So, it's 6.25am on a Saturday morning, and I'm in one of the rooms of the SMU Library with 2 of my fellow crazy mugger friends.
We have not slept since (save for a 10-minute power nap), and here we are surviving on mango chicken sandwiches, caffeine, and empowered by the fear of not doing well. Such are the lives of us Rafflesian muggers and it's probably a trait of ours that will follow us the rest of our lives.
I can't believe many days on and I'm still trying to tackle the hell of ACC 1002, which makes me stir in utter disbelief that I'm actually an accountant-in-training, and doing this will be my career. Epitome of FML.
Actually, accounting does make sense to me, but it is soooooo hard to reconcile (pun fully totally intended) that it drives me nuts. It amuses me how my balances of my financial statements can be way off by like, millions, and I have utterly NO idea why it is so. LOL ACCOUNTING, I LOVE YOU :))
Okieeee, enough of a 'smoke' break and it's back to Cash Flow Statements. I remember feeling my non-existent balls shrinking in the afternoon when I looked at the past year's papers and my mind went BLANK. Mind went blank and 'balls' shrank exponentially in size. That is HOW much ACC1002 is frightening the living daylights out of me.
I wonder when I will reach the point where I go, OH FUCK ACCOUNTING, I'M JUST GOING TO FAIL IT.
one of the MIDNIGHT MADNESS shots that transpired over the night/morning