My First Official Art Class at Viriya

Yesterday i conducted my first official class at MaiBug's workplace, some pre-job warm-ups i should say; although to a different crowd. My art class comprises of about 10 kids of ages around 10, which makes them mostly primary 4 kids. I was quite glad for the class , despite its small size, has a variety of characters---the quiet ones, the wana be teacher's pet kind, the mischevious ones, the notty but still serious about their work ones etc. haha...although abit want to vomit blood, but the blood is good blood.(watever that means haha..its a good meaning)

Kids make all kinds of kids jokes. They laugh at the word "gay"; intentionally provided the wrong answers to my questions; and giggled at my already plain and decent name--Angie!! One of them came up with this ingenius idea of calling me Miss NG...and they all must have thought it was the funniest joke alive for they guffawed along with the joker. my goodness!!! haha...
I taught them how to mix primary colors to give the secondary ones....and yeah...they did a lovely job despite abit messy here and there. The only time when they were quiet was when they were tracing pictures and some of them traced so hardly that their hands ached and the tracing paper tore. hahaha...it really was a joy for me to see them so seriously at work.
Cant imagine how its gona be like when the students are of a secondary level!!!

sometimes i wonder if i should have requested to teach at a primary level...but then...i'm too lazy to go through all the admins of appeal. and besides, somehow i think i should just go ahead with wat was designated and try adapting to it. For all i knew, i could gather some priceless experience.
yeah baybey!! all the way man!!

Angifloop

I read in the papers about poops today. Apparently they have this technique called the colonic irrigation, which is suppose to help u shit!! Now there's hope for the constipateds.
It sounds quite cool the way it goes. The Colonic Irrigation, as its name implies, is to insert a tube about 5cm up yr anus and pump 4-6 litres(!!!!) of distilled water into your metres long colon! And That is suppose to help clear your system.
According to the article, it says that everytime we do a poo poo, we only poo out only one fifth of what was there. No wonder our farts are smelly!! Imagine this.....4/5 of your intestine stuck with shit, and all that CLEAN GAS has to pass tru them....
hmmm...now i wonder how do those people with no-smell farts do their miracles...

Anyway, colonic irrigation is an ancient method used by egyptians in 1500BC period (hope i didnt get the numbers wrongly), only that which i am sure they didnt use such a ridiculous name then. haha...but its still quite cool to pay about 150 bucks for a 45 min session to ask professionals to help you do the shitting huh. If you convert that amount to fruits, exercise, and toilet bowls....i think i can get lots of wonderful fruit salads, juices, lots of cherries n craberries, more pilates classes, or some cool dance classes like hiphop or tango, and of cos ....a Toilet Bowl made or Pure Gold and Diamond handle bars!!!!!!

God has granted me a vision.

He says i dun need to be dressed nicely before i meet him. I can drop-by any moment even if i'm at the worse of states and despicably guilty of the jewels in my pocket. Even if i havent taken my bath, He says i can still meet Him. He tells me i musnt forget about Mizpah and wat i have been granted to see over there. He tells me i musnt give up on being the Being. He tells me if i have a wish, pray for it, but that dun necessarily mean that my wish would be the only one that He can grant me.

WAH

I'm sitting at my table, listening to the radio station playing classical music. Nice radio stations they have here. http://bostonpete.com/index.htm

Just read bugs' blog. haha they make such a hilarious duo man. Put them on a tiny island with free food and water and a neat shelter, i dun think they need to be saved liao. Pull them out of a gathering and the outing seems to carry a tinge of seriousness. And when they do come, u feel a slight crescendo in people's spirit, like that of a curtain drawing apart for a great show (maybe also becos they are usually late haha). Maybe i'm just exagerating la...but to know them is like knowing a bundle of joy, always so funny and eager to make people laugh.
But is it as always as it seems?
Of cos not la......
Dun be stupid, how can anyone stay happy 24/7 ???

I think it's their name---BUGS. Sounds funny, and thats precisely why they are funny. I mean i cant imagine them having names like Slumps, Grumps or Dunks. Nahhh...thats totally inappropriate. I think its their names that gave them their jovial personality.
But there's one more point, you cant just call a person Blur Sotong and that person magically transforms into a blur sotong right? I mean it takes some qualifications to carry that name before it was given.

Ok so what am i trying to get at?
If you answer correctly you get to go to the toilet.

Ya correct. You there, well done. You guessed it right, i'm talking about Labels.
Labels are very powerful things. They can create out of you something that u are not, and yet labels arent appropriate if you dont have wat it takes. Label are seen everywhere.
Streetwise we have "ah bengs", "youngsters", "ma da (police)", "pastors".
Or we have "ang mos", "chinese", "indians", "Gahmen".
Sometimes we also have "philosophers", "engineers", "doctors", "architects" and of cos..."psychologist".
In psychology/psychiatry we have "autistic", "Asperger", "ADHD (attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder), "dyslexic", "anorexic"/ "bulimic"....."schizophrenic"....
so many....so many....

But Labels, although very powerful, are not THAT powerful; because they dont necessarily tell everything. Ok let me give an analogy. Say somebody gave you a Louis Vuitton shirt. WAH branded stuff, very nice. You think you got yourself the most comfortable thing in the whole world; exquisite and exceptional. Its says its made of pure silk and you believe it. Then one day you were shopping in Pasa Malam and you saw the exact same shirt!! made of pure silk too! O NO!! Are you still gona believe what you saw on YOUR shirt?
Maybe it IS made of pure silk...just not from Louis Vuitton lor.

Labels are powerful things. But i didnt say they are naturally evil things, or bad things. In fact, sometimes i use labels for myself as a form of therapy. Eg. "Sanguinee", Joviel", "Sophie"...many many more. You can also use it counterintuitively such as "devilia", "blur sotong". That is, using a sort of "reverse psychology" (although in my entire psych study i have never come across that term) for self improvement.

But sometimes labels can be very dangerous. They can plant false memories into you and you wont even know it. I used to find it easy getting caught up with what people label me as and then i just conform to it. Then there arises many more labels from different group of people and then you start wondering if u have a split personality disorder. You get confused, frustrated; even more so when alll the time people are advocating "Be Yourself"!!... But what if THIS is being myself!!!! haha....those adolescent days...
Ah well...they say that if u cant beat yr enemy work with them. Or use them to work with you.
And so i have......
i read in this counselling book, it says that one way to help clients is to help them relabel themselves. For instance, instead of calling someone naggy, we call them oversensitive or overconcerned. It may look puny as a solution, but it works wonders slowly. Small things make big things ma......slowly lor.......