WARDENS IN SCHOOLS. THE REAL STORY

In Tun Ghafar Baba and in most secondary boarding schools, many of the students will feel disgusted with this well-known disciplinary board, the Wardens. Me too. We felt uneasy with with their presence, actions and words. It's a common thing for us to hear phrases that were being claimed as an explanation to their actions; 'Nanti korang besar korang tau laa..., Kita buat ni untuk kebaikan korang jugak.' and of course, many others. Some of my friends told me that their actions do not reflect their job as a teacher, maybe because it's too harsh and too unfriendly. My friend even told me that we (the students) are far more matured than the wardens. But I thought that we were foolish and we cannot even see anything yet.

I'm living in an environment filled with teachers, wardens and policy makers for education. So, I think that  I can understand a little bit of the situations on both side. Last Monday, a Mesyuarat Agung Muafakat (In Kementerian, it's mere a PIBG General Meeting), was held at the hall of the school. I was there, standing at the end of the hall, while eating a plate of Mee Goreng. Many parents were there too. I must say, these parents were very demanding. They ask for a complete maintenance of the school, greater works from teachers, and also, one of the must-be motions raised by them, discipline. Three hours went by. Two-third of the meeting's period was all about the students performance in their disciplinary skills. The parents scolded the teachers, specifically wardens, saying that they neglected the students as more and more students were involved in offending school's laws. From that, I've noticed that the wardens were being pressurized by the parents.

Feeling responsible, their response were simple and quick. By executing more and more ambushes to the dorms seemed effective. The students here were angered with the plan. The same thing happened to us last year. If our wardens didn't do their job, then our parents will yell and put up a lot of pressure onto them. Haha..but I'm not on any side as I'm no longer a school student..hehehe. I've recalled that some of the parents in my previous school asked the admin, 'Kenapa tak buang-buang je budak-budak yang bermasalah ni? Kan senang cam tu?' Yeah, senang kepale hotak ko. If we were to remove all of the students with moral problems from school, then berape kerat je Malay people that can be ensured to receive complete education in school. Mara does not neglect these students, but Mara is looking at the long-term effect. Maybe one day, they will bring success provided with our complete education in Mrsm although they were school offenders at the first place.

One of my friends once quoted, 'We can never underestimate the school offenders as one day, they may turn to be far superior than our own'. I say it's true. What say you?

FIRST LONG-DISTANCE DRIVING

It was thrilling! When I received my driving license, I started to think, can I really go in a long-distance journey? It was not long until my father forced me to drive anyway. As I recalled, my father once told me that a few of the school's teachers where he is teaching do have a driving license, but sadly, their cars remain silent in their garage.  The reason? They're all being paralyzed with the oddness of driving since they has never drove a lot before. Being afraid that I may end up in the same sequence, my father let me drive the one ton Hyundai Trajet all the way  from Muadzam Shah to Mersing, which was a three hours journey. My father did scolded me a lot as I was driving..haha

Before that, my family's life was 'jeopardized' when I drove them all the way on the Karak highway. Worse, it was my first experience driving at night. I must tell you, it was totally different! I really, really hated those incomers that put on their high lights or their spotlights just to bright things up. It disturbed me a lot. Maybe after a few years of training, everything will be just fine.

Since I've drove both type of cars; automatic and manual-type cars, I really felt ought to drive automatic rather than the manuals. One of my friend told me that a man should drive manual-based cars because it suited the taste of a man. Eeeh? Maybe he's true but I prefer automatic anyway. It's is so much easier and there's lesser risk that the car will end up dead on the road. I really do cares about acceleration but safety must comes first, right? Please, leave a comment to this post if you has different ideas about my thought.

WOMAN'S RIGHT?

Haha...I don't really know why I'm posting at the middle of 3.30 am in the morning. A few minutes ago, I've came across a video in You tube. There was a video explaining about the failure of the Arab's government to implement any form of law that will give what we call as the freedom to choose in marriage for the women society there. One of the respondent mentioned that she has no choice but to marry the man that had been chosen by her parents at the age of 18! What if such thing happened to the fellow people or to be more precise, the women in Malaysia? Would you be happy?

