the M factor.
back to school.
not much has changed in advanced stats, besides the fact that we now have one test, one assignment and one final to get through...formerly, it was two tests. the assignment is a nice twist...it's SPSS-based and may ann thinks that it'll be "easy". i date overachievers; the world's their oyster.
what's really getting me worried is mr. chew's reaction when he sees me in class...again. i can't emphasize this any more because there's only one setting for italics in blogger, but if you could italize the word "again" 3 more times, that'd show you how bad it is. i don't really want to show my face in class, to be honest...just sigh up for the subject, sign up for the tutorial and never go. he hates my kind (but who does like it, really?): underachieving bum, smart-mouthed with nothing to show for it. what's the term...NATO: no action, talk only.
how manglish'd.
i really don't want to show my face there. i'm really too ashamed and embarrassed. plus, we get the exact same assignment all the time. a little variety would be nice; you think that it'd be easier for me, but please, give me a research paper anytime. i don't mind slogging away in the library --- i'd done that for my bachelor management papers and did well for myself. i don't want to interview people who run private clinics or who delve in direct marketing...i've got better things to do.
i've got to finish ultimate spider-man from #1 to #96. let's do the math...a comic book takes about 10 to 15 minutes to finish. so...15 minutes X 97 issues (including #1, friends) = 1455 minutes. that's equivalent to 24.25 hours, which is a day. now, i can't go through a whole day reading comics. and if i read an issue a day, it'd take me over three months to get through it all. plus, new issues come out every month, so...i'm in trouble.
also...i've also got to digest all of ultimate x-men and ultimate fantastic four as well. and they're ongoing as well.
life is unfair.
i'm still waiting for that job where all i'd have to do is stay home, download porn and read comics for the whole day.
let's face it: my heart's never been set on studying, as opposed to living life ala instant gratification.
not much has changed in advanced stats, besides the fact that we now have one test, one assignment and one final to get through...formerly, it was two tests. the assignment is a nice twist...it's SPSS-based and may ann thinks that it'll be "easy". i date overachievers; the world's their oyster.
what's really getting me worried is mr. chew's reaction when he sees me in class...again. i can't emphasize this any more because there's only one setting for italics in blogger, but if you could italize the word "again" 3 more times, that'd show you how bad it is. i don't really want to show my face in class, to be honest...just sigh up for the subject, sign up for the tutorial and never go. he hates my kind (but who does like it, really?): underachieving bum, smart-mouthed with nothing to show for it. what's the term...NATO: no action, talk only.
how manglish'd.
i really don't want to show my face there. i'm really too ashamed and embarrassed. plus, we get the exact same assignment all the time. a little variety would be nice; you think that it'd be easier for me, but please, give me a research paper anytime. i don't mind slogging away in the library --- i'd done that for my bachelor management papers and did well for myself. i don't want to interview people who run private clinics or who delve in direct marketing...i've got better things to do.
i've got to finish ultimate spider-man from #1 to #96. let's do the math...a comic book takes about 10 to 15 minutes to finish. so...15 minutes X 97 issues (including #1, friends) = 1455 minutes. that's equivalent to 24.25 hours, which is a day. now, i can't go through a whole day reading comics. and if i read an issue a day, it'd take me over three months to get through it all. plus, new issues come out every month, so...i'm in trouble.
also...i've also got to digest all of ultimate x-men and ultimate fantastic four as well. and they're ongoing as well.
life is unfair.
i'm still waiting for that job where all i'd have to do is stay home, download porn and read comics for the whole day.
let's face it: my heart's never been set on studying, as opposed to living life ala instant gratification.
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sometimes driving like a saint paces you better than someone driving like satan.
this lady had followed me all the way from bsc back to seputeh. the only difference was, i was in a v6 and she was in a wira. and it's not like she was deliberate following me; she took her time, whilst i was trying to prove my british racing heritage (the car's engineered by Lotus, after all). so despite my best efforts of cutting traffic and speeding along to Nelly Furtado, this anonymous woman caught up with me every step of the way. the traffic light at bangsar baru. the traffic light at the bangsar mosque 3-way. the traffic light at the bridge intersection from the federal.
it only proves that in kl, despite your best efforts to be a boyracer, an aunty could probably beat you on the merits of sensible driving.
this lady had followed me all the way from bsc back to seputeh. the only difference was, i was in a v6 and she was in a wira. and it's not like she was deliberate following me; she took her time, whilst i was trying to prove my british racing heritage (the car's engineered by Lotus, after all). so despite my best efforts of cutting traffic and speeding along to Nelly Furtado, this anonymous woman caught up with me every step of the way. the traffic light at bangsar baru. the traffic light at the bangsar mosque 3-way. the traffic light at the bridge intersection from the federal.
it only proves that in kl, despite your best efforts to be a boyracer, an aunty could probably beat you on the merits of sensible driving.
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your sister had sex with a slab of salami. i can drink more water than a cow can get milked. in italy, the women have hairier armpits than the gorillas. crow shit on your mirror is just as good as striking a hole in one.
i have no idea what nelly furtado is singing on No Hay Igual, off her Loose album. for starters, it's all in portuguese, so everything that i wrote up there might be correct to the indiscerning ear. secondly, it's got an irresistable beat to it. thirdly, it's only three and a half minutes long, so it comes and goes like *that*.
most importantly, it's seriously fun to drive to.
i have no idea what nelly furtado is singing on No Hay Igual, off her Loose album. for starters, it's all in portuguese, so everything that i wrote up there might be correct to the indiscerning ear. secondly, it's got an irresistable beat to it. thirdly, it's only three and a half minutes long, so it comes and goes like *that*.
most importantly, it's seriously fun to drive to.
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did i mention that i really don't want to go to college tomorrow?
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congratulations to miss puerto rico for winning the miss universe title. you are the epitome of supreme hotness. i'm sure we can now all ban puerto rico altogether from competing in future miss universe events to give the others a fair chance.
like miss japan. oh. my. god. kurara, you make my heart race.
kurara in her swimsuit.
kurara in a samurai costume. lame, but...kawaii. to an extent.
kurara in her swimsuit with...accessories?
kurara in real life. funky!
like miss japan. oh. my. god. kurara, you make my heart race.
kurara in her swimsuit.
kurara in a samurai costume. lame, but...kawaii. to an extent.
kurara in her swimsuit with...accessories?
kurara in real life. funky!
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