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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.
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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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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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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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To Marissa, Irene and whoever's in that SIA group that ever comes here: I am sorry that I caused you all to fail, since I wrote most of the article even though you all did the research and content. Yes, I am sorry, and I wouldn't blame you even if you said 'sorry no cure', since I know this takes a huge weightage of the marks, and marks mean almost anything now with IP.
It feels as though the weekend is still coming, though it's just gone by in a wink. Wow. I've been too busy with the damned soap opera, and yes, another day went by with the damned thing again. The day only ended officially at 6pm, excluding homework. On Friday, we were doing it till 6pm too. On Saturday, we did it from 2.30pm to 6pm again. On Sunday, we fortunately didn't have to do it. And today, we had to do it again. And why? Because people refuse to focus, and keep breaking up in sniggers halfway through the scene. I don't think we need to spend 1 full hour on just one scene. And no, I am not exaggerating. They have all the time in the world, but I don't. I have better things to do than just sitting there, going through the lines routine-like, then cracking up halfway and squating there sniggering the afternoon away.
Obviously I sound really cantankerous and evil-witch-like, since I wish to banish all laughter, and sit in my lofty tower looking disdainfully at these people who squawk their lives away (and my life too). Unfortunately, I can't help it, and yes, if you do not like what I post up here, it's not my fault. If you think that it is a problem, it is, and I can't modify your brain as much as I'd like to.
I am re-reading 'Gone with the Wind', as well as re-watching Shrek 2 and A Beautiful Mind. Unfortunately, I couldn't find Saving Private Ryan (or rather I am not allowed to borrow it) since it's M18. I am feeling really contemptuous at the moment, and I beg your pardon, but do not blame me since I've already cordoned of this minefield, and it's not my fault if you come treading over the barrier and stomping your foot on the mines.
One thing I am feeling contemptuous about is that the Chinese here are bloody anglophiles. Why? Well, they do not have a single ounce of empathy in their blood, not to mention 'yin shui si yuan'. It's ironic that I am discussing this, since I am under that category as well, though I am not an anglophile. Unfortunately, these people do not wish to mix around with Asian kids, but choose to suck up to the Caucasians. And yes, it disgusts me so much, I feel nauseated everytime I see it. It's no wonder people want me to act as a pregnant girl.
And the bloody rehearsal has made me so exhausted, my eyelids are feeling like metal, and it's only 10.22, far far away from the usual time I go to bed at. I can never understand girls, even though I am one (really?). One moment they are so nice, the next moment they are completely different, like they suffer from schizophrenia. The excuse for this is PMS, and everyone single female uses it. Perhaps it's true that when your progesterone (or God-knows-what) sky-rockets, so does your temper fly beyond the roof. But, I'd love it if only they did not vent their anger on others, especially during project work. Unfortunately, it's but a trip down the yellow brick road.
That's all I guess.
9:47 PM