It's Wednesday at 1:10 p.m., which means I'm fighting my fourth hang over of the week. I met a guy who just got here from Brooklyn named Akram. He asked me if the women are easy, and I said no; and he asked me what there is to do for fun, and I said drink. He doesn't drink. Have fun, Akram! Heh.

So I'm not going to the Philippines anymore, but will instead spend my Christmas vacation on a beach in Thailand. Apparently it's a very remote spot, popular only with scuba divers and those freaks who think it's okay to smoke the reefer (may the lot of 'em burn in hell). The change of plans is due to the insane cost of flying to Manila--over a thousand dollars. This is about three hundred cheaper.

I'm going to post a few pictures of certain students once someone lends me a camera for a day. This one kid Andy says things like "Ah teacher, what the shit! So much homework! So shitty! F. U.!!!", and this girl Michelle speaks only in the orgasmic tense: "AHHHH, TEACHER!!! GRAMMAR TEST TODAY???!!!" "Yes, Michelle. Grammar test everyday." "OHHHHHH NOOOOOOO!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!" And when she's writing test answers down, she's swinging one arm around and yelling "YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! OHHHHHH YEAH!!!!" I'd like to know what her mother is feeding her--my guess is lots of oysters and white zinfandel.

There are PC rooms here, nearly always full all the time, where kids can go play online video games, but there are also board game rooms, where kids play Risk (or Korean derivatives thereof) or chess or whatever. There are hard plastic hammers all over the place in these rooms. They are used for smashing the loser of the game across the face and head until he or she is crying like a baby. I'm not joking. These people are messed up.