And so it begins. Again.

Apologies, scant readers, for my lack of updates. Work hasn't been that bad, I'm just too lazy to regale my online public with the insipid details of my life (or, for that matter, Cindy's).

I shan't blog about school today, by virtue of the fact that nothing out of the ordinary has occured in the good old hellhole. The students are still impetuous, though I think they've turned their focus away from annoying me (not that they've stopped) to simply zoning out during my lessons. What interests me, of course, is the fact that there's been an influx of those adorable trainee teachers.

Ah, how the naive amuse! I have this annoying prat of a Singaporean girl who keeps tailing me around in an attempt to soak up the aura of the seasoned civil servant, sitting in on all my lessons, trying to pick up some new skills (to date, I believe she's learnt 5 hokkien expletives she probably never heard before)... soon, I shall let her take over the class and see how she's gonna shield herself from the boys. Damn! I can't stand her zeal, it's so nauseatingly prissy.

She, in English: "Su lao shi, will you let me mark some of the boys' homework?"
Me: "Ah. Whatever for?"
She: "I think the first hand experience will be good for me!"

Someone give her a brownie-point overdose already. She can HAVE my job, for all I care. I'd rather be a trainee again, and remind myself why I wanted to be a teacher. If it was for the rewards, I'm still waiting. I can't wait to see her idealism crushed under the weight of bureaucratic-hypocrisy. Ha, I can already imagine the withering smile.

I was telling Zhong Zhong about this and the woman gave me a face that reeked of "bitch". Clearly, the woman is made up of stronger moral fibre than I am. For all intents and purposes, I will quickly add that Zhong is leading a very fruitful relationship with the traineeS attached to her over at her school. She claims that it's a symbiotic affair, where she "learns from guiding". My only response to that was to snort out my food mid-meal. She's classic, I assure you.

Lian is finally back from all her overtime at work. I'm beginning to wonder what it is these advertising people do to keep them so busy. The poor girl's been so stuck at the office, the only time Cindy and I see her is in the morning, where we but have a glimpse at her fleeting figure dashing out of the door.

Speaking of Cindy, I must admit that I'm beginning to feel sorry for her. I normally don't give a shit about the men she dates (and how they subsequently turn out to be trash), but it breaks my heart to see her going out with this total ASSHOLE. There I was, coming back from work the other day, and I see Cindy (who has her OWN work to do) ironing this huge pile of his clothes (to James' credit, they're pretty expensive looking). I just stood there and gawked. Cindy doesn't do any housework to save her life, and there she was leaving (well-intentioned) scorches on his Pierre Cardins. Amazing. If there's one thing she's getting out of this relationship, I'll have to assume it's the sex. Given how the moaning at night never surpasses 5 minutes, however, I'll have to assume yet again that he's getting all the... utility.

I mean... the bastard! He uses her like some penis-pump, makes her clean his clothes (for the record, doesn't he have a MAID?) and turns the her into some obsequious cavewoman... exactly what does she stand to gain from being his pleasure-vehicle? His wallet? How shallow can a woman be?

Oh wait.

On a happier note, Amy is pregnant! And because she's under 30, she can get all those happy baby bonuses! The lucky wench! Aha, look at what the 'Procreate Singapore' campaign has done to us. I shall go treat her to something good this weekend, there's no better way to get that body going than with a good carbohydrate-rich buffet. I want my godbaby to be cute and adorable, at least for the first 5 months, so I can have an excuse for buying baby things every day. I love babies! I just wish men didn't have to come as part of the package.

Alas, I think I've been questioning my own sexuality as of late. The horror! All the other ladies at work have been gushing over that new PE teacher who, to his credit, does look pretty good. Oh spare me the infatuated fangirls.