Almost 2005

Yeah, I went to New Asia Bar today. Its been eons since I went to a bar or anywhere that made my hair smell so horribly of cigarettes smoke. Nice place, Great View. Lousy plastic table that kept moving though.

We were seated just next to the dj console and had the music full blast. It was way too loud. So loud it made screams inaudible.

Took tons of photos there. Am not going to show any cos I do not think my friends fancy their pictures online.

The last time I went up Swissotel, it was Westin Stamford and it was Compass Rose. I remembered we went in by the back door, through the kitchen because we took the wrong lift up. We drank some merlion drink and stole like 2 merlion figurines, 2 Westin Stamford figurines back home. I have one Merlion at home. I think Sam has one, Ben has one, and either Mingli or Emily has the other. It was hilarious. The waiters were supposed to give us brand new figurines to bring home, but we conveniently put into our bags the figurines that we drank from as well.

Those were the days. Think we were only eighteen then.

Yeah, New Year Eve's tomorrow, or rather today as its 3am now.
May the New Year bring on better things, and still, may Weiqiang be found.

Still missing

Gosh, Weiqiang is still missing. His story has surfaced in Straits Times and other media. Really hope all goes well.

I known him since I was 10. That's a long way back. Now the only thing I can do is to post his information on any online list, forums I can find. I am not sure if it will help, but at least its better than sitting back and doing nothing.

It is really hard to find any information online, the sg govt provides very scanty information about Singaporean victims. You would have to go to Thai sites to learn more, then again, none of us can read Thai.

I read reports after reports of the disaster. Its getting a bit of an OD. Its a mess everywhere.

I donated via dbs online banking. However, I have this feeling that my money will be used to defray administrative costs instead of reaching to the victims. This is why I have decided to buy a $10 food packet when I get to NTUC too. It hard to imagine that $10 is nothing to me, but it means a lot to others. All I have to do is to skip a meal or two, take the bus instead of cab, and that's my $10.

Note: Those of you who wants to donate via dbs online banking. Please make payment to "Red Cross Tidal Waves Asia". The consumer reference number is your contact number. You can also donate at ATMs.

Tsunami Waves

Last night I received an sms from kl saying that our primary school friend was holidaying in Phi Phi Island and is still missing. The embassy has found his gf but he is still unaccounted for. I am so sad, I just everything goes well for him.

I first heard news of the tsunami when I was speaking to Yumi. I went Phuket and Phi Phi Island with him years ago. He told me, " eh, remembered the chalets we stayed in? Now they are water chalets." I immediately dismissed him and he had to convinced me it was news.

Blame it on the fact that there was no newspapers on boxing day and I had not watched any tv as usual.

I felt this pang of grief immediately. I felt almost nothing when there was a bomb blast in Madrid. I have never been to Madrid. I didn't know how it looked like there. I couldn't visualized the extend of damage.

This is different. I have been to Phuket, walked the streets of Patpong , snorkeled at Phi Phi Island. Everything felt so near. It might sound a bit irrelavant, but it could have been me if the waves came earlier. They say, you have to be in the right time, right place. In this case, wrong time, wrong place. I met 50% of the criterion.

I immediately emailed Pat to make sure she was ok too. She goes to Phuket often for work. Thank goodness she replied my email and is safely in BKK.

I really really hope that Weiqiang is safe and sound.

The Wedding

I went to a wedding dinner tonight and I only met the bride and groom once before.

In short, I was the plus one. On the wedding invite, it was written "Dung and partner". I am that insignificant. Would it actually be so much trouble to find out my name??

I decided if I have to invite them to my wedding, the invite will be "Groom and partner". Fark.

That's beside the point. Why does everyone have to wear nice dresses to weddings?? My dresses are either too informal or way too short for weddings. I need a nice dress. But then, I think I need more than one nice dress because I cannot possibly wear the same thing to every weddings because you meet the same people every wedding. Crap.

I wore a tube and denim to the wedding today and I looked like I was going to zouk instead of going to a wedding. Whatever. Thankfully I think I have no more weddings to go to this year. I think the next wedding I would have to attend will be in May.

This brings me to another point, Why is everyone getting married!!!! *grits teeth*

Today, the bride and groom looked as if they were a JC couple instead. The groom is not too tall and the bride is short. I think she is less than 155cm. They look juvenile. The only other couple I think looks juvenile is Emily and her Nan.

At all the weddings that I attend this year, I have always been the plus one. When are my friends getting married? They should, so at least I know the wedding couple and more people at the table.

