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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.
Loves
Reading, Maisy (my dog), tea, writing (albeit badly), piano, music, junk food.
Hates
Almost everything else besides the things mentioned above.
Friends
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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Chat area
AHHHHH! Mrs Ng just emailed me to say that the school did not receive any withdrawal form, and she had passed me one. Really, I did not receive any! Oh man... I am so dead. That proves why I was like worrying that there was no form at all. Anyway, I gave her my dad's contact number and email, and so I'd better prepare my dad or he'd get a cardiac arrest about why this teacher was calling him up.
Also, I heard from Claire that Mr Tan(for safety's sake) was asking for the girl who was talking to him on the flight to Perth to see him... For Heaven's sake, what happens once does not happen twice, and having gotten into trouble because of this blog issue last year, it would not happen again. I was not the girl who was badmouthing the school, so those who are fretting, please stop worrying for my safety.
I guess that's about all... Oh yes! I heard that you people have a parent-teacher-meeting day on the 22nd of July for the subject combinations... Good luck to all of you... HAHA! I am gloating, I am officially gloating... You all can't do anything to me. Too bad!:P
5:16 PM
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Arrgh. I just realized that I have some gymnastics assessment tomorrow during Physical Education. Oh well... I'll just tell the teacher that I have never done gym in my life(which is a white lie! [I'd break my spine if I actually had to be assessed]), and could not do the assessments. But somehow, it's good if I broke my spine. I could then skip 2 days of school. Woohoo! Look how desperate I am... Desperate students(not housewives).
Hmm... I am thinking of trying out something new. A certain *someone* suggested that I took up wakeboarding. Maybe when spring or summer comes, I'd take that up, but it's winter and freezing at the moment. I was thinking of surfing too... How does ice-skating sound? Oh well... Too many to select now... And no time to do so too. So at the moment, it's still reading, of which I would never give up.
Nothing much to talk about, since I refuse to talk about school. I can't stand it, and can't wait for the holidays to come next week. Finally two weeks of freedom... But I am already having nightmares about school. Damn... And I am thinking of feigning some illness tomorrow. Opps... Shouldn't have said that. Haha... Alright. Have to go now. Bye!
9:51 PM
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
I've finally done my homework. Phew... Anyway, I have to do some silly presentation on a novel on Friday. Well, as all of you should have guessed, I chose TKAM, since I wouldn't need to prepare much if I did that...
And the amazing thing is that most of the people here haven't read TKAM! I mean, I'd read it even before this year, but people here are really... They don't read much, and I shan't elaborate on that before anyone comes after me in school... The worst thing is that the library is really lousy. Like you could get the books you wanted, since no one borrows them, but they are really old and smelly... And the library is closed most of the time, which is dead irritating. What's the point of paying so much school fees then? Damn the damned school.
The teachers here aren't any better. They are just doing things according to the book, and I could just snore off to sleep for all I cared. They wouldn't give two hoots to anything I did, even if I did jumping jacks in a Jedi suit right infront of them(ok, I shouldn't have given you that image of me doing jumping jacks in that suit). Well, perhaps Yoda would give a better image.
Now the digression's over, let me get back to the school library. The VCDs are only for the TEACHERS, and thus we don't get to use them at all. And the worst thing is that we are paying for them, and the teachers don't make use of it at all, except for their own benefit. What rubbish is that? I mean, we pay for it, we should be allowed to use it. Oh well... Everything is going by the book here, and I can't stand it! I can slowly feel myself approaching rigor mortis... I am just suffocating slowly under this whole heap of rules and regulations, and the people here are doing nothing about it, but seeming so happy. Urrgh! People here just don't use their brains, if they even have some.
Anyway, enough rantings. I shall go read my Dilbert book, and get the h*ll out of here.
10:36 PM
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Fine. I am very bored, and school's been dead boring, thus I've been thinking through tons of philosophical issues. There's no one to talk to about them though, as how I see it, the people in my school are all either:
1: Bimbotic(girls)
2: Vulgar, make weird actions at you, bully you(sometimes due to my skin colour)(mostly guys)
3: Science and Maths (OH... The human body is.... *Captain, snoring in sight!(mind, that's alliteration)*
And yes, I cannot stand my English teacher. She tells us the wrong facts, and the ignorant fools of the class(ok, I have been stereotyping lots), take it as the word of God. For example, she said that alliteration is a phrase/sentence starting with the same consonance(or something like that), and it isn't true, since she's left out those poor vowels such as U and I(pun fully intended). And as I am new, and really out of place(again, racism), I do not dare to even put a toe out of line, and not to mention my whole arm in the air. So I sit at my desk as docile as a lamb, but write in my notebook words like "What BULLSHIT about alliteration". My teacher nearly caught sight of it... Damn. I settled for a limerick writing session in the end, though it took me about 2 minutes to do one. Here it is for all to roll on the floor laughing their ar*es off(Apologies for all previous vulgarities as well as future ones).
My english teacher is really fat,
But on the desk she still sat.
Down came the table
Like the angel gabriel
And killed her with a splat.
