Haha nola. This one is just some replacement class. But tomorrow is exceptionally special because we owe Mr. Dinesh 3 lectures, and each lecture is 3 hours. So, come on, kids. let's do some math!


Jika kelas bermula pada pukul 10.30 pagi, maka:

10.30am + 1 jam = 11.30am
11.30am + 1 jam = 12.30pm
12.30pm + 1 jam = 1.30pm
1.30pm + 1 jam = 2.30pm
2.30pm + 1 jam = 3.30pm
3.30pm + 1 jam = 4.30pm
4.30pm + 1 jam = 5.30pm
5.30pm + 1 jam = 6.30pm
6.30pm + 1 jam = 7.30pm


Tetapi, waktu tengah hari patut dikonsiderkan. Oleh itu,


Jika waktu makan 1 jam diberi, maka:

7.30pm + 1 jam = 8.30pm

10 hours at college. Mahem. That's like ThiaThia jiejie's classes man. Haha but at least mine aren't classES.

sure kena sounding from her.

But seriously, the things that ACCA does to its students are just a remarkable work of art. The reason why i chose the word art is because it portrays uniqueness and the ability to make its viewers go

So here are some samples.

That's actually some ang moh student from A-Levels @Help. But I found this picture quite suitable for this course.

This one's actually that guy who works at Camp5 in 1Utama.

And sometimes, even when you've finished the ACCA course, the horror still haunts you to your working hours at you first job.

Hah. don't lie to me. I can sense all your facial expressions now. xD

(jamie's insider joke)

I'm quite worried about the possibility of parents complaining to the SunwayTES admin about the allocation of lecture hours though. Some incidents have already occurred pertaining to the sudden cancellation of classes. A few more, and we might see some flying molotovs around Sunway College.

I think my dad will be the only one supporting such devastating lecture hours. He'll be like "Nyehehehe. Now you get to taste what i went through last time."

So, Have I Made The Right Choice?

Labels: the accounting stuff

Over the weekend, we had been deeply revising our subjects for the coming progress test, but everyone knew that there would definitely come a time for a study break.

So at 7am on a Sunday, we headed over to Sunway Hotel & Spa to catch a view of the lovely scenery down below at Sunway Lagoon, where girls in black bikinis were sunbathing.

Well, yeah. To attend the graduation ceremony too.

Welcome to the 2007 Graduation Ceremony for the students and ex-students of Sunway University College, School of Professional Accountancy. As you can see, a very formal event took place on the 15th floor of the hotel, accompanied by flowers and free photo sessions outside the function rooms.

But no one could stop Felicia and I from wearing our way cool sneakers!

Ms Rozi: "Aiyo! Jonnn! Why you pakai that kind of shoe!"

"Kasut ni moden la cikgu... this is the new style."

"Ah illah... moden pulak budak ni..."

haha nola. she only speaks english to us.

To add to the inappropriate attire, I conveniently forgot to collect my robe and hood from college the day before. But it was still okay since they had the changing room ready with the tailors fitting the gowns on the graduates. But to my additional convenience, they had run out of hoods for the CAT graduates, leaving an overloading number of hoods only for the ACCA graduates.

Yes, I know I look uncool now. But don't you think I look cute like Little Red Riding Hood ?

Except that i'm more environmental-friendly.

"no, don't attack me!"

"meow!"

As usual, the SunwayTES admin had less of the skill in improvising on technical difficulties.
such as timeliness.

But we did! so we take out our deadly camwhoring equipment.

Oh, how nice of my parents to come join me. Hmm. unlike some people. Don't even wanna tell me why dowan to go. Ish. KILL YOU!

(Our very own Lily Yee Li Yin - World Prize winner for Paper 8 - Implementing Audit Procedures, and Malaysian Prize winner for paper 9 - Preparing Tax Computations)

As the students of SunHogwartsWay, School of Witchcounting & Wizardy take their seats in the great hall, the emcee announces the arrival of VIP Guests, which included Professor DumbleTeohEeSing, Professor McGonElizabeth, and the CEO of Ernst & Young, School of Professional Accounting Magic, Professor WhatTheHellWasHisName.

Well, i'll leave it to you to wonder what happened in there for that two hours coz it was A BLOODY HELL OF A LONG TIME waiting

Hungrily,

Bored,

and Sleepily.

