lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Sunday, August 27, 2006
-6:16 pm
Brother came back today from a 3 day long scouts leadership camp. He didn't bathe at all through all those grueling hikes and (I'm sure) icky perspiration, except for powder baths which apparently, combined with the remnants of sticky human perspiration, do not exactly help much. He proudly showed me the battle scars he sustained through this pseudo-rite-of-passage; scores of rashes on his legs, mosquito bites and abrasive injury, as I politely tried to inch away from the wonderful fragrance of a boy who hasn't taken a single bath in 72 hours.
I imagine that the bacteria which feed on dead human skin cells are having a marvellous field day, courtesy of my ignorantly-happy-despite-the-fact-that-he's-so-dirty brother.
Oh, happy bacteria! To feast on the dead skin cells of my oblivious brother!
(a quote grotesquely modified from a line in Antony and Cleopatra. My most sincere apologies to Shakespeare! I hope he doesn't turn in his grave, knowing that some incompetent student flagrantly used his ingenius writing for such amateur, farcial purposes.)
I always wonder how boys can stand going without even one bath a day, when if it was me, I'll be so squeamish, feeling horribly icky and disgusting with that build up of dirt and perspiration on my skin. Ewww. I really felt like grabbing him and dunking him in the bathtub, scrubbing him hard with dettol soap and lots of water until all those yucky flakes of dirt and dead skin come off to reveal gloriously squeaky clean skin.
I have always loved the feeling of coming out of the bath smelling of fragrant shampoo and the comforting knowledge of knowing that you're clean, instead of being a feeding ground for various nasty, parasitic microorganisms. Now that I've started, I shall continue to enthuse about the wonders of bathing. Baths are good not only for hygiene reasons; it also has a thereupathic quality as well! When I'm sad, tired or sleepy, I always take a warm bath and it makes me feel much better. It's a little trick to help you sleep too. Maybe the warm water on your skin simulates the feeling of being back in the womb's amniotic sac of fluid, which makes us feel like babies again, safe and warm in our mothers' bodies.
When I'm angry, in need to some waking, or have just come out of a workout at the gym, I'll take a cool, refreshing cold shower. The shock of the icy cold water never fails to cool me down if I'm furious at someone/something, knock some sense and clarity back into my head, and cools my body down after a long, hard workout. The wonderful feeling of coming out of a cool shower is always soooooooooooooooo good.
Haha I sound like I have an obsessive compulsive disorder with hygiene. You know, like Donald Trump, who's so paranoid about germs and catching diseases that he washes and sanitises his hands as often as he looks in the mirror? Don't mind me being satirical here. Maybe it's the effect of taking English Literature.
You learn how to use language for sardonic effect.
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at 5:57 pm
said...
Readers, read it only at your own risk
Hmm.. I think everybody in my family, with the exception of me, would agree with what you had blogged about - for all we know, my sister thinks like you too.
Maybe it's not completely your brother's fault, but perhaps that how God has created guys - a little more tolerant to the lack of hygeine. Or maybe it's just that he's tired from all the stuffs he did at camp, and just wants to take a break first before taking a bath or something.
Boys will always be boys, I suppose.
I thought of writing my record here, but decided to spare you of the squealing, irritation and expression of disgust. So I shall just keep it a secret - at least from you, that is.
Anyway, happy smelling the fragrance of your haven't-bathed-for-quite-some-time brother. And yes, not bathing for three days is nothing; try 7 days of zero-bathe.
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at 8:47 pm
blah said...
You are one amusing female...but you surely have the right motives in mind ^^
I think I'll go take a shower now myself, as I am not feeling too up to the social atmosphere that seems to knock at my door these days in Japan...
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at 12:37 pm
Mich. said...
I guess Clem, you might be right in saying that guys are naturally more tolerant of the lack of hygiene. Maybe back to the early days of Man, males were the hunters and they might have had to go for days without baths on intense hunting expeditions, not being able to afford time for cleanliness.
And no thank you, I do not want to try going a week without bathing. *shudders*
Alexiel, I anticipated amused reactions to this post so haha well maybe this obssession with hygiene is just a female thing. But then again, how do you explain those metrosexuals using facial and skin products themselves? I am sure they are fully red-blooded males.
Anyways, pardon my ignorance and lack of up-to-date information about your life, but when did you move to Japan and for what purpose?