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The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
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The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
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i sorted out my thoughts on what happened before during the free chinese lesson today while reading 1984 by George Orwell, and that's why i ran off to the washroom. i guess i wld just forget it from now on, as lim peh said so. for some reason, i just felt like running. i felt so enclosed and claustrophobic, with half of the class shouting like there was a riot going on. i guess i didnt care abt what others wld have felt when i did those things, but sometimes i just need some quiet and thinking space, so i apologise if i appalled you with my eccentric demeanour. anyway, there's geog tomorrow, and we are gonna present our geog project, of which i pray mrs chan wldnt(do i not pray or pray...) get a concussion in her cranium when she faints after reading our wonderful and inspirational report. and one more thing. pls forgive me if i actually offend you in the next few days. my parents are undergoing a cold war AGAIN, n i m the poor messanger sandwiched between and torn apart. i dont know why, but i am always the innocent one involved. my brother prefers to stand from afar and munch his popcorn while watching this drama going on. "And the truth shall set you free". i really see the irony in this phrase. try climbing into my skin. you wld finally understand the pains of seeing the world through my glasses, though i know some of you already are undergoing it.
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