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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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Yes, 'n' how many hours must my mom nag, before she shuts up?
Yes, 'n' how much money must one make before one is satisfied?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind (or fart...)...
Feeling rather irritated, and upset. I still don't understand why people just won't be satisfied with what they have... My mom's starting a new tirade on denouncing my dad. Really, I could say the whole story out now by heart, since she's been on this topic for as long as I've lived. Reason why she's started this whole new torrent of nagging (yes, at my invisible dad) is due to a friend moving over, and being in a better condition than we are, having more MONEY and so on and so forth...
Shivers just go down my spine (as much as you all think I am spineless, I do have one) everytime I hear or see my parents. I don't ever want to grow up... You lose part of yourself when you grow up, because only children ever dream. Say that I am being cynical, but I don't bother, since bothering doesn't help at all. Bothering doesn't stop the war, does it? Bothering doesn't change society overnight, does it? Bothering doesn't change the tide of the ocean, and no, all these would never happen, so what's the point of bothering/thinking? I am just losing all my drive, and it probably all revolves around these questions of society. Where is humanity when we need it the most? Where is that promised lighthouse for a ship in the dark?
Somehow, I could be optimistic enough to say that society is an iceberg to 'typical teens' like yours truly, but if it were an iceberg, I would gladly dive underwater and seek out the depths of it. Unfortunately, yours truly can swim just as well as an elephant can, and would probably freeze. If you still don't get the message, I am trying to say that I'll die in the attempt of finding out what society really is like. At least not physically, but spiritually, emotionally, mentally... If there are such words. As a result, I just want to face everything with apathy, since there is really no point in doing anything.
The molds of society just make me break into cold sweat. All those childhood wishes of growing up vanish in a puff, like in Aladdin (ignore me, I am but an insane nut). My analogies are all warped, so just ignore them, since their sole purpose is self-entertainment. I am just worried that I'll become like my parents, or any of those typical adults, since all of them have gone through the molds of society. The looming prospect of that gigantic humming machine sets me into resistance, but I know that you can never remain strong forever. The only way out would probably be breaking yourself before society breaks you, and that only means death. Death is the only victory you can win over yourself, and as much as this is a 'temporary problem', as many call it, a permanent solution is needed. It is only 'temporary' because after going through that machine, it will never appear again.
Another reason of resistance is the fact that I still want my freedom to choose before I become what society wants me to be instead. You see, human beings have been reduced to such impotence that one cannot even choose. OB markers, laws, rules, religion, social stigma etc... I cannot accept the exchange of freedom for that, and I don't think I ever will. The sheer bleakness of the future just startles me into resistance...
I suppose if my parents ever chance upon this blog, it would spell my death, since it's against the sedation act. Like in 1984, War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery and Ignorance is Strength. As long as we all have a common enemy (money), we would be united. With yours truly as the perfect epitome, Freedom is Slavery, as you would have to make your own choices, and as a result imprison yourself. Ignorance is Strength. How many of those people out there in the society ever think of these questions I am posing? Ignorance, the greatest but most mortifying gift...
Humans, reduced to such impotence... Singaporeans, in an 'attempt' to go against the 'higher organization', do so with their parking coupons. Instead of tearing the time at that moment, they tear the time of about 5 to 10 minutes later, and the truimph of beating the 'higher organization' is evident on their faces. Even children know this trick. I am the best testimonial here, since I tear the time on those coupons for my parents everytime it is needed.
Humans, left in such a sad state...
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