Of late, I have been snooping about in my students' blogs and there have been some rather juicy finds. The thing about blogs is that once you find one, you'll get them all! Maniacal laughter and all that

I'm feeling rather relaxed at the moment with nothing much to do at work. I'm sorta bracing myself for tomorrow, when the exam papers will start streaming in. Ok, it's not so much streaming, as it is, an avalanche, or the buzzword these days, a tsunami but, I'm kind of ready for it - which is why, I'm adamant about doing absolutely nothing these few days. Of course, in any given work situation, you'd be an idiot to tell people that you have nothing to do - what with all the backstabbing and the arrowing and the incessant gossiping (of which, I'm normally a part of).

Looking at the workload of some, I'm amazed at how little I have on my plate. I hardly get arrowed to do anything. Not a CCA in charge, not a form teacher, no committee affiliations and no extra marking of which, for the last one especially, I'm eternally grateful cos I absolutely detest marking.

However, being the restless, ambitious, over-eager sod that I am, I initiate all sorts of nonsense in an attempt to boost my profile, bolster my portfolio, and sometimes, simply for my students. Yes, I do teach because I actually like the interaction and the fulfillment, but the money really helps. And so, my altruistic side arranged remedial lessons for some of my students on some of the days, thinking that the weaker students needed some extra help. The problem however, arose when I made it voluntary and too many of my students attended. Now, I kinda regret opening the classes up to just anybody.

Anyway, we're in the midst of Ramadan and the religious obligations are going quite well. Rather frequent Tarawih sessions, I complete the five obligatories almost everyday, immersing in the Quran - it's all good. In fact, I've even managed to stick to a three-times-a-week gym sessions in school after which, I'll immediately rush home to shower, perform my prayers and indulge in the bliss of sleep waking up just in time to break my fast.

Thus far, I've also discovered that it is morally perilous to be walking around town right before the breaking of the fast since it is a veritable boob parade. Singaporean girls these days really show off a lot of boob. On the rare occasions I was in town (meaning, Orchard area), it was oops, cleavage here, goodness, half a boob there, and nipple see through, look away, look away! I must emphasize that it really is not my fault. Most guys have vision which is hormonally-driven and thus, we're blameless. It is the fault of nature.