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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.
Quidam is so damn good! F.Y.I: Quidam means 'nameless passerby' in Latin. Got that from Straits Times.
But I thought the part where the girl opens the door, and the headless giant with the umbrella appeared was quite frightening. I nearly screamed in that scene, because of all the zombie-like people and dark and frightening music. Hmm... Maybe the giant used too much pimple-removal cream?
The acrobats make those stunts look so damn easy, I am so envious. Btw, I watched Quidam quite long ago... Actually last month. And there are actually Asians in it. There were 4 Asian girls with that 'yoyo-like' thing on the string... *Pardon my absymal memory* They were like 'woah'... I was so worried they'd drop the thing, but I got a few more strands of white hair for nothing. *Snorts* That's just a saying.