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Math is nightmare!

Hey guys, it's the 30th post in my new blogosphere! Weee... *bounce, bounce*

It's the 12th of March, which coincides with Nassygirl's birthday. So for the upteenth time, HAPPY BIRTHDAY and have the most fanta-bulous day ever!!

As usual I'm at work but I wish I was home asleep. SO SLEEPY!! By the way, doing math questions in sleepiness and then trying to sleep right after that is a very bad combination. In fact, it's EXTREMELY bad! Especially when you know you didn't answer the questions well enough. Heh!

So last night I did the math test. It. Was. DEMENTED! I could hardly answer them but I did them anyways. Come to the end of the last minute (it was a timed online test) I still had 3 questions to go. So what else laa... it was me and the sharp shooting game. I didn't even bother calculating it in the end. Hence, I KNOW I flunked it. It would be a crying shame because it's not everyday that normal people like me get to even be considered in a place like that. And I just had to flunk it. Arrghh! *kicks me*

But I prepared my parents and told them about the math I had to do. Dad was wondering why the heck would they want me to do math anyways! He knows I'm not a math genius... actually, everybody in my family knows that. Ahaha! So when my dad asked me how'd it go last night, I just looked at him and said... "Hmm." Nuff said. Now all we have to do is wait. If GOD would answer my prayers, then Alhamdulillah... but if I totally maimed it, I have no one to blame but myself and I'll just have to keep trying elsewhere.

Note to self:
when you have a kid, make sure he/she is a math genius for situations like so.,

Anyways, I don't want to mull in this longer than necessary. This is a worry for next time. My parents are going home to Hippo today and the house will go back to being a singles pad. And yes I know it's still early in the day, but I'm already thinking of what to eat for dinner. Just so happen I hopped over to my LJ and was looking through the food blog community I've been following and suddenly I remembered... TUNA MELT! :)

Now the only problem is... the griller's not in this house. But I'll see what I can come up with. Tehee! More updates to come and hopefully, just hopefully, with more cheery and happy news.


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