NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED: Tales of Crazy Possession and Lethal Obsession

Finally... after a looong dreary absence... here I am. I've planned to post a detailed composition on interesting events in my life away from LitNet (which I find generally boring), sadly I have not been prudent enough as to have thought of bringing my USB Flash Drive with me I shall not be able to post it now. Hopefully, to those who are constantly at watch for new entries in my blog, a seedling still in the gigantic blog forest of LitNet, (in case there happen to be any) I will be able to keep you posted as early as tomorrow, if not maybe by Friday.

We Are Addicted To Our Teachers
The Best Fun We'd Ever Had in Our Lifetimes

As of now, I am still hyper due to traces of excitement triggered by our school's foundation day celebration, in which they had organized a talent show... and our English teacher, pale complexion, slim physique, nerdy appearance, Spanish fan and all... danced... to house!!! Everybody went wild about him... and for that extremely hot moment he became the universal crush. Yet he vanished from sight immediately after the program, perhaps due to being mobbed by girls, as my friend theorized. Feasible. Or maybe his "best friend" feared so... and immediately convinced him to abscond from the place before feelings of jealousy could sprout from the event. So many possibilities, yet everything remains fantasy (like theories and such--no matter how reasonable they may seem) until all is finally proven. As of now, we've collected much data, yet none of these has been processed into information yet that would lead to a truthful conclusion, which, of course, would need their confirmation (and I don't suppose we would be able to get that from them). Nevertheless that really shouldn't matter, for all that matters is his guts (and excellence in the dancing job); therefore tomorrow we will storm Sir Alf in his cubicle right away and congratulate him for that dance and maybe gush over him a bit (not about his cuteness, though, just about those fluid moves). And probably Ma'am R too, for ascending the stage to participate in the Student-Teacher lookalike portion, though sadly she didn't have anything much to do with Sir Alf then, except that they went upstage together (as Sir Alf had lookalikes from our year too. ) and that was probably all. Nothing much to draw a rumor from. Still, that was good. We were all yelling so loud we could've made the gym collapse right on top of us... thank God it didn't (though somehow I hope it did). After three hours of cheering... goodbye voices... all gone ahead of us until we find them after a few days. I still have mine, though sometimes a twinge in my throat reminds me of how good Sir Alfer danced... and if ever I lost my voice completely there's only him to sue...

Confused? Don't really get it? Then watch out for the whole thing... Patience is a virtue yet trust me not to have it either. Everything coming up soon in my next post, which should certainly be more useful and explanatory than this. As of now, though, I hope this one will do.