What would you feel if that freedom is to be taken away from you? This is not a phrase but this is a question that you should answer when you are commenting on this post (for female readers laa...).Well, should the freedom be taken away from our society, then I believe that the phenomenon of puppy-love should never had the right to exist among students isn't? Haha..that's just one of the pro if such law is executed. Even my older brother will not bother to have his date with his girlfriend right now. Even so, I anticipate that most girls will scream in disappointment if their future husband is already being well-prepared from their parents for their living.

Nonetheless, it's still quite awkward for the Arabs to enforce such thing to the female society. If it is on the basis of protecting the woman, what exactly are they protecting? I believe there's no logical reason for them to follow or to comply to this odd rule.

AMINULRASHID'S STORY

This story has gone wild all over nationwide. A story of  a 15-years old boy 'killed in action', with a bullet in his skull. It is told that Aminulrashid (the deceased) and his friend, Azamuddin were caught up in hit-and run case with some locals there. Aminulrashid, which was the driver hit a local's vehicle and they ran up in a scene of chase between vehicles with the locals. Being terrified, Aminulrashid violated a police barrier, which forced the police to fire a few rounds to stop the vehicle. One of them hit the car's tire but alas, the other one hit the back of the deceased head.

Whatever it is, starting from the very beginning of my life, there are two rules on the way that I should die (cehh..macam boleh pilih cara mati..haha). First, I won't get shot and I refused to die in a car accident. It's a little bit unlucky for this Aminulrashid to die in the way that I don't want to die. Nevertheless, most of the people were disenchanted by the way the police uphold the law this time. The police tried to cover it up by accusing them in a robbery coup-de-tat. The main witness opposed the charge. I don't know which one is the true story.

Now, the parents urged for an establishment of a royal commission to tackle this case. Haha..who cares...I just don't want to end up dead in the way Aminulrashid did. Moral of the story? Never let a 15-years old boy drive a car. Hope that justice be done.

MY SISTER'S TENNIS TOURNAMENT

My sister and my little brother were attending this kind of tennis tournament that was conducted in Kuala Lipis. My brother had lost at the first round already. Due to the lack of budget by the government, most of the sports tournaments now were conducted in a very bizarre way. Before this, there was some sort of a hierarchy that every single player must follow. You know, step by step development. First,, they will represent the district, then the state and then move to the national.  This year is different. They will compete, and then directly surpass the hierarchy and move to the national. Haha..most of the coaches here were complaining about this new rule.They were happy with the new 'One student one sport policy', and now they were disenchanted with the executions.

I'm writing this post while watching my little sister, presently having a duel with Shakira from Bentong. That Shakira is a strong opponent as she is two years older and far higher in term of experience in any form of tournament. What a depressing sight..haha. The team was divided in two teams, below 15 and below 12. My brother who is also in the below-15 team fought in MRSM Kuala Lipis. We heard rumors that two of the Chinese player attending the tournament were having their training in the mainland of China during their holidays. Cool huh? No wonder they always being entitled as the champion all the time...hehe.

For me, I wanted to represent my school in table tennis for a long, long time.Yet, the chance to have one was never there for me. I've still remembered during my secondary study in Besut, I was a good player but I didn't attend the elimination. What a waste. In Tun G. Baba, I had the chance but then I miss the elimination due to a larger responsibility in another stupid science fair. My friends told me that I'm a jinx in sport.

Maybe they were true after all.