One more day

yikes, one more day. One more day before I roll up my sleeves and refuse to work for the rest of this year.

This would be my first break since I started to work. I cannot understand why my friends get so many leave days but its so hard to take leave at my crappy workplace. When you go on leave, the world looks at you like you are not doing any work. I do not have to go out of the country to take leave. I believe I can take leave because I do not want to work.

This brings me to another point, why is it that everytime you go on leave, or come back after the weekend , people ask you

"So where did you go yesterday/during the weekend?"

Why does everyone assume that you have to go somewhere??? When you politely tell them you stayed at home and did nothing, they look at you as if you have no life. Its like adding salt to the wound. People who stay at home do not want to be reminded they stayed at home. Crap

I resolve not to ask anyone the question, I will ask "Had a good weekend/ leave?" if I really have to make small talk.

Its coming!!!

I see that ICQ has reminded all 300 contacts on my list that my birthday is coming!!

I got msgs from Chippy (very irritating guy) and Qes (another very irritating guy) wishing me Happy Birthday. Both Chippy and Qes are friends and are in the Air Force. Both Chippy and Qes both think each other are irritating. Anyhow, Qes merely typed "Happy Birthday". Its not my birthday yet!! Be more sincere, put IN ADVANCE. But then, I should not be so demanding.

Yumi smsed me Happy Birthday too. and in advance. He is going somewhere and will be unable to wish me on the actual day. Yeah.

Last year I switched off my ICQ Birthday notice and no one remembered my birthday!! I felt it was pointless to have people whom I am not close to wish me happy birthday because ICQ told them to.

This year, I cannot care less. Yeah, I'm getting older!

All Red and Ugly

The past few days were a blur. I spent the last three days in bed. I fell terribly sick. I am much better now. The fever, runny nose, sore throat is now replaced by a intermitted cough.

BUT I now have swollen elbows and knees!!!

I had an allergic reaction to the medication. I broke out in mini rash all over my joints. You can see specks of blood just under my skin around my elbow and knees. I look terrible. My tights and knees looks as if you have applied char siew sauce to it. Worse still, I can't walk because its painful on my knees. Argk. I feel like Michelin baby.

I went back to the doctor in search for a cure but you know what, the doctor went on vacation. Are they even allowed to do that? Feed their patients some stupid cocktail of drugs so that they break out in rash and have to go back to you, and you conveniently forget about your money making scheme and go on holiday? Pui! I forgot to mention my doctor drives a Volvo Convertible too. GPs, do they really earn that much?

Then again, they should. Afterall, he charged me $44, a total rip off.

I keep staring at my ugly elbows and knees. I keep touching them too. The spots are actually very warm. Its like an exothermic reaction. Fwah.

I want my flawless skin back!! *wails*

Bling Bling.

Argk, I am sick again. I used to be very strong and seldom fall sick. Nowadays I fall sick like a wimp. Have a fever and my throat hurts. I felt so weak that I had to scramble home from work in a cab. Worse still, I still had to direct the clueless cab driver on the route to take. I seriously thought I was going to faint in the cab. Took panadol extra and my life is dependent on it now.

On to happier healthy things,

I realized yesterday that I actually like jewellery. When I was in my prepubescent teens, I never understood the craze my friends had for Bits and Pieces and Perlini silver. IMHO, the stuff they sell there were downright ugly. The only time I went there was to find presents for friends.

I thought I wasn't girl enough to like jewellery.

Yesterday, I realized I do like jewellery. They are so beautiful. Its just that the stuff at Bits and Pieces and Perlini Silver are so ugly.



See isn't this so lovely.

Jewellery cannot be given by anyone. Something worn so close to you has to be special.

I have been wearing this diamond necklace my mum gave me on my 18th birthday. Its a small diamond, and not the least bit eye-striking but I have been wearing it everyday. I only take it out when I go swimming. Once, I lost the diamond when I neglected to hook it properly. I went into a frenzy but found the diamond eventually.

Ok, I think I need to stop blogging. The effects of panadol are wearing out and my brain is collapsing. Till I feel better. Meanwhile, I love blings blings!

My Xmas Wish List

Because I am still in my depressed mood and refuse to write depressing entries, I have nothing to blog about. Writing depressing entries only serves to make one more depressed. So, Lef suggested I write a Xmas wish list, so here it goes.

