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Mindless rantings

Went for my aptitude cum IQ test at CMPB yesterday. Was supposed to be done last week together with the medical checkup, but bugger, the station closed 7 bloody minutes before I reached. Anyway, I had to spend my Wednesday morning doing math problems without a calculator, which was quite irritating. Then they asked some dumb physics questions which didn't require much hesitation. When I reached the last section, which was identifying number patterns, I was freezing in the room and dying to get out. So I simply skipped the last few questions, completed the final questionnaires, and bailed.

Jay-walked to the bus-stop and saw this RJC guy (Joseph) whom I talked to last Wednesday. While waiting for the train at the station, our conversation about mundane issues suddenly took a change for the better:

Me: You know who (censored) is? She's in
my school and was from your primary school.


Joseph: (censored) (censored surname) is it?

Me: Yeah. She's quite pretty right?

Joseph: Ok lah... So-so only... But can pass lah...

Me: -Raises an eyebrow-

Joseph: But she's les right?
I couldn't help but laugh inside me. I mean, he even knows this kind of thing, considering the fact that they haven't seen each other for so many years (I assume). And his opinion about her appearance? If she's "so-so only", then there sure as hell isn't any hope for the girls in my school.

Disclaimer: No names appeared in the aforementioned conversation, so if you have any idea who the person is, it's probably not her, unless you gather all the les in NY and start guessing. Then again, I might have lousy taste, so yeah, it could always be the ugly one.