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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.

Loves
Reading, Maisy (my dog), tea, writing (albeit badly), piano, music, junk food.

Hates
Almost everything else besides the things mentioned above.

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 Monday, July 04, 2005

Fine. I'd already typed the whole post out just now, when my computer kindly decided to hang on me. I imagine that my computer is as good as me, since I've been thinking of hanging myself long ago. Oh wow.

Sorry for not updating for such a long time. Just as I'd wish to be in touch with my many fans out there who are dying for this post, I must caution my curious fans that curiosity does kill the cat, and you fans too. What you all are going to read is something written by someone who loves to address herself in 3rd person, is really tired and frustrated as well as cynical and depressed. Notice that everything has to do with emotional stress. Nothing much for my fans to fret about though, since well, there's nothing much for you all to do anyway. Just that this author is really frustrated, as there is no one to have interesting and intellectual face-to-face talks or someone to allow her to unload her heavy burden on face-to-face here. Unless the author is supposed to talk to ants(or any other flying/crawling/floating insect for that matter), microscopic bacteria(as much as the author's self-talk is (in)famous, this is really crucial here) or pieces of wood(the author is already doing this in school every single minute). Here's what a probable conversation with a piece of wood would be like.
The author: Are you only left handed?
Piece of wood(notice that the acronym for this is POW, which is the same as prisoner of war, though it's seriously inappropriate for a piece of wood): Yes.
The author: Are you only right handed?
Piece of wood: Yes.
The author: Are you ambidextrous(notice the similarity to Bob Ewell... Not that the author's ego is such to claim the relation to Atticus Finch, but just for the matter)?
Piece of wood: Yes(contradiction).
The author: Are you sparstic?
Piece of wood: Yes.

How interesting it is to have had an exclusive interview with a piece of wood...

Finally the author has decided to take back the post, and write it in first person. Landcrest(it's supposed to be Seacrest), out.

Fine. I am starting to have a serious suspicion that people have only the word 'yes' in their vast vocabulary. I mean, this may sound mean, and exaggerated, but I guarantee that it certainly isn't. Oh well... Who am I cheating that I am innocent?

I've been really drained out. Just 3 weeks of school has made it seem like 3 years. Imagine starting an intellectual/philosophical discussion with people who only say 'yes'. I am sure Mrs Ng would have been in jail by the end of her first day here, since she would have commited murder. I am seriously considering that, since I would be able to miss school by doing so. But it would have to wait till next week, when the 2 weeks of school holidays end here. Many of you are struggling with your Maths retest, while picturing my brother in his bikini lying on the beach sun-tanning, with me surfing/wake-boarding. And mind you, I'd only written the above line because I've come to learn that an unwanted visitor- ie my brother- has recently decided to join the Jolene's blog fanclub. Ain't I supposed to be honoured? And seriously, I shouldn't have given you the image of me falling repeatedly into the raging waves.

Although I still have about 13 days to go before the holidays end, I am already starting to have nightmares about going back to school, and my heart would palpitate and eyes become like the Orchard Road map whenever I see the slightest object related to my school. I'd wake up screaming, or drenched in cold sweat at about 3 AM, then have difficulty getting back to bed. Maybe one day I'd wake up in my pee. Honestly, I haven't peed in my pants for about 8 years. Right... Why did I ever say that?

One of my recurring nightmares is one of my Mathematics teacher asking the class "one plus one equals?" while I sat there, screaming my lungs out that it equalled to 2, with the class staring blankly at the teacher. Then I'd start to wonder about the philosophy of numbers, and start looking out of the window, and suddenly, my teacher would be standing right at my desk, and bring his gargantuan hand onto my head. I'd then wake up with a jolt of pain, and find myself on the floor. Remember that I sleep on a double bunk bed, and the top of it. Fortunately(or unfortunately) no one sleeps under me. Moreover, the facing of the bed is South, and in the past, it was North. No, that has nothing to do with fengshui at all. It's just the side of the bed that is against the wall. I'd gotten confused with the side, and taken it to be the same as the one at home, thus falling on the floor with a thud.

Counting the time that I have thinking through philosophical questions during lessons, I'd soon go insane and stark raving mad. No one would care anyway. People here see me as a floating brain/walking britanica, and wouldn't give a f*ck about what happens to me. Sorry for the vulgarity. I seriously doubt the facilities in the asylums here though. What a trivial thing to worry about... So after getting all depressed and despaired at the human race due to the thinking, I'd get all stuffed up with those thoughts that I wouldn't even feel like eating, and yes, I nearly fainted 2 Sundays ago. Maybe Xin Rong is right, that I am suffering from an illness I'd refrain from mentioning here for fear of people gasping and falling off their chairs, and suffering from concussions. I do not have the money to pay for your medical fees, and so do go get insurance before looking at my blog.

Another problem is my inability to sleep. I'd keep reading till late into the night, then wake up on the floor and have trouble going back to sleep again. Thus, I've taken to keeping a book under my pillow. It's a Dilbert book at the moment. I can see the envious looks on many of your faces at the moment... I certainly must applaud Scott Adams for explaining my thoughts so explicitly. The world is going to stupidity, and there's nothing to do about it except pray for the War of the Worlds that would either kill you and other smart people like me, or kill the dumb people of the world, or both. Let's pray that God has divided Heaven/Hell into 2- One for smart people like you and I, and the other for stupid people.

I guess that's enough stupidity for my smart fans and myself to thrive on for the moment. That's all folks.

10:30 PM