I maintain that I am a simple person who really doesn't yearn for any single item, just give me a pool and swimming suits and I be the happiest person on earth.

Nevertheless, my wish list goes:
- I want a new pc with a big lcd screen. The lcd screen should be big and mounted on the wall. I will have wireless keyboard and mouse, so that I can surf and chat while lazing in bed. Throw in B&O sound system too please.

- PS2 and Xbox and N-gage. I do not game much. I played Crimson skies briefly and I kept crashing and I seemed unable to dodge the bullets. Nevertheless, I would be the envy of many because I have all the gaming platforms. I would then be more attractive to guys.

- Colorful bedsheets. They must be like a thousand thread count. Colorful bedsheets are important because they ensure sweet dreams. However, most colorful bedsheets are damn obiang. Its tough choosing the perfect bedsheet.

- A palmtop. I want the one with the fastest processor, highest memory, brightest display, chicest design. Then, I will be able to play bejeweled wherever I go.

- A king size bed. I want to be able to roll and turn in bed.

- A bigger room to fit my king size bed.

- To strike toto. I will then quit my job and learn how to grow my money. Working is just not me. I'm a Sunday child.

- Have cable in my room. I used to have cable in my room until my dad switched to Digital cable. He has since not wired cable into my room and I am limited to Ch5 only. I don't watch the mandarin channels anyhow. I want to be able to watch SATC in my room instead of in the hall. It is embarrassing when your parents are around when Samantha is shagging some guy. While we are on the topic, NO, I do not want a dildo. Lef keeps insisting I need one.

- Dobby. I need dobbies to clean up after me. My room is constantly in a mess that I gave up trying to tidy it. Where have all the house-elves gone? *sings to the tune of where have all the cowboys gone*

Xmas xmas xmas.....oh..did I mention, my bday is very close to xmas too.

Foul Week

I am fucking pissed right now.

I had not had a good week. In fact, I had the worst week of my life thus far.

My dad had a heart attack and was hospitalized. He was in ICU with all the drips and was hooked up to a monitoring system. I spent four nights there. They only allowed this one miserable cold hard chair in ICU, this explains my backache. My back is still sore. Fuck. yadar yadar yadar...do not want to elaborate in my foul mood.

Had a depressing week at work. Although it was only a 4 day week at work, I had no drive and motivation. Totally low morale and time crawled. It was miserable. Fuck

Was looking forward to meeting Dung but as usual he has so much work. I went home today knowing that I will die and rot in the office if I stayed there. He called me at 8 to say that he was leaving his office and was washing up. Already I was getting pissed, but nm. I am magnanimous.

8.30pm. Some blardy thingy went into my left eye making it all red and uncomfortable. I looked like the one red eye pirate. I had all this pent up energy in me. My eye still hurts. Fuck.

9pm, he called and said he just left. Fuck. 1 whole hour. 9pm. By the time he meets me, it will be 9.30pm, and we will land up with nowhere to go and nothing to eat. He will then be dead tired and sleep in my carpark. So, I said in a rather pissed tone, "Why not you just go home?". You know what, he AGREED but added he will go eat. So I asked where, and he said he was going Ikea to eat. Fuck. Firstly, regardless of what I said, his reaction should still to be to meet me. Secondly, how can he go Ikea without me. Fuck Fuck Fuck. I am so pissed.

I soften and asked him to meet me, he then told me that he had turned into AYE. Fuck. How can anyone make a turn so fast. Fuck.

930pm, I msged him, "I am very mang zhang. Was looking forward to meeting you. Fuck". No reply. Again, incorrect response.

In summary, I had a terrible week. Also, there are only 5 people online on my icq list now, it serves only to further jeer me. Fuck.

S Idol

I am blogging this on notes as there is something wrong with blogger.

It is now the half hour break before the nation crowns Singapore Idol.

My Malay colleagues have said that they will wear a paper bag over their heads if Sly wins.
Much as I like to see the big brown bag, I have to say Taufik is the better one.
Sly irritated the hell out of me. I cannot hear what he is singing. His words are all either mashed up or mispronounced. Totally irksome.

I may not speak Queen's English but Sly said "I saw it flew", in his defense when a stray light stick whizzed past the Judge's table.
I cringed. Its "I saw it fly, fly fly, not flew"
I repeat, Sly irritates me.

Then again, I will not vote. It is still imho a waste of money. I rather buy 4D.

