Why do you torture me by spewing everything I ever wanted (since I was primary three and learnt to string sentences together) in brutal photographs across the net? Slashing me with torment so bad I am not so much unfocused as repelled (pun not intended) from my copius electromagnetism notes.
Ahhhhh; this is a personal attack! (or so I wished)
Jealousy is the murderer of (wo)man (and her grades).
(Focus, yuhui, focus! -I plead desperately)
I WANT!