It's so nice to finally see that p s e u d o is back online !!! I missed your posts !!! *gushing*

I tried the sample SAT questions in the book I've been using to prepare myself. I scored 1170. It's so low. I was targetting 1250 at least! As I went through the questions and answers, I realised I made a lot of careless mistakes on the Verbal section. I often read the questions too fast and omitted certain key words and eventually got the answers wrong. I need to slow down in the Verbal section. Often, I have time left over when I do the Verbal sections!

The opposite happened for me in the Maths section. I was too slow and couldn't finish answering the last questions. I shouldn't be spending so much time on the first third of the questions which are pretty easy. Damn...I lose points like nobody's business! Stupid, stupid...*knocks head with knuckle*

I will go through the questions again and try to answer the questions that I didn't have time to do it. hopefully this will boost my confidence. Oh, I need to tell myself not to waste time doing long calculation. (Must use calculator....Must use calculator....)

*sighs*

Eh, not bad, huh? I'm getting quite good in this. Hehehehehe....

I'm panicking over my upcoming SAT exam this coming Saturday. Even so, I am NOT studying for it. Part of me has already resigned to the fact that I will never get into the University here. It sucks big time but I guess for the simple fact that I am basically not smart enough. Imagine competing for places in the Uni when you know that 'A' level students get priority. And believe me you, the students are getting smarter and smarter. I was just thinking how for some minority, the road to higher education is so much smoother as compared to mine. Did I made the wrong choice way back at 16? Perhaps I should have chosen the easier path to Uni instead of going to Poly. Then I wouldn't have met the most influential people in my life. It totally bites...and my fingers are frozen...

Talking crap is stressing my brain sells cells !!!!!!

"...As a rule cat-lovers have a stronger personality bias towards working alone, independent of the larger group."
"...all of us, or nearly all of us, have both feline and canine elements in our personality. We have moods when we want to be alone and thoughtful, and other times when we wish to be in the center of a crowded, noisy room."

Taken from a book written by a zoologist and published in 1986.

9 days to SAT exam.

Oh, I got my exam center. It's at Ngee Ann Secondary School. Thank goodness I got the center near my place!

Some people would consider me to have no fashion taste at all.

Or a weirdo.

Consider my outfit to work today. My favourite brown checked shirt coupled with my black work pants. You know the office type, made of linen, if I'm not mistaken. And to complete the look, a pair of sports shoes or trainers or gym shoes or definitely not-proper-office-shoes-slash-sandals.

Har...

Har...

Har...

Right...

So off to work I went and yeah, I do feel the weird looks given by people. Not that I'm a non-confirmist but I guess I dared to be different and look stupid in the process.

And besides, I don't give a turd of what these people are thinking.

p/s: The reason I wasn't wearing my usual well-mannered shoes was because of my socks. They had a little tiff last night and I do NOT wish to aggravate the situation and victimised my feet. :o)

So I'm like climbing up my creaky ladder to put back all the indicator bottles back in their place when I realised something. Why does this brand new metal ladder make a sound every single time I climbed aboard? Maximum load is 100kg. I was like thinking, I'm definitely not that heavy, am I? It's not just me. The contractor who came in to check the aircon also has got the same creaky problem. My question is, do they make these ladders so that they can spread the creakiness? I mean our bones get creaky at some point or another. But ladders too? It's brand new for Pete's sake!

I think my dad's okay now. Although he's been feeling a little lethargic since the fall. Does that constitutes as alright, fine, okay?

You know how your feelings can change its course so abruptly? One minute you're sad and depressed, thinking the rest of the world is out to get you. You rant and rave and fume (quietly, of course) and the next the joys of being alive comes abounding. Well, yeah, it all happened to me today. Within the space of an hour!

I applied for leave on the 5th of December but the thing is I have to swop duties with somebody else so that there will not be short of manpower. Tried once, failed miserably. I was so, gosh...what's the word to use, hmm...disillusioned. Yeah, I hated everybody at that moment. Like everything's so unfair and stuff. Then I managed to rationalise. And decided instead of having the full day leave, I can take half day, right?

So I went back to my boss to tell him. He was pretty nice about it, he said I could try the swopping thing again on another day. And then Heman agreed, and yeah...I can take my leave on the 5th! The world is a beeeauuutifulll place, indeed!

