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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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Bao Cheng' Bernice' Chien Young' Chun Hing' Claire' Faustina' Felicia' Ferly' Gloria' Irene' Irene & Jiaying' Jac' Jiamin' Jiasin' Jiaying' Lutheng' Karene' Marissa' Melesa' Mingyi' My fictionpress' Pamelia' Pei Rong' Qiu Ting' Rachel' Satires Site' Stasia' Sylvia' The Clique' Vinette' Wenjia' Xin Rong' Xue Ying' Yanne & I' Yanne & Jamie' Zeena' 203'
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I just finished my lunch, and I am crying. Not because I am suffering from depression, but it's due to the chilli that was in the Laksa I just devoured. I literally gobbled my food down with hunger pangs in my stomach.
Anyway, there was a really horrible traffic jam outside the Yio Chu Kang Stadium, and my parents lost their way there too. That is the action. The reaction is me running and nearly falling down into the stadium. And of course, the Sports' Meet had to start at 8. I reached there at 7.30, and nearly died of a cardiac arrest. Interesting, isn't it?
The good news is that I wasn't the only one who was lost. Mrs Ng had happily called Eunice up to ask her if it was Chua Chu Kang or Yio Chu Kang. It is so amazing that she didn't go to Mediacorp instead, thinking it was Phua Chu Kang.
I was just reading my book through half of the Sports' Meet, but Mrs Teo kindly ambushed me and took my book, using my receipt to bookmark it, then telling me I should enjoy myself before hugging me. I nearly screamed molest... Unfortunately, Mrs Tieh wasn't there to search for me...
Talking about Mrs Tieh. I was telling Faus that she resembled a vsmvrt patient. I have to code that virus or some teacher that happily skips pass here would gladly make me go through the trauma and agony like that of one undergoing chemotherapy. Get it?
Due to the intense boredom that I went through, I decided to help my Debates friends help their classmates who are going for the OM World Finals sell drinks to raise funds. I know the people who are going for the World Finals as well, so I thought I may just be a nice friend and help them.
I was running around with Yanne selling drinks to teachers and students alike. My marketing skills really improved from last time I guess... We asked Mdm Mak and Mrs Chek too. Mrs Chek bought a drink, gave us $10 and told us to keep the change. The teachers were really supportive too.
When the Sports' Meet ended, Timmy and I went to the MRT station together. We saw Mrs Ng on the way, as well as Xin Rong and Zeena. Xin Rong had kindly decided to bring her camera, and taken pictures of our teachers. I asked in PURE CURIOSITY whether she had a certain teacher's photo, and pointed at Mrs Ng. Xin Rong then called out "Mrs Ng! Mrs Ng!" I thought that Xin Rong was such a polite girl and wanted to say Hey sunnily to Mrs Dubose like what Scout did, but it turned out that we should not judge books by their covers. Xin Rong said that I wanted Mrs Ng's photograph, and I rebutted by saying that Xin Rong was insane and that it was Timmy that wanted it. Mrs Ng then asked if it was because we were afraid that she would vaporise during the weekend as Xin Rong had said that I wanted Mrs Ng's photo to adore through the weekend as I wouldn't be able to see her, resulting in me proclaiming that she was insane. Mrs Ng then said that it was not the time, as she was going for a haircut. Then Xin Rong and Zeena broke out in a "quarrel" as both did not know where to take the bus from. Xin Rong asked Zeena if the latter actually thought that she was a guide dog, and Zeena said yes. I was saying that Xin Rong would be the Saint Bernard, the angel in the cold. You know the dog that is said to save people who were stuck up snow mountains? Yeah...
It turned out that Mrs Ng was taking the train too. So were Melesa and Karene. For some reason, the rest of them including Mrs Ng started talking about hair, and I was amazed as I never expected Mrs Ng to talk about such issues. She was saying that her own hair was very unmanageable, and that her hairdresser is very conservative. She also said that her own hair was very thin and wavy, not the typical Chinese girl hair that most hairdressers in Singapore are best at. Then she said that Timmy and my hair was nice, and suitable for the Kao Shampoo advertisements. Right... Astonishing, isn't it?
It turned out that Mrs Ng was going to Novena, so we took the same train. The rest of us decided to stand, while Mrs Ng sat in the only seat that was available if I am not mistaken. The holy throne... Just kidding.
I alighted with Timmy at Bishan, and saw Yimin, Irene, Vinette and Irene's senior too. We then headed to Junction 8. I went with them as my mum said that she could only meet me at 11.30.
So I am just home. Shall go for my bathe now.
12:48 PM