Tuesday, July 10, 2007
just now, in the cold air-conditioned general office, the eyes of the stubby man burned into mine... a cold hard penance stare, causing the guilt to etch into my soul. looking down at him, i shuddered and crumbled at the weight of his words. "why didn't you cut you hair during the holidays or even for that matter, the previous weekend?" of which i meekly replied... "sorry mr tan, i wasn't feeling well." please lah... would i even bother to feel guilty? i reiterate my point once again... when it comes to trivial matters like hair-cutting or short skirts, the principals and discipline teachers are the best. other than that, the principals would only sit in their office and enjoy the 4 - 5 figure sum salary. this post is not worth my energy... seriously. haha... thanks anyway mr andrew tan, you've successfully made me cut my hair without me feeling guilty. fortunately for me, he almost lost his voice and couldn't shout at me. even kakwai was sniggering when i was getting reprimanded. once i left the general office, i just started laughing with kakwai over the absurb matter. =) wadever... manddaw
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