I received a scare on my way home yesterday. I was on 170 after waiting for eons for another 67 to come along. Chatting and laughing with Eve and Chow. Then I heard my message tone go off. Dig, dig inside my bag and finally the phone was retrieved. Flip it open.

Message

Read Now?

I pressed OK and this "cryptic" message appeared.

(5 - New)
*Hel,org kal tak amgkat?bapak jatuh seh...balik cepat..kepala terhentak..muntah..pening...
Date: 17/10
Time: 17:52
(+6597XXXXXX)

My first instinct was to cry out, "Oh f***! Not again." My dad had a fall about 2 years ago and was hospitalised for a few days. Last time was at work. Now at home. So I called home. My mother picked up the call and I asked if Dad had been to the doctor. She said he doesn't want to go even after urging him many, many times. She said she will tell me more when I get home. I was slightly ticked off because Dad didn't want to go for a checkup.
When I got home, I asked why he didn't want to go to the doctor and his reply was it was minor. And that he's fine now. I said I will take him personally to the doctor and he retorted that it's his body and he knows what was going on inside. My sisters urged him to go but he still insisted that he's alright. At some point last night I asked him which university awarded him his M.D. He just kept quiet.
This morning, he woke me up and left for work as normal. *sighs*

*Translation: Hel, I call call but you didn't pick up (actually I didn't hear the phone ring)? Dad had a fall...come home quickly..hit his head..vomitted..headaches...

I know, I should put away the happy pills. But I just can't seem to stop popping them down my oesophagus. My only excuse, the font is nice.

I just surfed through to Fie's blog page and guess what? She has the same colour scale as this one. Everybody's in the greying mode. Wonder why? Must be the weather here. All foggy and hazy *eeyucks..!* (it's pouring as this entry is being made...)...

The rain just stopped. Can you believe it?

I am more at peace with this. Hmm...Thanks Jer for providing a good colour blend for me to 'borrow' your colour scheme. *grins*

Now I'm thinking of putting an image of that famous screaming painting. We'll see...

Okay I changed my mind. I do NOT wish to "deafened" anybody and get sued in return....

You know what? I think I need to make the colours on this page more sedate. The title and the colours don't go, don't you think? No...wait a minute.

I think subconsciously I was going for colours to do the screaming for me. Aurally, you don't hear the screams but it just totally screamed, right? So I'd probably stick with this.

I was involved in an almost accident just now on the way to work. And I think it would be disasterous for that Merc driver. Stupid fool tried to antoganize a bus. A school bus to boot. I didn't actually saw the events leading to the near accident. I was listening to my discman and reading my Wendy Holden, when I heard the faint strains of the horn. I looked up and I saw this black Merc trying to turn in to one of the small lanes that the bus was apparently trying to cross ahead. You know, like a T-junction kinda thingy. By the time the bus was jerking forward. Stopping, going, stopping.
It came to a screeching halt and my bag flew down to the seat in front. The driver said, "F***!" In BIG bold letters. He handbraked the bus and promptly got out, jogged over to the Merc driver, who was by now waiting for 3 schoolgirls in white uniform to get in, and gave a tongue lashing. He kept pointing back to the bus while talking. I can imagine what he was saying, "You damn fool. The bus is carrying school children, (okay teenagers) and you cannot wait. It took a few seconds but the driver kept apologising (by raising his hands, I saw).
Someone snickered at the back of the bus as the driver was getting back to the bus. He said something which I hadn't caught (coz I was still on my discman) and shook his head. I shook mine too (with a what-the-world-is-coming-to expression). Then he started the bus and we went on our way to our destination.

The whole incident took only a few minutes. The minutes that I never want to regret.

I'm still not satisfied as to how this page should look so I'm just going to leave this as it is until I come back to it later. Have got to start work now. Lunch time's over!

I've just created this new blog page. Yeah, I've been toying with the idea of my very own personal weblog like Fie has done. I don't know, I guess I'm not really a sharer. Juz Da 3 Of Us is recently Juz Me. It seemed like I was the only one who bothered to write in. Quite a bummer because we used to have high hopes of an online diary. Well, some things will never take off. *laughs*

Should I just write cheery stuff or should I make full use of this to rant and rave. Is it even worth it?