http://bradford.ys168.com  "Reader's Digest" Folder, documents in PDF format.

Some jokes from Reader's Digest 2006 September issue. Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery funny. Hope you like them.

 

Tomorrow is the beginning of the three-day CICPA test. Am I prepared? Not even for a little bit. Since the very day my interest in the English language was airborne, my heart had been getting loose about "standardized" Chinese exams, from small in-class quizzes to the heart-threatening CEE. Every one of them. Don't mistake me by thinking this is again another attack by Brad on our education system (frankly, there's nothing to appraise about it:), but at least the exams I am here talking about do really have a crucial conflict with my philosophy of learning. I have an interesting feeling that during these exams, I am being checked for my brain storage instead of its capacity. It's like an overall computer performance test emphasizing more on hard disk storage than its CPU frequency, or RAM capacity, or whatsoever. Now here comes the CICPA test, an ultimate freaking brain storage test for me. Let the test kill me? Oh, no, I will kill the test. How? By not seriously taking it. What about my career if I keep my promise that I won't change this profession for at least five years? ACCA and CFA tests can or might be the final solution until I find myself really hate econmics, which is way too hardly to happen. A good choice? Or a bad choice? I would say it's a wise decision based on both my physical, mental and financial conditions. God bless me to have at least two-digit score for each of the three tests Deloitte had registered for me:) Amen...

My ever first time to have been sitting down quietly at my room's desk by my laptop. Being outside of my home for more than one-month's time and then back again involves a tremendous variety of deep affections, none of which I had ever known. Love, hatred, passion, inertness. I don't know what exactly it is, but I know there are so many of them polarized in between.

 

My life might be separated by a timeline called "work" into pre-work part, and post-work part, which are totally different parts. I cherished the former, and I am looking forward to the latter. My real mind would surely accentuate that Deloitte is not what I initially expected, but I know it as my real life, the perpetual existence of my own thoughts and actions, the whole being of my cravings and completeness. Either I turn to enjoy the process, or be afraid of and abhor the roughness in every part of it. All it is about is my choice. Eternity is not what it is; it is what I think it is, and what I will make it to be.