Streams of Consciousness… Beware of wordiness*!

…I thought wrong. Haha.

I just got out of the "torture room"..whew! If it weren’t for the aircon, I would’ve been drenched in sweat the moment I got outta there.

The first prelim examination for my major class (English 60N) was a real pain on the chest (it makes u wanna cry while answering the questionnaire — and it’s not tears of joy! nope! nada! — and it makes you feel that you’ll be having a nosebleed any second now, too)…tsk, tsk…just when I was already starting to feel the spirit of Christmas..hehe.. I guess it’s back to the drawing board for me (*stream of consciousness*) T.T

It was waaay hard! It would take a divine intervention for me to obtain a passing score (great, now I don’t get to have a flat one on this subject…bummer).

Where did she get those questions? They were really mind-boggling…NAUKAY JUD KO PAG-AYO!!!! (or maybe it’s because I had a drink last Saturday?..hmm…I still feel so swollen…and itchy!! But nevertheless, weeee!! I’m fat!! I’m fat!!! YeeaaahhH!! *stream of consciousness*).

MEANWHILE, I’m trying to find something on the internet about my report. It’s entitled "Midsummer" by Manuel Arguillo…and so far, the net isn’t helping…work with me, here! Urgh, why did I have to volunteer to report on this one…tsk, tsk… (I’M A SUCKER FOR EXTRA POINTS…and so is Rei — at least we have the guts to admit it).

***sigh***

<I’m all ecstatic about this topic!!!!!>

I have a confession to make…a big one. No, this is not about me being not straight..no, not that. Let’s give it more time. Anyway, I am a pedophile/paedophile… (echo: -ophile…-phile…-phile…-ile).

There, I finally said it…yes, I love kids! Just the thought of them makes me all…uhmm…makes me all pedophile-ish…ehehe…I see nothing wrong with it, do you? (Don’t judge me!)

When I was in my 4th yr in high school, my crushes were mostly students younger than me (and I mean waaaaaay younger). Third year students, second year, first year…and even elementary pupils! Even now…I like younger kids….oooohh….drooling….drool pools…slurp..slurp..slurp (gross..i was just kidding).

Huhuhuhuhuhu…I wish I was still in high school!!!!

"Let he amongst us without sin be the first to condemn me!"

So what if I’m a pedophile? At least I’m not after your kids…or maybe, not yet…(*spooky sound*)…ehehehehe….

Don’t look at me like that…I’m not evil…I just happen to be a pedophile, that’s all (nothing major)…So, next time you see me at the IDS court, don’t disturb me!…I’m having fun. ^_^

WATCH OUT: Ages 10-18…you’re on my list (but there are exemptions, of course..that may be arrainged..ehehe) *wink*

This semester, I can’t really "connect" with my teacher in English 65 (descriptive title: Poetry). I just don’t know why. Yet, from what I hear, he has a reputation of being a lovable poet and mentor.

"His life story (err, love story) is quite extraordinary", mouthed by others. "Why don’t you like him?", they ask and I’m left in a state of wonder (idiotic wonder…there, Rei should be happy..hehe).

<sigh> I think he’s cute (for his age), though (especially when he sings — he’s like a caricature)…there’s no doubt about that. But I didn’t like it when he said. "I don’t give extra points when you volunteer to recite. There should be an element of surprise." The thing is, we have an oral recitation every meeting. And damn, the questions are waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay hard (I should start cursing right now but I won’t…^_^…)!!! But suppose he has called my name and I haven’t answered satisfactorily his queries, how would I make "bawi"??? huhuhuhu…Waaaahh!!!

Luckily, I haven’t been called to recite yet. It’s just rather disappointing to know that when you know the answer and you raise your hand and voluntarily recite, you won’t earn points. <sigh>

If there’s an element of chance, why can’t there be an ELEMENT OF A SECOND CHANCE???!!!