The reader accepts, on reading of this disclaimer, that the Internet is a vast wasteland of crap that spews out of human minds. This blog is no different. Any assumptions or conclusions that the reader draws from this blog are not the responsibility of the author, along with any physical or psychological harm that might result from the reading of this blog.
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.
This is so bloody unfair. Why? Guns 'n' Roses is going to Singapore next month, and I want to watch them! But it's practically impossible... One consolation is that the main Vocalist(Rose!!!) and one of the Guitarists(Slash) are not coming. Haha!
Anyway, my dad came at 1 AM last night, and my mom dragged me out of bed at about 12.30 AM to go to the airport. Wow. I could hardly keep my eyes open, much less look out for my dad. For no reason, my mom was especially chatty, and I was on the verge of hurling verbal abuses at her, and I wonder if I actually slept-talked.
Well, I wrote a poem yesterday, and here's part of it. I edited this part, as I am using it as a profile picture on some obscure website (or was it as my profile on my fictionpress? Oh well... Don't know, don't care.)