Back to school

Needless to say, work was terrible today. I don't even know where I'm finding the time/mental energy to blog now...

'O' Level results were released today, and, to my utmost (and wholly expected) disappointment, the Chinese results were... not worth talking about.

A few A1s sprinkled over the place, and a bulk of Cs and Bs... Mei Rong is not pleased, though I don't think she blames the department. How much can you drill into a bunch of restless hooligans who sleep through Chinese lessons as if on narcotics?

The school didn't do well on the whole. Drops in standard in virtually every subject except maths... what is everything coming to?

The P, of course, was full of his usual rhetoric, though I don't see how anyone could ever sugar-coat this year's results.

"You've done the school proud! Now go on and fly away, and bring glory to the school!"

The bullshit he feeds the kids is toxic, I tell you. Delusional, exaggerated, blind.... can't wait for his term to be over. Then again, I'll be back home by then.

Zhong Zhong, of course, was all smiles. Excellent results, as per normal. Annoying, if you ask me. What else is one to expect from a school that takes in the best and pressure-cooks them to perfection?

4E3 was unnervingly quiet today as I went through their seniors' Chinese grades. Spooked, perhaps, to see so many D7s. I wanted to feel sorry for them, then I remembered my 'great commission' to recite Shakespeare to their smirking faces in the near future.

Perhaps I should give myself a countdown...

Cindy did go out with that urchin James today. On my second encounter with this wretched specimen of the male species, I found him to be unusually good-looking. He came over to pick her up, Mercedes expensive clothes and the rest of the bruhaha flashing about like some proud penis. Good-looking but the testosterone put me off. Cindy was all over him though, certainly giving his ego a good stroking. Last I heard, they were off to some fancy-pants restaurant I've never even heard of, to sample, in James' "Yale Drawl": "the fabulous Boullabaise (spelling?)" and "that splendid Arrabiata"... *drawls on* "charming creme brulee..."... "excellent wines..."... *yawn*

Alright, I'm probably exaggerating the drawl here. No human could speak like that at length and not risk being interned by the ISD for being a foreign-educated, American-accent touting yuppie NOT in some way or another involved in local politics.

Oh yes, she managed to squeeze into that tank-top after all, overflowing boobs and everything. I do believe James got quite perked up by that excessive display of cleavage. So much for the entree, he'll probably get down with the main course later tonight. So long as it's not at our place. I'm a light sleeper. That would place James as one of the myriad of horny bastards whom she welcomes adoringly into her... I don't know... life? Let's see... there was Gerald the policeman (he didn't last long after he revealed his paycheck...), Wai Teck the ??? (quite dishy, but I think he quite scared her with his voracious appetite for the more sensual things in life)... Maybe the list isn't that long, but I wouldn't be one to question how 'budding' our little flower is. If she weren't such a good friend of mine, I'd have stabbed her in the loins by now.

Lian is working overtime tonight, I think she's going to burn out before this month is done. Poor woman.

Hunger pangs

I have a craving for my favourite xi yang cai tang from Balestiar Road. Think I will haul Zhong Zhong over there for supper and alcohol. Need a good bitch out with that woman. Cindy and Lian are too busy with work tonight, though the former seems more pre-occupied with fitting into that miniscule tank-top of hers than any real 'work'.

I can't believe how quickly the weekend is expiring. I have my students' shitty essays to mark, none of which will "galvanise" me to any artistic epiphanies. Why do I do this? I hate my bond, dammit.

Another day

No one told me teaching in Singapore would be so fucked up.

Just because I communicate in Chinese 99% of the time seems to give my students the impression that I'm incapable of enunciating and understanding anything beyond 'Okay' and 'Hello'. My 4E3 Chinese class thus thinks it apt to greet me with a rousing "Fuck you" everytime I walk into the classroom, and insult me with their vernacular expletives. I'm getting quite tired of humouring their rather... trusting natures. It goes against my own principles to allow any student of mine to get away with calling me a stuck-up Chinese tart with rancid genitalia. I'm planning my big 'reveal' ala The Swan, where I shall walk magnificently into class and recite Shakespeare and Donne.

A Chinese national reciting "Sweetest Love I do not goe..." before 40 of the most obnoxious young men imaginable who, prior to the melodrama, thought her incapable of asking for something as simple as directions to the toilet in English. What joy shall fill my heart. Su Xue vindicated!

On a lighter note, I went shopping with Cindy again. The crazy woman blew off $500 out of her bonus buying clothes that, given her current splurge on food, won't fit in a few weeks' time. Poor girl, I should've warned her when she greedily checked out that tacky tank top at MANGO. I've seen her squirm to fit into roomier articles. I smell an imminent date with that James character she picked up last Saturday. He reeks of an un-virgin bastard, if you ask me, the type who likes girls who flash everything there is to flash... makes it easier in the bedroom, methinks.

Poor girl, she's always picking up the trash from the streets. Must have something to do the "whore-complex" she wears about her like cheap perfume.

Ah well.