sinagtala

I was forced to go online because ze me is currently avoiding a phone call from a friend I havent been seeing for years. I hate calls. Dont know why. Ive probably squeezed all my over-the-phone energy during my heydays on the hotwire. Drat. Sometimes I hate how this thing in me works, how I abhor things that give other people such a high. Nah. Im not trying to be different silly you. Everybody seems to be different nowadays that theyre practically all the same.

Anyway, second day of class today. Poor me has to deal with pervert professor for a few months. I think he is a supressed maniac who dreams of sex twenty-eight hours a day. Eeews. He thinks he is funny. I dont.

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I have that cranky feeling Id be going through a lot of hell this term. Kiss me goodluck, kiddos.

And oh (this phrase is getting to be a lousy expression lol), look what I just found on my notebook-

My mind is a vagina. When it generates thoughts, it performs an orgasm. Sometimes, it reaches nirvana, but most of the time, it only goes as far as being 'almost there.' I come undone.

Haha. What was I thinking then? Perv.

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(Hi Yarms. Thanks for the copy of the lit folio. Merci =D )

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but since I remembered your sms this morning which made me laugh and smile afterwards (the smile being the *aftershock*), Im giving it an A

I ♥ you Koyk. And yes, this is a public declaration of love haha

sinagtala

Ive been sick for three days and life seemed to have gone in an utterly slow motion. Oh well, Im tired and its hot. Im bored but I still have loads to do which I havent started yet. Good thing cramming is a bit fun and fun is love. Boo, Im hungry. Boredom + Hunger =

sinagtala

It's plain and simple, too obvious even. You don't seem to be up for this game anymore. And I keep on trying and trying to pull you back your shirt's tattered my hands are sore and we keep on whining about the same fucking things over and over again.

Nakaka-stress ka. Sobra.