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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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Almost everything else besides the things mentioned above.
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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!
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