121309 Sunday

GRADUATION BLUES

So I've been absent. I've been busy with exams but I've finished and now I'm free. I did my last two exams on Tuesday and got my results on Thursday. I've been on a high ever since then.

I graduated on Thursday with my second certificate of a Higher Diploma in Hotel Management. I've got eight months more to go before I get a degree and then off to Bangkok it is for two years.

Just having trials a week before the finals, I went into the exam not feeling too confident as I managed a global average of 15.25 out of 20 overall. The grade to get first class would be 16 and above. I failed one paper miserably but took comfort in the failures of others as 53 failed that paper too. There was only 61 taking that paper mind you. Another concern was my French.

For my finals, I got the same French jury woman that failed my ass in Diploma. A year passed and I was back at the mercy of this fine looking French woman. Rewind a year back, I pissed her off and she shouted at me during the exam. I walked out and that was it. Only subject I failed in Diploma. She was pissed mad at me and even hit the table violently like those Chinamen we see on TV. I dont know whats up with these French people. I only asked her to repeat the same question nine times.

Anyways, when I opened the door to the room for my French Oral exam, there she was, the same grin on her face that greeted me the previous year in the same classroom as Diploma. Probably in her mind, she was like " F*(&*@# . . . this bugger again. Going to fail his ass if he ask me to repeat almost every question I ask." So the exam went like this, I was asked to introduce myself. So I thought I should play it cool. Be like the modern men. I'm not going to talk about where I came from, how big my family was or what my hobbies were. I was going to ace it and take her French heart by storm.

I started with my name and then suddenly with a huge wave of confidence I gave her a seductive half grin that only showed a little bit of my teeth yet it is mysterious that wants her to know whats more behind these subtle-lips-smile and a lift of one of the eyebrow like how the ROCK does it, stating that Je suis celibataire ( I am single) and proceeded to tell what type of women I like. I did not know why I played that card. I am ashame. I could first see the initial discomfort but when I touched the color of the eyes and how I like their long wavy hair that flows down like a stallions mane, I knew I had her in my pocket! Sorry Charmaine, desperate measures was called for desperate time. I have a girl friend ( Depending ladies . . send me a picture and then we'll see ;)

Anyways her body language spoke positively as she seem taken a back but then suddenly move in closer to listen. I had to resort ultimately to using my absolutely gorgeous good looking boyish charms but I'm sorry that I'm not sorry I went that low. Hey, my higher diploma was on the line ! Moving on, the third part of the exam was a conversation on a theme. What I had was to have a conversation with a friend about a future vacation and the things that I would do on that vacation.

So I started off the conversation as normal and then proceeded to tell her that I was planning a holiday with my girlfriend. We were going to Langkawi. We were so excited because we look forward to swimming in the sea, sun bathing, doing water sports activity and so forth. Then she asked, what are you going to do at night? So i innocently just proceeded to say oh, at night we were going to eat at the restaurant then chill out at the hotel lounge. I thought that answer was sufficient but she asked again, what are you going to do at night besides all that? Sensing something amiss, I asked her again what do you mean? I thought she wanted more examples, so I said maybe walk along the beach and talk. Being more persistent, she asked again what am I going to do in the night?

Then it hit me after my spider senses tingled, this French woman actually wanted to know my in the room activities at night ! DAMNIT this is an exam, is this allowed ?? Shit I was in a dilemma. By this time, I was sweating furiously. This is an attractive 30 year old French woman. And I mean French, they created the French Kiss damnit, thats like creating the peanut butter for the entire American civilization. It is that epic. Like I said, I was in a dilemma.

Should I fore-go all moral principles and excite this woman right now in the room with my explicit information . . . . . or should I fail this exam with my dignity intact and hold my head up high while I walk out knowing that I had done the right thing by not telling this inappropriate information to an older woman because of the respect that I already have by the years of drilling in by the well guidance of my concern parents for respecting older people during my childhood ?

I am ashame to say I aced my entire Higher Diploma and got First Class Honors. My French helped a lot.

I'm sorry Mom.