!! Screw BOSS...

Almosts...

In a moment of reminiscence, the almosts come rushing back:
The almost-theres, the almost-withs, the almost-faileds...

And now, is it time for their almost?

There's always the has-beens.
Of times that were kinder. Happier.
Does the current state of affairs trump the has-beens?

The what-ifs.
Sustenance for the ghosts of yesterday.


I came.
I saw.
I conquered.
And I set free.

Anointed Losers-To-Be

Today's LTB execution was utter crap. Firstly, you promised "80 odd". Then it was 30-40. And a look at today's TEN students just proves the value of your commitment to the cause. How wonderful.

Well, to look on the bright side, there ain't much left of the 2 modules that I hate most. Oh alright. COURSES, ok? Back to which, I've missed my tête-á-tête with FA today cause of the LTB thingy. What crap! FA's like the nearest thing you can do to reach nirvana k? The endless Debit/Credit mantras, the A=L+OE sutras and the Reverend's unfathomable words and theories. I've sorely missed my weekly dose of enlightenment, and I'll probably look to joining Sharon and YYM/YYF for their session on Friday.

Given that Man Utd - SK Rapid is on at 0345, my incantations of the sutras tell me that I'm in for a big headache during Stats class tomorrow at 1000. Oh, did anyone realise that its Hari Raya? Singapore Muggers U indeed.