And I couldn't want less to blog about it.
Crap man, that's seriously the worst state someone could be in.

When we finally got out, more than 99.9% of the people there many were holding their growling stomaches to express their dire need of foooooooood. And omg. Malaysian Food again. gosh. at least put some Roasted Lamb or Caviar la. I mean come on man. they charged us like EIGHTY FIVE BLINKING BUCKS for the lunch set and I think not many people no one ate 85 bucks worth.

But getting lecturers on camera was worth it.

I've got your picture, Ms Rozi!

You can't run away now!

NYAHAHAHA. jomi was hereeeeee!

gosh, i'm so evil.

All in all, everyone, especially the lecturers and parents were distinctively proud of their little graduates. For the CAT Graduates, more is to come for we will have to face the remaining 2 years of hard torture and sleepless nights.

of clubbing.

haha nola. it's tough.

catch yall soon!

ACCA. wedontjustdealwithnumbers.

Labels: life around me, the accounting stuff

This past week has been a little dreadful for me, specifically speaking, been finding difficulty in coping with the weather and climate in KL. As many people have been saying,

"Rain, Sun, Rain, Sun..."

"Hot, Cold, Hot, Cold..."

It's so FLUCTUATING bad (think of it as a bad word), that I have to utilize my inhaler 400% more than before this terrible climate!


sampai picah

I began with a sore sinus last Friday, which had mutilated my comfort around the nasal organs and the throat. Subsequently the usual sore throat and fever came along.

"Gone were the days, when the skies were so blue, the ocean so marine-friendly, the lands spread carbon-emission-free."

. . .

Wth. Think what.

The whole world like The Island ar. Crystal Clear water. Leonardo Dicaprio. Hot women.

Anyway.

My fever began to recede after Monday, but I continued to have frequent asthma attacks. It was seriously the tic-tacs mint and the super-buttered sandwich at college that inevitably caused my sore throat. Or maybe it was the swimming last week.

HMM YES THE SWIMMING MAHEM CHAOCHEEBUY that Casa Indah Apartments at night ar, I warn yall poolside-party-planners BRING YOUR WINDBREAKERS AND WEAR THEM INTO THE POOL. The wind there can freeze your pee.

anywaaaaayyyy.

For the past week I've been coughing and coughing(asthma, not cold) all day at home and in school, in the car, walking in the mall. I think anyone passing me by also would suffocate before escaping my wrath. The worse part about this week is, you know when people cough right, it's because of throat itchy or got a bit of phlegm.

I cough until phlegm spit out of my throat. like The Kraken in Pirates of the Caribbean 2.
And sommore ar cough out phlegm, then usually swallow rite. So, swallow already... swallow swallow swallow... I mean, if you drink a drop of water every second, you'll eventually get full.
I drink phlegm. which is thicker and makes you full faster.

Gone were the days when we couldn't worry less about our weather.

Labels: malaysia boleh

Aiya. dono what to write la.

What I do know is

Pouting makes you look 'hot'!

Labels: life around me

Many individuals have approached me and commented on my new layout design and stuff. Some had praised me on my technical capability, some had complimented my creativity.

Although so, several had come to me not with due compliments or praises, but with lame critique and disturbing behaviour. These creatures have ventured into my conscience and have taken control over it, persuading me to do the right thing. With their fearsome seniority and commanding order, they throw me off with their catastrophic remarks and force me to abide by their desires.

These creatures we call brothers.

So they tell me that my blog title is the worse it could ever be. It is some sort of horrendous hoax that tells no other than false truth with some hope of pursuance of attention and congratulation.

I mean, isn't disturbing me all day, dominating the car all week and accusing me of using the computer too terribly much, enough to make me commit suicide tomorrow?

And don't you just hate it when they come home, and "woi you think your blog so cool ar?" and "blogs are such a waste of time, honestly" and "can you blardy stop putting half-naked pictures of me on your blog ar?".

"Well, that depends..."

"Okay firstly, your section thingy is forever under construction..."

"Secondly, your news is... barely on time... some are NOT on time..."

"And lastly, it's not even global!"

"Well, I - "

"This is wrong! We should not have gay Indians!"

" . . . "

So, yeah. i've ammended my title as above.

