Saturday, August 28, 2010

Stress vs Boredom

I thought quite a lot about this after being pointed out by The Gallivanter some while ago.

Stress makes your brain wanna explode.

And boredom drives you nuts.

I've been a teacher for a month, and I dare to say that I can get pretty bored when I'm not teaching. Since one of my classes is taken by a practical teacher, I have a lot of time to spare. Even after marking worksheets and updating files, I'm still left with a lot of time to spare. To the point I'm counting every hour till punch out.

And it drives me nuts.

I know I should feel blessed 'coz a lot of teachers out there are burned out by the end of the day.

Maybe I got used to being a zombie during my teaching practice that now I'm a real teacher doing what real teachers actually do (e.g. gossip, marketing, bargaining, browsing catalogs - in which I don't do) I feel...empty.

But still, I'm not complaining. I have books to keep me company. And perhaps a PSP when the moolah rolls in.

So would I rather be stressed or bored?

I'd choose stress.

At least my brain is working. Hard.

If I'm bored, my brain suffers from inactivity.

This guy is the testimony of what boredom could do to you.

I was eventually let out of hospital on the 2nd Jan, but then brought back in on the 18th Jan and diagnosed with a more serious form of TB... As a result, I have been back in quarantine since the 18th Jan, and all up now I have spent 55 days on the inside of a single room in hospital... This is starting to take it's toll on my mental stability, and this song is about the impact (or lack thereof) it has had so far.

Ironically, he makes being bored fun though.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Of Teachers and Tattoos

When an old skooler sees a person with tattoos, the immediate thought would be "rebel, drug addict, misfit, drop out, alcoholic, jobless, gangster, ah long" or generally, a bad person. If it's a female, it would be "rebel, skank, tramp, whore, drug addict, alcoholic, prostitute" or generally, a lady who never puts her legs together.

See, I always wanted to get inked since the Spice Girls got famous. And my inspiration was of course Sporty Spice, Mel C. And I'd like to get that arm band like hers when I finish school.

But I realised today that arm band tattoos are incredibly tacky and should remain a 90's thing/mistake.

Then the tatts on your butt crack was really the in thing 10 years later. And I really wanted it so bad.

But I decided to wait till I'm 21 to get a tattoo. That way I'd have a lot of time to think about of what design I'd like to get that I could live with for the rest of my life.

I'm glad I waited as tattoos on your crack is now called a tramp stamp.

Now, what do you think of teachers with tattoos?

Tattoos are generally associated with bad behaviour. If you have a tattoo, means you're bad. Society would never believe that you inked your God given beautiful body because you believe in the arts, survived cancer or you just want to be different. You're just immoral.

So here's the million dollar question: is it okay for teachers, the educator of generations, the ultimate moral compass to have tattoos?

Try putting yourself in the shoes of a parent, and found out that specky, mousy maths teacher teaching your child is heavily tattooed on her back- with dragons, koi fish, lotus flowers and of course, a huge butterfly tribal-ish tramp stamp.

Would you doubt her ability to educate your kid?

But if she could turn any dumb kid into a maths whiz, why should you doubt her, right? So she's not squeaky clean and has a thing for sharp objects and she does not FIT into the role of a morally perfect saint of a teacher that society highly expected out of her, but she does her job and she does it damn well, why do we need to be a moral judge?

If you're wondering if I'm that heavily tattooed teacher, I am not. In fact after turning 21, I still haven't got inked.

I'm still 'clean', like what society expects, like my profession expects of me.

But that doesn't mean I give a rat's ass of what society thinks. I just respect it. I won't get tattoos on conspicuous areas, but rather places where you can only see it when I'm wearing the skankiest clothes or butt naked.

I am still searching for the right tatt that I could live with forever without regretting a single day even when my skin sags and looks far from what it used to be, and especially not being branded skanky name 10 years from now. Plus it has to be meaningful. Like surviving cancer.

I know a couple of teachers who are inked, and I respect them for their I-give-no-shit and carpe diem behaviour.

Will we be able to see the day when teachers can have their whole arm tattooed and they are still entitled to be Guru Cemerlang someday?

Probably, when the non-Muslims are allowed to marry a Muslim without converting.

And that is, NEVER.

People, would you want a Kat Von D-ish teacher teach your kid?

Yeaah...I'm sure you would.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

How Amanda Fakes Pretty When She Actually Looks Like An Anemic Sallow Skinned Imsoniac

Seeing this in the Chive piqued my interest.

