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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.
Loves
Reading, Maisy (my dog), tea, writing (albeit badly), piano, music, junk food.
Hates
Almost everything else besides the things mentioned above.
Friends
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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Yesterday night, I was dragged out unhappily by my mom to go socialising (aka having dinner with strange old people who ask inane questions). My displeasure was obviously very apparent by the number of sudoku puzzles I completed (I take about 20 mins on average) while waiting for the food to arrive, and after the meal when the others were ah-sohing. And btw, I finished about 6 puzzles I think.
One of the factors that contributed to my displeasure was probably because Ollie slipped me this green little note during recess asking if I wanted to go to the supermarket to stock up on snacks etc, and I happily agreed. Then, as I'd forgotten all about the missionary dinner circle my mom had on till we got into the car. Thus, I couldn't get the snacks I wanted.
Anyway, I should be glad that I got home alive. My piano teacher fortunately didn't skin me alive for not practising as hard as she expects me to (which is about an hour a day). As you all know, most of my day's spent either before the television or before the computer or sleeping. Or eating, or showering, or just daydreaming, and of course, attending boring lessons. So, I got off with a mild scolding (phew) as I'd done quite well last week.
So... The day started off on a really bad note: Religious education. As I was talking to my friend about wishing the teacher didn't come, a relief teacher stepped into the classroom. I was then audibly heard thanking santa claus for making this dream come true. Everyone was staring inanely at me though.
English: As usual, as dry as the teacher, who's Mrs Dry incidentally.
Maths: Bah. Doing linear equations now... Thus, solution to my boredom was to sandwich my sudoku book between the textbook and a sheet of paper in case the teacher caught me doing sudoku. Went off 5 minutes before the lesson ended for music.
Music: You all already know. I got the teacher angry even before the lesson started by arriving late.
Biology: As I made my way into the classroom, the Biology teacher walked out to get some worksheets or something. I then explained that I had a music lesson, but she got pretty pissed off that I was late anyway, and walked off with an audible tsk and an intense look of displeasure all over her face. Go tsk at my music teacher if you wish. Obviously I didn't wish to incur her wrath for she teaches me psychology too.
Economics: I think swatting mosquitoes in the school would have been way more interesting.
Psychology: Had that Biology teacher again. From how she picks on me, I can draw come to a glorious conclusion that her memory's as developed as her stature is. For one, she only remembers MY name out of the whole class. No. two: She remembered that I did badly for one question in the Science mock test (worksheet), thus got a level 5 instead of 6, but that my other questions were answered well. Maybe she's hallucinating that she only has one student in the class, aka me. Or maybe it's just a calling for me to change my name to something more complicated, like Mireille (mi-ray) or Skyler (sounds like some Pokemon).
It's Friday already. About 2 weeks to my end of term hols! And incidentally, I haven't started on Chapter 12... :S
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