Made in the 80's

a post-it saved my day. :D

i inserted a minidisc into my mac drive. and how was i to know the disc would be stuck?! O.O stupid thing to do yeah. xD oh well, restarted a million times. clicked the eject button two million times. none worked. even held my macbook up hoping that gravity would do the magic. didn’t. xp followed my brilliant brother’s suggestion and searched forums, yahoo answers, etc. MANY people made the same mistake. wooo it was nice to know that i’m not the only dumb-tech-DUMB person here. someone from an apple forum used a toothpick with doublesided tape. ahia laughed at the idea. lol i did too. xD blah blah blah after many, maaany desperate attempts involving pullers, cards, and etc, i found my post-its in one corner. :D:D:D WOOO from this day on, i love post-its. just stuck one in. didn’t think it would work but i was running out of ideas so i inserted one anyway. WORKED PERFECTLY THE FIRST TIME. :D:D:D

whatta relief! :)

Which one would you invest in?

GLOBALIZATION.

Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer: Princess Diana’s death.

Question: Why?

Answer: An English princess

with an Egyptian boyfriend

crashes in a French tunnel,

driving a German car

with a Dutch engine,

driven by a Belgian who was drunk

on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling)

followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,

on Japanese motorcycles;

treated by an American doctor,

using Brazilian medicines.

This is sent to you by an African,

using Bill Gates’s (an American) technology,

and you’re probably reading this on a computer

that uses Taiwanese chips and

a Korean monitor,

was assembled by Bangladeshi workers

in a Singapore plant,

transported by Indian lorry-drivers,

hijacked by Indonesians,

unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,

trucked by Mexicans

and now being read by a Filipino

who should be working instead!

That, my friend, is Globalization.

Kumar's Poem. :)

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

-David Feinberg

First ACCTNG exam