  key words the carrier man kenn was not very nice today. you know, the carrier air conditioners they used to promote on the telly: just a smiling young man with a most enterprising & ambitious gleem in the eye carrying an air conditioner with three fingers and then proceeding to drop it on your toes in typical gorilla-hates-human fashion. that's kenn. the same promising young man who wrote about how innocent, foolish and silly he was when he was young.
i imagine he's about fifty years old in his head and fifteen years old physically. but quoting from s.e. hinton's outsiders, which happens to be the book i'm using for my ERIL project tomorrow: "yesterday was years ago. a lifetime ago. " and my dear ladies and gentlemen, like ms tan would say, that's how the years add up for kenn: like fucking exponentially. (vulgarities mine. ) i saw ms zaleha buying things (what exactly is the british english version of "groceries", my 10 years of a very bad hybrid of american and british english ask; i believe ms zaleha will have the answers) at cold storage after ngak howe tuition, and given that my school's english teachers are the most brutal markers in the entire country, it would be better to get into her good books so i can possibly pass my SA if she's marking any of those sections.
but no: untucked shirt, nametag in pocket, my school tie is tied around my waist like a slimming device, and... mmmm bratwurst sausag. like bratwurst sorsarg. yum. bye. 
