gathering of the gay

as always, in misery comes relief from least expected means.
i've been dreading my invigilation duties, namely the ones which i've to wake at 6 to make it through rush-hour.today i hauled ass, with rhcp numbing at animal decibels on a cold rainy morn.on the way i was thinking,great time to meet the imbeciles who have a way of making the simple complex.

i get there and the general gloom in the room resonates amongst the dull-eyed minions while the heavy sighs of the peeps in charge only portend misfortune.what could it be?something short?poor planning leading to more goof ups? i wonder why these peeps take this on when they hate it so much.how could it factor in their 'career goals'?

anyway, i got the hall this time and well at least not johor. met a fun bunch of teachers this time, a couple who sets my gaydar awry. he sashayed.what else do we need haha.another nerdy one who seemed to want to talk eversince he witnessed my butchy display of assertiveness.so it's break time and chan chee meng, my fave gay of the century calls me over to join him and his closet bitch, adorkably wicked mr yip. opening line of convo, the moron-incik hahaha!talk about kindred and riproaring brekkie.so we all agree he's completely ineffectual and then the two guys both fr rj somehow get drawn into our rainbow aura. we're now bitching about anything under the sun,tinged with jazz hands and emphatic punctuations.it was mardi gras at whitley.i always feel completely at home with gay men for the very reason that i think i was born to be one.my fashion sense alone can never descend to the butchies because i have too much self-respect.even my worries with the bad dye job hasn't landed me in that unfortunate classification because i think it doesn't make me look aggressive so much as flamboyant.which also explains why the 'sirring' has not stopped haha

anyway,we're all looking forward to meeting our new bachelor principal.daljit (another with gaymanish sensibilities) has claimed first dibs on dating him, and the rest unabashedly said, who knows,he may not be into women, which means i could also be in the running! he' 42 and that'd be a hoot dating a man my age.i'm sure if i could woo susan, he should be eating out of my hands by january!