different scenarios, same dilemma… pfft.

She told me, "you can only love one person."

I asked, "and the others?"

"well, they just make your heart beat…" then she took off.

I was too shaken to call her back.

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First day’s always a bitch but my Economics class made it easier for me. The yellow lane that slides down to the blackness of her hair which, reminds me of my yaya’s broom, tempts eyeballs to roll. The black boots are almost unforgivable had it not been for Baby Spice’s cutesy charm. Her backless top was beyond the pale. If gaudiness is a crime, she could have been condemned to life imprisonment or if I am sitting on the throne, it’s a death sentence. Thanks to her Western fluency, the English chairperson spared her a slap.

And then a China voodoo doll wanted the slang inflection as well. But it was obviously artificial with a faint Besaya twang on her sentence’s tail end. And the effort for a fluent tongue was obvious. I almost smirked.

Then a Lady Durian who’s peeling like a snake wanted to showcase her American brogue as well. She recited like a contender on an Extemporaneous contest, only that her nose was flaring due to much attempt on impressing us with her accent. This time I laughed with a sound audible enough to even reach the next building. The moment almost stopped. All heads turned on me. My teacher blinked. I managed to mutter a brisk sorry under my breath then pursed my lips like a mongoloid to stop another approaching snort.

Was I in the wrong class? (gaash! *Napoleon Dynamite twang* )

I reminded myself never to look at my right again and bring an ipod next meeting. Haha! Baby prostitutes. Tsk. They never learn. 

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