Mind you, I am not talking about your beloved Mrs Ng, so please do not come after me with virtual choppers. And please do not talk about images being virtual, since that's what I am learning for Science. "The image in the mirror is virtual, laterally inverted... *Captain, sonorous in sight!(I am being S-A-R-C-A-S-T-I-C)*
Anyway, Religious Education here is really boring. Like the teacher just drones on about issues that sort of go against my philosophies. And thus, I just start snoring, and I think he knows... Damn.
So I spend the whole of Religious Education thinking through philosophical issues, as that is what I do most of the time anyway.
It's just amazing how people only appreciate you after you die. When you are around, they all treat you like sh*t, but when you are on the verge of death, you'd be amazed what they'd say. And you would probably- 1: Flip in your grave 2: Laugh till God banishes you to Hell 3: Laugh till you die a 2nd time(this proves that not only cats have 9 lives)- when you hear your eulogy. It's just when you die that all those wonderful words(alliteration makes an encore again) come pouring like a waterfall. So do those tears. But when you are alive, the only tears they shed are probably those from cutting onions. Wow.
Shall update as soon as I can. I seriously have to go, or my mum would throw me out of the house. Oh well, isn't that great? Then I can finally 1: Flip in your grave 2: Laugh till God banishes you to Hell 3: Laugh till you die a 2nd time(this proves that not only cats have 9 lives). How exciting this is!
10:39 PM
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
OK. I am finally back. Well, it's been really boring here. Like what they are doing is basically what we did last year, so I can finall ace my Maths. How exciting this is. Wow... I am amazed. Anyway, short post for now. Mom's chasing me off the computer as she wants to email my dad. Rather she wants me to email my dad, who's gone back to Singapore. Would elaborate on this later on. Bye!
8:54 PM
Friday, June 03, 2005
Well, this is my last night on this Earth, and in Singapore for that matter. Tomorrow, you must all go look up the orbituaries, or at least Sunday's. Haha... I am serious here.
Anyway, goodbye to the world, and apologies for all the dirt I've left behind, and the stain I've created in this world. And thanks to those who have helped me clean it up. Before anything, let me put my will here.
All Dilbert books(I only have 2) to be given to Marissa Yee.
Digital Fortress by Dan Brown to go to Chua Xin Rong.
Total amount of money(I am not sure myself) in the bank to go to Charity.
Handphone to go to Lu Theng, since she doesn't have one yet.
All books besides those mentioned to go to Seraphina Chew, if she still doesn't have them. If she does, it's to go to anyone who wants it.
Stuffed toys to go to the orphanage.
Autograph book, report book and anything to do with academics to be burned with me.
The rest can go to anyone who wants it.
Request made by deceased to be cremated and ashes to be scattered to the wind.
2nd request to leave seat in class 2/3 of NYGH empty, for this resident phantom, though I know that's just a 'phan'tasy.
That's all I guess. Oh yeah. Everyone, please attend my funeral if there's one. HAHA. I know that this seems really amusing, but I am serious here. Well, cogito ergo sum- You think, therefore you are.
8:51 PM
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Another haiku by me. This is finally not about the rain, but the yellow brick road.
10:38 AM
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
I am reading the online text version of "Brave new world" by Aldous Huxley. For some reason, I just feel like crying, even though I've just started reading it. I fear for the human race, for humanity. Where is humanity? What IS humanity? Somehow, I think humanity is just like true beauty, like the perfect parent- That is of course, fiction.
Everything is done in the name of humanity, even something as unethical as War. Anyone making a big decision, for example, going to War, is said to be a martyr or humanity. So, what is humanity? To me, I think it's just an excuse for a person's deeds, so that if it goes wrong, humanity would just take the blame.
So, the next time we can't do our homework, especially Maths, we should tell our teachers, "Ms/Mrs/Mdm/Mr/Dr so-and-so, you have to spare a thought for humanity- Our poor brain cells would be dead from over-exhaustion, and as respected members of society and martyrs of humanity, you have to respect the sanctity of life, and allow our brain cells to continue living!" Try that, and see what our teachers would say. Perhaps you would be a martyr- First, you would be killed by your teacher, then she would be charged for murder. Your friends would be delighted, but you would still meet your teacher in hell. How sad the world is indeed.
8:01 PM
I was watching "The real davinci code" on Channel News Asia at 9.32 pm(HAHA.), and was rather shocked. It's a rather sensitive show, since it talks about the Holy Pail- opps, sorry. The hol(e)y grail, and the Catholic Faith, that the Catholics are hiding something horrible in the past. Well, I guess perceptions make reality, and I shall repeat that again. If you wish to think that Catholics are lying about the past, go ahead and let out a Holy Wail going against the Catholic Faith. Or you could choose to send me a Holy Mail, at any of my four email addresses. Wow.
Anyway, I saw this comic strip in the book I gave to this certain person, and it was like "uranus-hertz". And once again, I shall pledge never to divulge this certain person's identity, since it wouldn't do myself any benefit but bring about more harm instead.
In my testimonial, Mrs Ng wrote that she believes that I would be successful in my future endeavours. If that's the case, there would only be one left, since that would be the end of the road for me. I sincerely wish that it would be successful too, so wish me luck. The world would be happier without this parasite of me anyway. Well, apologies to the world in advance. Or should it be a congratulatory message, since there would be one less idiot on the face of the Earth? Oh, how intellectual that can get.
6:37 PM