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Author
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.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
For some weird reason, I suddenly had this ambition to get a scholarship and go overseas to some known university to study law, philosophy and Lit. I am insane, seriously I am.
Anyway, I saw Mrs Ng in the library after CIP. I was sitting in the solitude of the library reading the May 9th edition of the Time magazine, when I heard the familiar tud-tud resounding in the library. It turned out high heels... Out of sheer curiosity, I peeked out of the comics corner and saw the dinosaur of my form teacher sitting docilely(IRONY!) reading the newspapers. I immediately understood the meaning of 'curiosity mangled the cat'.
So enough trash. She was borrowing a Chinese book, and was just a few steps away from me. Phew... It was really freaky. I am not sure if she saw me though. Enough said.
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