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Lyn seemed pretty excited in a negative way during Malaysian Studies today. She remembered yesterday all too vividly. It seems she wanted to have my head or something. Man, did she sound impatient to get me. I had to calm her down by insisting she save it all for one big blow. If I hadn't done that, I think my head wouldn't have quite understood what my body was receiving. Knowing Lyn, she wasn't quite in control upon hearing the word "blow" as her mind associates things in a rather not-so-nun-like way.
Going to Lecture Theatre 2 for our Malaysian Studies course seems to have got Lyn down from her high. So I was safe. But how long would that last?
Paper Thosai
Break was at 11am. Kanesh, Dhanya, Monica and I took Eddy for a spin at Woodlands (note to Lyn: the restaurant named Woodlands, not the Woodlands in your beloved's Singapore).
Eddy and I had paper thosai. They were too long to handle (cylindrical thingies twice the length of a dinner plate), so we broke them in half and munched away. Kanesh had plain thosai, while the girls had things-i-can't-name-as-memory-fails-me. Eddy and Kanesh were real sports because they didn't finish their curries. Since I had finished mine with half a paper thosai to go, I happily dipped into their curries. We returned at 12.20pm, and much to our relief the class ended at 12.40pm. We sure had fun away from the crappy boredom of cikgu suraya's monotone.
I was happy to get out of class...
Enter the Dojo
...but had forgotten all about Lyn. She was on her high again, and as I exited the Lecture Theatre, She grabbed my left hand. It was a most compromising situation she put me in again. The softness of her touching palm did nothing to dispel the embarrassing (near carressing) situation we were in. I could have died there and then from devilish disgust.
But as you will see, this was only the beginning. There was more to come as she taught me the ways of the Lyn in the little 10 minutes we had.
Pain without Pin Pricks
Lyn seemed all intent on making me learn how to enjoy pain. I wasn't really in the mood to do so. Am no sado-masochist so I protested, but it was all to no avail.
Both Lyn and xiNch tag-teamed me. At first, it was as irritating as a library in disarray, but I soon learnt how to take the blows as they came. xiNch learnt how hard my bones were, whereas Lyn showed me how soft and supple her skin (lot's of s's in a line don't you think?) was each time she came into contact with me.
The climax was in the elevator, going down to the ground floor, when I could take no more, and had to let out my breath in loud syllables. It was pretty disgusting, but it was the only way to make them stop as they all doubled up in laughter...
Safe once again. Now I must be off to lunch!
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