Please, leave a comment.(wow..my little sister is winning after all...hehehe)

OUR PEOPLE

There were moments where I was mistakenly thought as a Chinese, maybe due to my eyes that do not resemble any typical Malay eyes..haha..It was about a year ago, when I was in Terengganu where my family and I had a long holiday and we used it for some sort of a vacation at our own original house that we've left, unseen for many months..no, no..years already. On our way home, we stop by my favourite game store, commonly known as the Lagimura from the locals there. I went quickly to the counter to pay while holding tight the game that I'm looking for in a long period of time. Suddenly, the woman at the counter asked me, 'Zhīfù ne?'. What the heck? After realizing the situation, she told me, 'Alah, sori-sori, saya ingat kamu orang cine ma...ok2, bayar kat sini...'. My parents laughed when I told them the story..haha

While walking out of the store, I noticed that there were no Malay stores in sight around me. All of the lots around the area where filled with Chinese citizens who would like to find their living there. That's something that I've admired from the Chinese people for all this while, which is, the will to survive in any condition, anywhere and everywhere. Where is our people? Extinct? No, majority of citizens of Malaysia are our people. Don't have money to support their shops? No, we have Mara or banks behind us from the very beginning. It's the will that we don't have.

My father have forced me to read this book, written in front with a large, catchy title..The World On Fire by Prof Amy Chua, House of Law, Yale University..haha..there's no way I'm reading it. That's what I thought at the first place. I was surprised when I took a glance at the first page. It's written, ' Buku untuk orang kita...by Pengerusi Mara, Dato' Seri Idris Jusoh' with his own initial below it. Then, I guess that I'm going to read a little. I can't stop reading it. Everything that was written by Amy Chua was so true. Have you ever noticed that in every single district, there will be this huge store where everyone will shop their needs there? It's told that those stores have never been in the hand of our people. Even our people only control barely 35 percent of our country's economy. However we can't just put the blame on everyone. We're still a new civilization that are looking it's own way to survive. Unlike the Chinese, Indians or even the people from the west that have generations of ancestors, we just lived for more or less fifty years on our own. But if we keep on making excuses, there's no way our people can survive for another fifty years since other countries are making a great path for their people while we're still dreaming of  becoming rich by creating more and more foreign trades, not domestically.  Now I've understand why Dato' Seri Pengerusi mentioned the phrase of Buku untuk orang kita in the front page. 

Because we're so left behind.

THE FUTURE IS NEAR.

Haha..a friend of mine, Syahid often urged me to sign up for a facebook account..haha..I've thought about creating one a long long time ago but my laziness kept filling my head. If you ever read my post before on that Just Do It thingy, it does not happen this time..haha. Yet a promise is a promise, my facebook will be delivered sooner or later anyway. Now, let's get to the jist of the post. Apa ek?

Ok, I've just checked what we call as the talk-of-others, the UPU result. God speed, I manage to put myself among others in the Asasi Perubatan in UIAM. When I received the result, I recalled myself filling the form and  question myself, why didn't I choose Uni. Malaya as my first destination in this medical field. If you asked for facility or recognition, Malaya is quite a better place than Uia isn't? However, what is decided is decided. At the very least, if I were to be rejected for the scholarship programme, a backup is already being well prepared. Congratulation for those who received good news in their pre-university results.

However, this will be a great foundation for all of us to achieve the dream that we've dreamed of all this while. Adults often told me to follow the will of the heart in career-based decision. My old friend from Taiping was there during my medical interview in Mara State Headquarters and she mentioned that she really, really wanted to deepen her life in biotechnology but due to the parents, she ended up in medicine. She never dreamed of, or even wanted to choose medicine as her major at the first place anyway. Remember, the biggest gift that we have is not only the brain, but the say to choose the decision for ourselves.

Yet, that's good enough for her. In this neighborhood-for-loner that I'm staying in, there are still those who're still dreaming of becoming a doctor. My teacher once told me a story. She met her friend in a house. The friend of her then introduced her son. The conversation begins: 'Ni anak nak jadi ape?' The mother replied, 'Nak jadi doktor. Tinggi cita-cita dia'. 'SPM berape?' My teacher questioned her. Then the mother reply, 'Haha..saya pergi wat teh dulu ye?', leaving the conversation behind.

See? Not all of us are lucky. Choose and decide wisely. Feel free to leave any comment.