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Friday, April 13, 2007


Figured that the coughing which kept me (and my super light sleeping mother) up the whole night renders the sleeping in totally valid.
I think if I'm going to school with my coughing self and sleep deprived face I might as well wait until the next friday as this might turn the cute wushu coach off.
Since he's 2 years older than me he's probably waiting to go to Uni after his NS.
We might even end up in the same school! (crosses fingers)
If we become friends and he happens to stay in the east I can then bully him into fetching me to school on his motorbike.
If he allows me to bully.
and if he's willing to be my friend.
and if I get to see him ever again.

I mean, who wants to be friends with girls who swallow their phlegm?
Just now the chinese Sinseh asked me a series of questions about the cough eg, when did it start, what is the colour of your urine, does your throat feel ticklish or painful etc etc.
When she asked me what is the colour of the phlegm I couldn't answer.
Then when she paused and looked at me askance I had no choice but to reveal that I hadn't seen it before.
I thought it was quite embarrassing when she told me to spit it out next time.

I considered telling her how I kind of like the feeling of gooey phlegm sliding down my throat.
But thats gross.
I thought everyone swallowed phlegm.
(My brother used to eat his mucus.)
Just calculate the amount of time wasted walking to the toilet every time I cough.
I could be doing so much more with that precious time, like typing nonsense on my blog.

I want to tell everyone about that time the boy got embarrassed by me.
My job scope is not all about stapling worksheets.
Occasionally I have to tend to injured little boys who, aw poor things, fell along the corridor.
I get irritated sometimes because these boys are so drama-mama and act as if someone gave them a choke slam(I'm not sure what that is cus Stacey didn't give me a demo despite multiple threats).
I forgive them because they're still young.
But to ease my nagging irritation I will watch them closely while I spray the super painful anti-septic on their wound.
So shiok. To see them writhe and hop on the well foot while mumbling 'so painful!'.
Which makes me irritated again.
BE A MAN.
Some of this irritation stems from seeing other boys who didn't shed a tear and are very brave even when they needed stitches.
Those who don't cry usually are in more serious situations.

My story is about another big sized P6 boy (I'm assuming because he looks like 14) who seeked treatment while I was busy entertaining queries on the phone.
P6 boy: 'I have a scratch. Very painful.' (All the time lifting his fringe so I could see the wound)
I inspected the 'wound' and found no scratch although it was a little red.
[I think its a boring story. ]
I passed him a Hansplast plaster and told him that since there was no open wound I didn't have to apply medicine and he could paste the plaster himself if he wanted to.

A few minutes later his teacher who sent him into the office and himself came back asking for the joker who dispensed a plaster when he was having a headache.
He actually pasted the plaster in the middle of his forehead unquestioningly.
Not a doubt about this clerk's hearing abilities and the plaster's purpose, which is not to cure headaches.

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