i'm slow?

so, mighty M sarcastically gave a remark that ' i just can't expect that princess picked up the mistake cos she's normally dull and slow '. well, maybe he was embarrassed that i noticed that silly mistake in his english. who doesn't know that mighty M speaks good, fluent english. he could have been romeo in the famous shakespearean play if he had been a lil bit more gorgeous. now, just try to imagine mighty M expressing his utmost love to juliet and finally sealing her lips with his juicy, pouty, thick lips. owh.... did i just said juicy? he was trying to thrust a sword into my lil knuckled-sized, actively beating heart so that i could feel the awful pain and shame for humiliating him. true to its contrary, he failed in his mission. i was not hurt at all. yet, the part on whether i was a slow person had been lingering in my mind.

I took that good for nothing IQ test in facebooK a fortnight ago and the results were poor. my IQ level was just 74. i tried to recollect what i've learnt during my psy postings on mental retardation. OK, fine... my psy knowledge had been so rusty-green that i need to open up my pinkish pointless notes. you'll have to label somebody as mentally challenged when he has an average IQ of less than 70. owh... so mine was just 4 points ahead. Dr N used to comment that i had epicanthic fold in my lil eyes. needless to say... my batchmates were all taking turns to stare at my mongolian eyes. in fact, i had to remove my specs just to let them look at how horrible those epicanthic folds were.

kf said that i'm always slow in catching up. to learn suturing is just ABCs to him... when it looks so sophisticated to me. i believe that his mommy must have forced him to do cross stitch back in ipoh. otherwise, he couldn't have pick up the skills so easily.... he managed to intubate that neonate in the skills lab yesterday when i just couldn't insert that useless tube. of course, i wasn't the only one who failed. i guess that somebody in my group is also as slow as me. wink wink

that stupidity in me is getting from bad to worst...arghh... my silly bro had acted as my mommy when i called home two days ago.. and i had actually believed that he's my mom!!! he was 'crying' and i had stupidly believed that my mom was crying. needless to say.... we ended up laughing till our bellies ached. lol