a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
the resident
-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
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Monday, December 15, 2008, 3:16 pm
I'm currently sitting in a cushy office in Malaysia, in the Flamingo Institute.Teaching is fun. Teaching my class is not.
I'm teaching a Basic Intensive English course and trust me, basic English is not fun.
My students are all barely able to understand the language so I'm reduced to teaching the simplest of words, ideas and concepts.
Today's lesson was a mishmash of random things starting with Christmas and ending in a dialogue between a shopper and a salesperson. (Taking over the lesson from my old man.) It took me an hour to successfully convey the idea of 'synonyms' and 'antonyms' to them but I guess it's progress.
Moving on, I'd want to post a few photos but this office computer is kind of underequipped for serious uploading. Maybe later on.
For the first time in years, me and my sister took a plane to KL instead of bus. Flying is a great experience if you're flying SIA. It is downright unpleasant when you fly AirAsia.
At the bloody check-in, we were forced to dump all our water in the water bottles and my sister's bottle of moisturizer got thrown away. Apparently, you're not allowed to bring more than 100ml of liquids on board the plane. This is much to AirAsia's advantage, because you have to buy the drinks onboard and the inflight magazine urges you to drink plenty of water while flying because pumped in air is extremely dry. And yet, this guy toting Henessy VSOP and Remy Martin cognac happily carried his cargo onboard unmolested.
Justice was swift. When we landed, the bottles had cracked in the overhead compartment and by the time he realised what had happened halfway through customs, his luggage was soaked in alcohol and the whole customs hall stank of liquor. The look of anguish on the fellow's face was exquisite.
The flight was (thankfully) short and in almost no time, we were out. The woman gained lots of weight but oddly only on the upper body, giving her an uncanny resemblance to a gorilla. Her face is terribly puffy too, probably from the buildup of excess fats. In short, only a being the blind and the dead could stand.
I wasn't happy to learn that my mum's old car was being commandeered as a company car. The old man was pretty annoyed about my objections, saying it was better than having it rot in the basement. It's not that I object to it being used, it's that I object to it being used by her people. I used to like the Flamingo Institute when it didn't have her in it.
Ah well. I'm working here so can't afford to piss off the bosses. Even if they're my old man and his bulldog.