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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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Spots of multi-coloured lights like on a Christmas Tree are appearing before my eyes, after reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. On top of that, my poor neck looks like a turtle's at the moment (deduce everything you can from that inane imagery). I guess you could say I am really outdated, but do keep in mind that I am but a poor old churchmouse (or baboon for that matter), and has not a cent to my name, not to mention a Harry Potter book. Also, the Popiah -oops- Pope had advised (a known synonym of banned) all Catholics from reading the highly-revered book to stop a 'rumoured revolution' against himself. That's just a joke, but the reason I am reading it is not because I plan to revolt against the Catholic Faith, but just to complete the series and proudly say 'I've read the whole Harry Potter series!' Having made that clear, pray allow me to get on with what I want to say.
Dumbledore has indeed become 'Dumber-dore', giving his life up for a silly guy sporting a lightning-shaped scar on his oily and pimper-speckled forehead. Do forgive me if I imagine Harry Potter wrongly, but from what I concluded from the book, he is just an ordinary kid who is suffering from hormone-rage-attacks, and the cliched word called 'love'. And I am sure Dumber-dore must have been an orphan, since his parents should have taught him not to eat (or consume for that matter) unknown substances/objects. I guess if U-no-poo had put moth balls or his own poo (what an apt pun) there, Dumberdore would have taken it like he was a young kid eating Macdonalds' Happy Meal, and taking a bit home as a toy. He was so dumb as to not think of pouring it away onto the floor, or maybe it's because I am such a genius...
From now onwards, I shall refrain from commenting on what happens in school as it would just worsen my already bad health and add on to my long list of sins, now that I have added 'reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince' into the list. Talking about my health, I am still unable to ask my mom for a pair of spectacles, being afraid of the spectacle (pun fully intended) she'd make upon hearing the 'spec-tacular' news. I'd be glad if she doesn't drown me in her spit. As a result, I am putting up with being unable to see what's on the board in class even though I've moved to the front row (this brought forth a violent tirade of cussing from my classmates for blocking their view with my enormous head [that's mostly hollow]).
At the moment, I am still reeling from the shocking blow of seeing my Primary 3 teacher here. I must say that the paths of foes always cross, for she is the most hated teacher -shhhh!- I'd ever met, though it was in IJ. Fortunately (or unfortunately), she did not see my gawking, and thus I just grabbed the sweets off the shelf (have I said that it was in a supermarket?), paid (fortunately I was still mindful of my surroundings), and ran out of the supermarket. It's just so miraculous that she also emigrated here... Talking about shoplifting, my mom said that 2 days ago, she was at another supermarket and she saw this pregnant woman who was caught pickpocketing. The woman was caught, and she was flailing and threatening to fall down... Her baby was way past the 6th month, so the guards were rather frightened of her falling as they would be charged for murder (read up on law for your own info) if the baby was past the 8th month if I am not mistaken... But she was shouting really loudly, so everyone dropped their vegetables and rushed out to see what the commotion was about.
Enough digression. Back to my Primary 3 teacher. Sars, you'd know her... She's Mdm Buang, and I know that she was incharge of Civics Club which I was in till I quit in Primary 4, but I never liked her. It's so irritating that I never see the teachers I really liked again (eg: Zhang lao shi!!! *someone else -totally private and confidential; don't try guessing-), but had to see assh*les like that Primary 3 teacher. No offence to Sars.
The atmosphere at home is really like on Cloud 99 (no typo error), as my mom finally managed to secure that piece of land (for building our new home) that she'd been eyeing for so long. Well, that was the prime reason she quarrelled with my dad over the webcam... Wow.
I guess that's all... There is no one online at all, and my mom is chasing me to look at the floor plans of houses. That's all for the moment.
5:25 PM