For something so sublime I choose to write with sinned hands.
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I've been longing to talk with my prickly pretty and sexy Miss Muna, and yesterday I extended a call to her. Just wondering how things in school have been. She's acting insane as always, trying to screw my good boy image with her tale of my blasphemous past. I miss her.
Yeah, something that I miss about her is that I could see her another hidden side besides her normal victorian prude style. Who would sit and laugh with Miss Muna the infamous lioness? hahahah!!
Yesterday's talk was more than a train of worthless nothings. She was meaning to send us, TESlians AL9.7 a message of how proud she is with us. To be able to weather the A-Level's bitchiness and enjoy the fruit of success at the end of the storm.
If I could record the whole conversation, you could have listened to her confession, that she actually really enjoyed teaching AL9.7. For me, it's such a bliss to know that she enjoyed our bunch of little prankish monkeys. My herd of ducks, as she referred to us since our walking pace is slow beyond measure.
I felt transported to the days when I'm officially a night owl, struggling to finish her assignment due the next day. And then showing up in the morning like a road kill. With panda eyes and sloppy skin, I would qualify to join the homeless parade.
Too many memories in KMS. That's the place where I feel valued most, where I feel my teachers are my folks and my friends are soul mates. Be it kind of sleazy with the weirdly designed building, it remains as pieces of my sweet memories.
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