Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Mucus
Mufa: Why do you need tissue paper?
Me: Uhm. Because I have disgusting mucus in my nose now, you wanna see?
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So flu has subjugated me and my nose ain't obeying very much either. I feel as if someone had clobbered me from behind. Well..apart from granting me some amnesty from school (and the wretched retrival of lacklusture grades), I thought the lack of consciousness was good. I feel rested.
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Update, update folks. I got sent home on Friday for long hair, or rather, in a very PW fashion, for "exceeding expectations". I must agree it was absolutely inane to make us stand in the torrid morning sun for a routine check in the name of inculcating good YJC values; the councillors aka the minions for the school adminstration went staking through the crowd for people who have ostensibly contravened some very highly-favoured guidelines for hair. So with a withered smile from the cur of one, I got singled out most unfortunately because I had more hair than him apparently. I mean, at any rate, I could have more hair than him. He just had a few miserable projections of hair, like you know, recently pubescent pubic hair? Bah, don't know why I came up with that analogy either.
So we were all properly chastised and yada yada yada and so we had to go for a haircut, all 60 of us naughty boys (don't you just drool at this delectable phrase, naughty boys? heh btw, i'm waiting for something of the same tittleto finish its download..almost there..*rubs hands in glee*) in the face of Ganesh's gratified expressions albeit a lil' bit too intense on the darker shades. And we couldn't impugn on the directives. We do live in a facist society afterall, don't we?
Till now, I still really don't understand why they said my hair was long. If I would measure my hair against a ruler, it should have barely occupied a quarter of the tool. Well...if I decide to measure my hair with Ganesh's chunk of meat protruding (I mean, if it still could protrude) uhm..between his legs, ...hmm.
Such are the vagaries of life.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 2:11 pm
Mufa: Why do you need tissue paper?
Me: Uhm. Because I have disgusting mucus in my nose now, you wanna see?
____________________________
So flu has subjugated me and my nose ain't obeying very much either. I feel as if someone had clobbered me from behind. Well..apart from granting me some amnesty from school (and the wretched retrival of lacklusture grades), I thought the lack of consciousness was good. I feel rested.
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Update, update folks. I got sent home on Friday for long hair, or rather, in a very PW fashion, for "exceeding expectations". I must agree it was absolutely inane to make us stand in the torrid morning sun for a routine check in the name of inculcating good YJC values; the councillors aka the minions for the school adminstration went staking through the crowd for people who have ostensibly contravened some very highly-favoured guidelines for hair. So with a withered smile from the cur of one, I got singled out most unfortunately because I had more hair than him apparently. I mean, at any rate, I could have more hair than him. He just had a few miserable projections of hair, like you know, recently pubescent pubic hair? Bah, don't know why I came up with that analogy either.
So we were all properly chastised and yada yada yada and so we had to go for a haircut, all 60 of us naughty boys (don't you just drool at this delectable phrase, naughty boys? heh btw, i'm waiting for something of the same tittle
Till now, I still really don't understand why they said my hair was long. If I would measure my hair against a ruler, it should have barely occupied a quarter of the tool. Well...if I decide to measure my hair with Ganesh's chunk of meat protruding (I mean, if it still could protrude) uhm..between his legs, ...hmm.
Such are the vagaries of life.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 2:11 pm
