Damn, I hate papercuts. I think I had like about a million and still counting. I hate the feeling of paper slicing through my flesh. The fact that you could actually FEEL it slice through is horrifying enough that it gives you chills. Can you imagine if it's one big sharp knife instead of a thin slice of paper?

Like that episode in Nip/Tuck where this patient could feel EVERYTHING the surgeons did on her due to the lack of anaesthesia BUT could not do anything as she was paralysed throughout the entire procedure. Did you guys catch that one? Did ya? Boy, was it sadistic. Was good too.

Anyway last Friday, on my way to school, I got the shock of my life when I saw this irritating pesty SUPER-FREAKY colleague of mine. He's in the same school as me. Same day some more! Tell me, where got people so suay one? Ish.

Luckily not in the same course or else I would have to go through all that trouble to request some special treatment for the World Salsa Championship finalist. I would have him assigned to his own lecture theatre located at some deserted place. The whole room to nobody but himself, and the unlucky lecturer.

His presence gave me goosebumps all over, I immediately grabbed my friend's arm and told her to walk faster cos he was right behind us. I'm 100% sure he saw me and he knew I saw him too but whatever.

We actually sprinted.



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