Mediacorp artiste are terrible too. With the exception of a few, none of them refuse to reveal who they are rooting for when interviewed. This is crap. It is not as if you will lose fans if you pick either contestant. Come on, where's all the self confidence? I just feel like bashing their heads against a freshly painted wall when they sit on the fence. Grrr...


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Because blogger server is still down. Taufik is now Singapore Idol!!!!

I am so happy!!!
Except that moment that he passed the mike to Sly to sing his first single. Stupid boy, your fans voted for you, they want to hear you and you pass the mike to Sly. This is not the time to be sporting. Whatever.

I am so glad I will hear Taufik on radio. Yeah!

My oh My oh My Boooo

Have not blogged in a while.

Been in a slight depression. I was thinking that it would be yet another passing phase, but I plummeted deeper n deeper into Modor.

Its too lengthy to retell the tale, but the summary is
- I feel directionless
- I do not really know what I am doing
- I do not know what I want to do.

I came up with a few action items. I whined to a few people online and they probably know what they are. I cannot explicitly express myself, because I suspect more people are reading this that I know. Enough about ssh-shhh.

On a happier note, I decided I will learn how to use codecharge. I have been very lazy and thus unsuccessful. I will start in December. Tomorrow is December. So far, my only accomplishment is that I managed to find IIS on XP and now have a web server for publishing.

Also, I had lunch with Ben today. . Ben now has a red vios. It is an awful red. Its the splat red kinda of red. Take Nippon paint red and splash it all over your car. Ugly. I like red cars, but Ben's red was lackluster.

Lunch with an old friend is always good, you hurl profanities at each other knowing no one really minds. You condemn the same kind(race) of people, you have the same taste in food, you speak the same language.

Five things I learnt
- being vegetarian will make you less desirable to the opposite sex. My cousin is having second thoughts about a girl after he learnt of her diet.
- giving blowjobs will ultimately get you what you want. Read Candace Bushnell's Trading Up for more details
- N-gade QD has 8 in 1 pirated games in MMC cards. This rocks, because a single game cartridge costs around $60.
- I actually like Alicia Keys and Usher's My Boo quite a bit. I foresee my next song will be Britney Spears' Santa can you hear me..
- Boo originated from the French word 'Beau', it got mispronounced along the way and now is my oh my oh my boooo.

My Theory

Yesterday I came up with a fantastic theory.

As I roused myself in bed on a cold early Monday morning, a singular question raced through my head - "Why do I have to wake up to go work? Why do I have to work?"

I was thoroughly unhappy as I peeled myself from the bed, it was then I formulated my theory.

I had just realized a day ago that I was born on a Sunday. I was checking my users details on ICQ when I found out. I had always wanted to know which day of it week it was when I was born and now the mystery was finally solved.

I conjured in my little head that since I was born on a Sunday , I was not meant for work. Sundays are days of rest and only losers work Sunday. The rest of the world rest. So, since I was born on a Sunday, I figured that I was never meant for work. I got a little happier as I thought about it.

Psychoedd came online later in the day and I amused her with my theory. I think she must have dismissed it as yet another one of my weird ideas. Nevertheless, she checked and she was born on a Wednesday, middle of the week. I figured that like the day, people born on Wednesday just work, its neither a good or bad thing.

We then concluded that if you are born on a Sunday and it happens to be a public holiday, you would be blessed for life.

When two girls chat, the topic inevitably switches to guys. I told her that Sunday guys are not good because they are probably as nua as me. Friday guys are bad too cos all they think of will be to party, they would probably be flirtaous too. Monday guys have to work very hard because Mondays are the start of a long grueling work week.

It would be preferential to pick a Monday guy over a Sunday/Friday guy. Come on, who wants a useless guy.

Psychoeed got curious and asked which day Dung was born. I had no idea and she checked for me. Turns out he is a Monday guy. In Psychoeed's own words, "you are SO freaking accurate". No wonder Dung works 24/7. This explains it all.

Of course I told Dung. I think he has heard enough of my bizarre theories and has perfected the skill of indulging me before dismissing me. *goes giddy with joy*

The Incredibles

Yes, I watched The Incredibles on Friday.

It must have been 2 gazillions years since I last watched a movie on a Weekday.

I want to be a superhero!! Why aren't my parents superheroes in disguise?

I might then be able to run/swim very very fast. I can even disappear into oblivion whenever I feel like it.

I love The Incredibles. Disney finally got it right after their lackluster performance from the last few movies.

The Incredibles is fantastic.It beats Shark Tales hollow. Renee Zellweger and especially Will Smith's voice irritated me big time throughout the show.

