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Saturday, March 10, 2007



i think i've learnt some lessons from our CT in school. as such, i'll blog in fictional terms.

once upon a time there was a school on a tiny island nation. an elite institution, they call it. well, strangely, the school seems to have a principal that speaks German. outsiders or freshmen always seemed to have difficulty in understanding him speak, and always can't help but start giggling when he broke out in random languages like tamil in the middle of his speech. this school is also renowned in producing top scholars, many of which goes on to become world-class espionage. (James Bond was rumored to have attended the school.) i mean, come on, the students are forced to decipher secret codes embedded in the principal's speech, after 2 years they are definitely well-trained to be the next 007.

the above paragraph is purely fictional. any reference to real life characters or incidences are entirely coincidental.


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