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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.
Xmas has lost that magical touch, when our family (including my aunt and gran and cousins) would stand around the fire of the barbecue pit, and laugh and play through the night. Instead, it's just been church at 9 in the morning, lunch (crabs), the family sleeping while I was gaming, msning, dinner and tv. Pretty meaningless...
And the meaning of xmas is lost when everywhere you go, it's all about buying and 50% off certain popular xmas gifts. This is what happens when things get commercialised.
I shall stop being a wet blanket and just go watch tv. Merry xmas once again!
6:05 PM