I remember Annie posting this on her blog too.

See, most people would think I'm hot. But they never see me without makeup. This is just to say, I did not come out from Aphrodite's vagina and baptist in the fire of hotness, but rather, I'm born a human, flawed, and looking quite ordinary (but somehow peculiar when in Peninsular). The only difference between me and a plain Jane is that I got skills and wickedness.

So this is me, from the real deal to faking pretty.

Bare face me - anemic, sallow yellow and looking like I haven't slept for weeks with sparse asymmetrical eyebrows. By the way, the doctor said I really am kinda anemic.

With BB cream

With concealor

With foundation

Eyebrows filled

With eyeshadow

With eyeliner on upper lid

With eyeliner on lower lid

With mascara

With blusher

With lipstick and gloss

And you get...

Camwhore pretty! With my bra hanging on the background that I forgot to photoshop out!

The tools that keep me looking pretty:

So the moral of the story today is one,
- guys, don't be fooled by those pretty girls camwhoring on their Facebook. You have to wake up beside them in the morning to only find out how they actually look like.

and two,
- girls, if you have low self esteem, confidence is the key. And if you don't know how to be confident, learn how to put makeup on. Not just putting makeup on, but LEARN. You don't want to look like a tragic clown. Not for you to hide behind it, but rather shine through it. The guys would be fooled initially, but if they really like you, they'd wake up beside you in the morning and realise how pretty you are without all those gunk on your face.

Now here's a question for you:

Ladies, would you go out without makeup on?

Guys, should your honeys wear makeup?

Friday, August 6, 2010

Testimony of Awesomeness

So it has been two weeks since I started working.

Did that sentence sound ridonculous in your head like it does in mine?

Let's do over.

So it has been two weeks since I started school.

Yes people, I'm still in utter denial.

I don't know why, but it feels like I'm still doing my practical.  It doesn't feel like that thing that adults do, i.e. 'work.'


So I got four classes, three Form 4s and one Form 3.  Working hours are actually great, 'coz the most time I'd be yakking away in class is for four hours (with breaks in between) in a day, and the least is 75 minutes.  And school ends at 12.20 p.m.. So I get the rest of the day off.

This is a little run down of the classes I'm teaching.

4 D (still protecting their privacy in case I wanna bash them someday) is the Science Stream class.  The smart ones.  So I won't have much problems with these guys.  Plus I am now their class teacher who is still incredibly unclear of what am I supposed to do.  Good thing their previous teacher sits behind me so I can cry for help anytime when a kid comes up to me and gives me a wad of cash for some fee to pay.  They kinda remind me of the Science Stream class I thought back in SIGS.  The only difference is that some of them have dicks.

4 A is the Sastera class.  More like, the third, fourth-ish class of the form.  Their English proficiency level is pretty poor, so I opt NOT to speak fully English to them.  I know it's one of the biggest sin of an English teacher, but I AM a teacher teaching English AS A SECOND LANGUAGE, not as first language.  And I strongly believe that getting a message across clearly is way important than leaving them gaping and trying to figure out what the hell I'm saying.  And it is better if they are able to learn a new English word in Bahasa Melayu, rather than not learn anything at all.

4 M is a class that I haven't entered as a practical teacher is taking it till September.  YAY.  But I heard they are the second smartest class and there's only 16 of them. *bliss*

And finally, 3 D.  Oh boy.  They say what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.  These kids have the supreme ability to kill my insanity, or could make me the most awesome teacher ever alive.  Yes, they are the weakest class of them all, and they are the misfits of the school.  With a 100% failure in their last semester exam, they are the ones predicted to fail their PMR and thus, in their lives.  Vocational school is their only option after this, or they might drop out of  school after the exam and be a rough labourer like their parents, and the girls might get knocked up and married, like their mothers.  Their proficiency level is so bad, their previous teacher gave them Primary One exercises for them.  And even that they had trouble answering it.  On a lighter note, on the first day I entered and asked them to introduce themselves, asides acting like monkeys on sugar rush, a couple of them HID UNDER THE FUCKING TABLE.  What 15 year old boy does that?! 

The books that I have studied for the past six years didn't tell me anything about this nor did my teaching practice prepared me for this.

So yeah, I'm in for a frickin' ride. 

My teaching practice was a joy ride, but THIS will be the testimony of my awesomeness.

Again people, pray that I won't murder a kid or hang myself.

In this moment of hardship, no other motivational posters work as well as thisTrue story.