Classes

I’m starting to get so caught up in work that it’s finally taking my life away from me. All the bloody journal entries, patent infringements and ethical values are slowly but surely leeching the life out of me. But all is not lost. I love tax planning. Not because the lecture’s extremely fun, it can be very dreary when people start asking stupid, senseless questions not to prove their class participation but to satisfy some innate inadequacy arising probably from a sad and demented childhood where their parents refused to answers their questions, probably because they are just such mother fucking irritating children to begin with that even their parents could not love them. No, I love tax planning and not because I’m learning a lot from it. I mean, I learn a lot from a lot of things anyway, some applicable towards the eternal goal of many in smu. The all important, awe inspiring, enlightenment bringing, god of all things important. The grade point average.

A poot on the gpa. So what! Doesn’t half of them see that they are going to the big 4. They will not be the big 4 if no one wants to go there… RIGHT….

Anyway I digress. I love tax planning because there’s nothing to do for it. No readings, no projects, no class homework. Nothing. Moot. It’s amazing. And I’m loving it. Now, would macdonalds sue me for using their tag line? Hmmm… infringement of intellectual property right. Oh my flaming balls. Somebody call 999!

I hate finishing touch. Why are they teaching me things that I already know. And why are they teaching me things that are not important to me…? More importantly, why are they teaching me things that everyone should know. Like how important EQ is. I mean who doesn’t know how important EQ is…. And if you didn’t know how important it is, telling you how important it is, is not going to help you because you cannot understand something that you did not understand in the 1^st place just because someone tells you it’s important. I’m sure having people turn away from you or bitching behind your back or cringe at the mere mention of your name has at least got you wondering why people hate you so much… RIGHT…

I love the eye candies in my class though. There’s like 2 hot chicks in afa. Okay, make that 1 and a half because the other hot chick went on exchange and she came back not quite as hot. Rather, she came back quite gross looking up close. It’s as if something happened to her face and she’s trying to cover it up using a whole bottle of foundation everytime and even then, it’s not working. There’re lumps on her face. Eeeks. How gross is that. Lumps and I’m not kidding.

I love ipr class. There’re 2 chicks in this class. One looks like a SIA gal while the other is a hottie to me, my friend thinks she has a kiam pa (wanna get beaten up) face, while another friend thinks she has a kiam bia (wanna get fucked) face. HAHAHA, a kiam bia face. It’s the 1^st time I’ve heard of such an expression in hokkien and it’s mother funny.

Tax planning sadly has 0… it’s terrible. Horrible. Excruciating pain engulfs my body as I drag my unwilling soul into class. Okay, there’s 1 that’s NOT BAD. But doesn’t mean that she’s GOOD.

FINISHING TOUCH IS JUST FINISHING TOUCH. I hate the class and no amount of babes can change that.

Ethics! Is boring…. Plus doesn’t matter whether there’re chicks in the class cause I’m stuck in the front row. I cant see anything. And no, the salsa gal in my class is not hot. Though she is sitting in front of me.

ah, enough about me. here are some pictures that i discovered in my free time during class.

i can think of 1 person that this applies to greatly but no i'm not saying anything.






and this, the 1st picture that have given me a whole barrage of responses on msn. ranging from it's damn cool! i want! to you have a very morbid sense of humour... i say, A POX ON YOU!