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수요일, 3월 10, 2004
tsk. i'm not much of a whinger (at least, i hope not) but today's lecture was quite annoying. that was because, ladies and gentlemen, today was the 4th time those smelly dudes sat directly in front of us. yes, again.

is there no running away from them? there we were, minding our own business, and hey presto there they came trotting down the aisle, and conveniently plonking themselves in front of our hapless noses. this is the fourth time they've done this, and each time, the same guy (the smaller and less scary one of the pair) finds his way in front of me. why me?? just because he's smaller and less scary doesn't mean that he's any less smelly. in fact, today i was plagued with a slightly runny nose, and had to snatch really tiny breaths in order to prevent me from suffocation. faz next to me resorted to smelling her arm to get away from the manky smell.

and all of this is not including the looks of unabashed passion as one challenged the other as if to say,"take me, let's make passionate love in the lecture theatre. right now! rip off my shirt right now, big boy..." THAT SORT OF THING. i apologise for the graphic visual imagery here, and sorry to the small kids who read my blog (general audiences, you know. as you can see, i'm still kinda sore about that.) wrong doesn't even begin to describe the drama, no wait, scratch that, the r(a) movie happening before our eyes, as both men (men? men?) had lust-filled looks in their eyes as they literally undressed each other with their eyes. *hack hack cough cough* not even our looks of UTTER DISGUST was getting the point across as they, as the song goes, fumbled towards ecstacy. sad, but true.

anyway, back to work we go. there's too little time to whinge over smelly dudes like that when essays beckon.

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