Labels: i'm a marketing director

We found ourselves doing our own thing, carrying on our own lives, living the normal day, when suddenly, father surprised us with his proposal.

"Boys, I've got a project for you, which is to be completed by Chinese New Year's eve. And it's going to be big."

And so he brought upon us an idea, an idea so inspiring, that it will change our view towards life, an idea so mind-blowing that it will burn a mark in our hearts, an idea so touching, that it will capture the awe in our eyes every time we think about it. An idea called

a renovation.

(kitchen - before)

"How big is it going to be?"

"Well, your mother and I have discussed that it should be a major one... but... under a hundred thousand perhaps,"

" ! ? ! ? ! ? "


* Seriously dad. what is your damage.

So we slowly tuned into the idea that mom and dad knew what they were doing with their money and haven't gone drinking nightly till they had permanently damaged their cerebrum.

(some of the before pictures)

"We have a lot of work to do for this project, so i want all of you to manage your time properly and draw out your plans for the sequence of actions throughout this project."

"Yes, dad."

"I want the three of you to discuss about what furniture needs to go out or come in, the layout of the furniture, and for your mother's and my stuff, just put it in the maroon ikea boxes in the room."

"Yes, dad."

"And i also want yall to decide on what colour you want to paint the walls. Ask your mother what she wants her room to be."

"Yesssss, dad."

"I also want yall to co-ordinate your transportation and available times these few days so that you can optimize your co-operation and productivity."

"Yesssssssssssss, dad."

"And the contractor and his men will be working on the kitchen, my room, and the patio so yall need to be careful when you walk around the dusty house."

"...........Yes.........dad."


*dad walks into the room, continuing to play his Maybank2u stock market game.


"Lim Lau Hiah. Did you hear that ar, kor?"

"Indeed. His damage his high."

__________________________________________

As at day 9 from the Chinese New Year's eve, we began our journey into the world of hard labour, reorganizing our furniture and throwing away dusty junk.

Co-ordination was of the utmost importance in creating a stress-free environment for the smooth-running of the back-aching project. Many lives would be lost if insufficient precautions were not to be taken. Thus, we had to act not hastily, but carefully and diligently.

No, seriously. the image above, you see that black shelf that the pine shelf is on? Throwing away that single shelf needed 4 major phases alone. which took about two days. Mahem my house dem kao shit lot of furniture lar. Now also i think still figuring out how to make the upstairs look nice.

Through the duration of the project, we worked in the afternoon,

we worked in the night,

and we even work in the morning.

oh my bbqwtf. check out the time on the clock. crap i still remember that.

As the working supervisor does his part of the project, mum advises and directs him on her preferences and views.

The kitchen was actually the main highlight of the project, where my mom and dad had chosen a modern-type kitchen cabinet set to replace the old individual items like you've seen in one of the previous pictures.

And I say "how nice can a kitchen get?!"

Well, surprisingly, "very nice."

The project was very job-rotation-like in a sense that the workers would come in the morning to start work for the day and we would leave then to go for classes, and in the afternoon, we would return to commence our work for the project, when the workers would retire at about 3pm.

Seriously day and night, i tell you. Damage +60 adi, not enough meh.

The worse part was that 5 people had to share one room because mom and dad's room had fly sheets over the bed, cement debris on the walls and ceiling, window panels and metal bars across the floor, and a room full of dust, while Ken's room was filled with purposeless furniture.

As we approach the Chinese New Year, nerves started to wreck, feet began to shuffle faster and hearts pumped rapidly out of sheer panic. Mother, especially, began to realize the amount of work she had to catch up on, as she had taken a week's leave from work to supervise the contractor's work at home. The days start to deplete. Now the hours.

and Happy Chinese New Year.

__________________________________________

This project has taught me many lessons apart from revealing to me my greater capabilities. Along the way, we developed a stronger understanding between each other, strengthening our relationships as a family.

As there are many more projects to come, this has prepared us for more stubborn obstacles and soul-consuming tasks in the future.

Above all that, I'd like to thank my mom and dad for providing us with a lovely home with the marvelous decor, and accepting and taking into account all of our ideas and viewpoints throughout the journey. This has factually deepened my understanding of their behavior and preferences.

Hope we've done a good job helping out to refurbish our home, and to become less of a menace in the house. xD

Labels: life around me