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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.
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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Chat area
This is the story of a girl who thought about death nearly every waking moment of her life: her death, her ailing grandmother's death, the death of her beloved dog who suffered from heart murmur. One day, she looked across the busy road and saw a beautiful carriage; gold wiring snaking around the beige 'pumpkin', two fine white horses before it, the driver invisible. She walked across the road and entered the carriage, never to be seen again.
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Random 'thought'. Kind of reflects my own, I guess. My granny's been pretty sick, complaining about dizzy spells and unwillingness of her body to exercise (much like mine, I guess). My dog, dear little Maisy, was diagnosed to have 2nd stage heart murmur (6th stage is when she enters pet heaven). She was quite sick today, possibly from a chill/mild fever from the sudden drop in temperature last night.
It's been a long while since I've blogged, and well, I should do more of it before school reopens. In about 10 weeks time, I shall be stuck in a hall writing essays and drawing mathematical diagrams for about 2 hours. As such, it shall be now, when I'm having my holidays, that I shall blog. Not when I'm thinking about trigonometry and molar equations.
Speaking of which, term reports are coming to the mailboxes soon, which quite worries me. I have this vague suspicion that some of my teachers will not fail to mention the anti-socialist behaviour I display during some classes like Literature, where no one bothers to see if I'm there even if I'm dancing the can-can in a porky pig costume. I regret to admit that I'm holding back relevant information, which I shall now release, on the annoyed glares of the readers. Well, it is my fault too. Not many people understand my kind of humour, which sadly, hinges on sarcasm, and I must admit that several of my peers have gotten crossed at me and even pointed out that it isn't funny to 'assert' that others do not like them, even in a JOKE.
Wit is seen as folly in the eyes of
So yes, I must admit I'm not the most likeable and popular person in the school, as many of you might already have inferred. However, it does put through my seive who my friends are, not least to say who the acquaintances are. Many only speak to me on the eve of tests, and I'm sure you will be able to tell on which side of the seive those end up in.
I must too admit that I have gained the respect of several teachers. Rather, all except perhaps the lit one, which is certainly ironic. Let me explain. There are a few rather domineering people in my class who reckon the world belongs to them. Unfortunately, these oblivant people do not know that it doesn't. These people obviously do not bother whether others wish to offer their views or not, insisting on butting in midway through their sentences. Wouldn't you agree this is very put-offing? And these people glare at whoever attempts to argue against their views, staring them down till the other feels like a rotten banana in the eyes of cinderella at the ball. Sad, I must admit.
I might be wrong about the lit teacher. After all, she was pretty impressed when I was the only person who knew who Ray Bradbury was. But I must admit I gave her the wrong answer. Bradbury did NOT write science fiction. He, in his own view, writes fantasy stories. However, in the eyes of the general literary public, he writes science fiction. Therefore, if I were to consider it from his point of view, I would be dreadfully wrong, as many others would be.
And she did say that my first essay (in the school, of course. It definitely wasn't my first) showed promise, and liked my conclusion (which was pretty bold).
The rest of the teachers are impressed with how I can sit through the lesson pretending to listen to them, and do my work faster than almost the whole class, and achieve pretty good grades. All subjects are above 72, which is a huge sigh of relief for me, given how it's the first term and I'm settling in, yada yada. That means that they're all As, which is a good sign, and why the teachers are all very IMPRESSED, going to the extent of actually bothering with my OPINION in class.
Why am I writing in this snobbish 'English-y' tone? I have NO IDEA AT ALL.
Anyway, I shall post pictures of my dog sometime tomorrow or something. She was kind of sick just now, but thank God she's fine now. She got a shirt today, and is getting her jacket tomorrow :).
Hols, now that they're here, are terribly boring. I shall make it a point to study starting next week such that I won't have to rush when school starts.
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