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Author
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Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
Alright. I am still reeling from the impact of some shocking news, so excuse me if I sound rather 'zomebie-like', since I've just awoken on the first day of my holidays, and blam- this comet happily comes crashing into me.
Oh damn. My cup noodles have been sitting gleefully in the cup of hot water for about 10 minutes... Hold on.
The noodles have all bloated to about an inch thick, but they don't taste that bad after all... Have had bad experiences with 'overseas cup noodles'... *thinks wistfully of those yummy myojo bowl noodles I used to buy in 10s- 5 chicken with abalone, 5 seafood flavour* Arrgh. Ignore me for I m being inane again.
That's all for now. Don't wish to eat at the computer for fear of spills.
10:38 AM