There is Mr Incredible, a superhero who has incredulous strength. He uses cars and trains instead of dumbbells to build up muscles. His wife, Mrs Incredible aka Elasticgirl, is superhero too. She is like plastacine. She can mould herself into any shape, fit into grooves and stretch her body a mile long.

Of course, they have super hero kids. There is Violet, Dash and Jack-jack. Violet can disappear as and when she likes. She also can create this ball of force that shields everyone from bullets, explosions and all things straying into her path. Dash runs very very fast. So fast that his movements cannot be caught on tape. Jack-jack is only an infant, but has exhibited powers of fire.

Ain't that the coolest family ever?

I shall stop before I spoil the movie for everyone else.

I give it 20 outta 10. Go watch!

About Lef

hahaha...good old Lef raved about me in his blog. It started from a normal icq conversation,

C : yoyoo so glad u started to blog again
Lef : wahaha
Lef :but i dunno what to write again...
C : me is blogging now..jsut write whatever u want to write
write abt me..hahaha
Lef :okok
C :hahha...sure or not....
C :u say write then i write lor...........
Lef :wahaha
C :hahahaha......good good

and Lef wrote about me!!!!!

I am pretty sure he got into a lot of trouble with his other gfs with that entry.

Waaaa, most of the time, you can classify guys into a few categories (see one of my earlier post). They are either Bastards, Sore Losers, CMI, Try to hard, the list goes on. Lef is one of the very few who fits neither here nor there. You would have to create a special category for him.

When he shows me his photoalbum, he always takes photos with pretty girls. His convocation pictures are all with pretty girls. I am forever amazed how he finds all the pretty girls. I think he makes Kpoh and Des jealous. It is easy for a stranger to mistake him for a superficial creep but the truth is, he enjoys a unique and treasured relationship with each of this girls.

I have enjoyed a tremendous friendship with Lef. He gives me presents every year on my birthday without fail!! He has presented me with a telescope (I am still slightly awed by the magnitude of that gesture, although he claims that he went on a shopping spree because he was depressed).

During my first year in boring engineering school, Lef helped me with Graphics the whole semester. To those unfamiliar with graphics, it is this irritating module where they make you draw on isometric paper. They give you weird instructions and you are expected to follow. Sometimes, you are required to draw things from plane view, side view, whatever. As the semester progressed, things become weirder and they tell you that you have to draw blocks, sphere, triangles at precise coordinates, worse still, these structures intersect each other.

I hated graphics and sucked at it. Lef, on the other hand, aced graphics. Lef helped me with graphics week after week tirelessly. The point to note is that I did not bug and leeched onto Lef for help. He sought me out week after week to ask if I needed help, all the way until the final paper. I remembered he even insisted that I meet him a few days before the finals to make sure I was ok. I eventually scored a B+ for graphics and that would definitely would not be possible without Lef.

About Lef (in the same copied format)
1. Lef uses a very strong scented shower foam. Shucks, I momentarily forgot the brand
2. Lef has like 10 million guitars
3. Lef likes comics
4. Lef is always on ICQ
5. Lef's house is very big but has cracks on the wall
6. Lef smses everyone Good Morning, he goes "hi babe, good morning and ....". He words the sms as if he is smsing you, but he in actual fact is mass-smsing everyone.
7. As a result, Lef sms bills skyrockets.
8. Lef loses his handphone all the time.
9. Lef gives me the impression he eats a lot of MacDonald's.
10. Lef has been a wonderful friend, and will be. He is fantabulous although I wish he would take more than 3 minutes to bath. Grosskid.

My Inspiration

A colleague of mine spends $600 a month only.

*waits for reaction*

Well, before you pass any judgment. Let me include the fact that his $600 a month covers his $300 rent.
Do the math, and he only spends $300 a month.

Shocked?

He lives alone, has to buy groceries, toiletries, food, everything to sum it up , and he spends only 600-300=300 a month.
Woa. I easily spend $600 a month and I do not need to pay rent, or buy daily necessities. He is good.

I can't seem to understand why all my money went. Except for a few pairs of shoes, I think I indulged too much in food. It is an irony in itself because I actually hate eating. I eat only because I have to.

Then again, the counter argument is that I have been eating good these days. I dine so often at crystal jade that I know exactly what I want to eat before I reach the outlet.I used up all my UOB dining privileges too.

That layer of bubble forming around my waist must be my punishment.

