Rejected

I think there is a painfully distressing dearth of eye candies in my class. You mean, other than me?

Oh well. Apart from the attention whore sitting beside me who probably thinks himself as cute, I believe only Earnest fits the bill. I mean, I covet that kind of appeal and tight posteriors(in the class next door) for myself(Yea. Ugh. *slaps head* I am utterly jealous) and I love all the guys in class/school in a very heterosexual manner.

The Economics lecturer should be drowned. I would usually develop the uncontrolled proclivity (halfway through the session) to imagine a tsunammi sweeping through the lecture auditorium, picking her up and sending her screaming in her reminds-me-of-britney-spear-gone-even-wrong voice against the screen showing that awfully emetic slide about the Production Possibility Frontier. For the whole two periods that feel like 56 days, it happened throughout the whole 90 minutes. That works out to one chimaera every 2 minutes if I could still remember to count. She is inclined to harp and I suppose that would very well justify her fashion of death. Everytime she talks, I just feel like wringing myself.

The geriatric GP tutor is ostensibly suffering from mid-life crisis. Sometimes, I just don't know why he is such an anachronism. His confucian ethics are really unbearable. Fuck Confucius. Mr Yl ain't that bad now as compared to him. Albeit they look equally historical.

To the one in MI that I said I have left something for- -Everytime I look at you, my heart couldn't help...but it just beats faster. How foolish. And oh, how it hurts when I could only stare and await your recipocral wink. But I suppose your heart could only stagnate in the name of thy importunes. Like a scab, that barrier between us would rapture and come anew, becoming a bigger evisceration in hearts. Would that become a callous? Would you become phlegmatic if I wanted what you would call too much? I don't desire to touch you babe, but just to speak to you like how friends should. Maybe we could acquire more. Maybe we could.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 7:51 pm