My colleague in turns eats only vegetables. He is not vegetarian but all he orders for lunch is rice with 3 different type of greens. He claims that he wants to be healthy and that meat makes his stomach churn. Veggies with rice is also the cheapest combination ever. I secretly think that he would be eating all meat if meat were cheaper than veggies.

For dinner, he boils corn and veggies. For all the lack of meat in his diet, he is a 1.85m tall strapping guy. Very lean and with a extremely nice butt. His butt is very toned. I used to watch him swim when we were in school and my my my, he is eye candy. *drools*

I have crowned him MY INSPIRATION.

Now all I have to do is to start eating my greens(puke), stop eating at crystal jade, stop buying ice cream to eat, stop using food vouchers, stop eating desserts after dinner, stop buying bubble tea to drink, I might actually match his spending.

Amazing Race

Why are Americans so dumb? Why do they all think they can win the amazing race?

Take for example, old grandparents who vehemently believe they can win the race. Ohmygesh, oh pul-sease, It is impossible. You need a combination of luck, wit and strength to win the race. Stop daydreaming about the million dollar cash prize, you should have worked harder when you had the vigor.

Example number 2, father and daughter team. Again its about strength, poor old daddy will never make it. Unless you fathered your child when you were a minor, why not just watch the race from the comforts of your home.

Example number 3, couples who claim they want to build their relationship. Ok, so these people do at least have some chance of running the race decently. However, they usually land up screaming at each other half the time because they cannot read the map, the do stupid things like filling petrol into a diesel tank(happens every season), they jump at the chance to blame each other etc. They blame each other too quickly.

I am always amazed at the rubbish these Americans say, how they think so highly of themselves, how they all think they will win the race.
At first you think, woa, confident people. After some time, I think there people just do not know their limits. Thus, the cliché ,"Empty vessels make the most noise"

You see the fire and aggressiveness in their eyes, but really after 5 seasons, I know better and I scoff at them.

*clutches throat and bangs head on wall*

I need to blardy remind myself not to pick up calls from certain numbers.
I happily picked up my phone cos it is the first foreign number since I switched to free incoming.

Turns out to be vivace's husband to be, and suprise suprise, he is a financer planner. Argk.
I know vivace first, and even then, I am not even close to her. Much less the guy. Argk.

Anyway, he is not that fluent a talker, cos he spoke to me the 3 times I absent mindedly picked up the phone and he has yet to introduce himself as a financer planner. Whatever.

My nose is still leaking and my throat is still sore. Dorithricin like all other Western medicine is a scam.

Anyhow, in my wrecked state, I am going to meet Dung. Dung flared up at me yesterday for no good reason other then that he was pissed and irritated and I think he is trying to make up for it.

Argk

So, today is the last day of my 5 day holiday.

I ought to be delighted for such a break but somehow I am feeling different,
My head's throbbing because I slept too much. It feels like its going to explode. My throat is in agony cos I drank too little water on Saturday, yes, my throat is that sensitive.

Argk, feeling very lousy.

I am dumb

Waaaa....sobsob...

I did this test and my score is only 110. Asendoh scored 114. To make sure the test is not a fluke, I retook it but clicked A for all 39qns. It churned out a score of 80. 80 is an idiot's score. So, there is some basis in this test after all.

I went to the mensa webpage to see what 100 meant. It only meant that I was at the 50% percentile of the population. I feel so blardy dumb. There must be a lot of retards out there, and for that matter of fact, a whole lot of geniuses. I am so sad.

Not yet totally convinced, I went to this site, directed from the mensa website. I scored 24. Again, asendoh beat me by scoring 26. He is officially smarter than me. The canned msg churned was

"Thank you for trying Mensa Italia Preliminary Test!You answered correctly to 24 questions out of 33, therefore youhave good possibilities to succeed the actual Mensa test"

Another link later gave this table
Correct answers 33 32 31 30 29 28 27 26 25 24 less than 24
Probability 95% 95% 90% 85% 80% 75% 70% 65% 60% 50% very few

So, I only have a 50% chance of getting to mensa. This totally concurs with the result of the first test. Not that I want to get into mensa, but the grim reality bites.

In my weak defense, my parents were constantly nagging at me to hang the clothes while I did the test. Sigh. Whatever.

I am utterly sad. Only 50% percentile. Now, I will stop sprouting rubbish and stop insulting Neanderthals, for some time at least till i find some way of rebuking mensa. Sob Sob.