Friday 26 June 2015

A matter of perspective ..... ;-{

During my coordination with the selected ten students from each the five schools that I went to, some of them really gave you a run for your money. They were interesting, open and confidently presented their chosen topics with me. The topics ranged from the mundane, normal, safe topics to challenging ones - my idol who was Tun Dr. Mahathir, my father who was the owner of PMC, conquering my fear of rejection, the question "What's next" and topics like the school band, my hobbies such as reading, music, travelling, my favourite TV character - the candidate chose Morgana from the drama series "Merlin", sports ranging from table-tennis (the candidate took part in an international competition in JB last term), to rugby - he was a state player and won runner-up in the under 18 Cobra school rugby competition ..... well, I listened, I questioned and I discussed just to gauge and evaluate their grammar and vocabulary skills. I had to make sure I knew a variety of topics as well. We, the KPKws under the Testing and Evaluation Sector, coordinate the marks with the school assessor so that there is a balanced and fair assessment.

Anyway, the reason I am writing this is to explore this candidate topic which was - conquering fear of rejection. He looked like a confident young man with a stable family and a father who was in the military. He intended to pursue a career with the air force. He painstakingly explained to me this new therapy which was "reject before being rejected". Said "No" before "No" was said to you. We had a fairly argumentative discussion where I was trying to dispel the notion that if you never gave it a try, you would never know. He argued that rather than being rejected and disappointed, he would prefer to take the risk of never knowing. Hmmm ... I honestly could not convince this young man that sometimes rejection was needed to help one cope with disappointment. It actually helped in our growing up process and handle disappointment. I asked why not just ask and the worst you would get was a "No". He hated that word ..... interesting. Someone so young but so insecure. That was why he was talking about this new study of how to handle fear of rejection. Good luck to him .... and he was such a good-looking, attractive young man. What a waste for the girls .... :-]))

Even though coordination could be so tiring mentally, it was interesting and challenging. I had to keep up with the latest teenagers' interests so that I could discuss with them whatever topics they had chosen. Some students were so nervous that I had to stop them and told them to take a deep breath, istighfar and selawat before they tried again. This was for Muslim candidates. Then there was the over confident and cocky students who just wanted to challenge you such as with the topic "George Soros and why he was my idol". The weaker candidates were not able to express themselves due to lack of vocabulary as their command of the language was poor. They could understand my questions but they could not express themselves with the limited command of the language.

Sometimes I wonder where had we gone wrong with these future generation. If they could not even answer simple questions regarding the topic of their choice, imagine when they join the workforce. In 2016, English is a compulsory pass for the SPM candidates. If spoken is already a hurdle, imagine the written paper.

During the oral coordination for the private candidates, there were community nurses who had to take the English paper again just to be promoted to staff nurse. One of them had a twelve years working experience and attached to a specialist clinic. Yet, due to her failed English at SPM level, she could not be promoted any higher than what her position now was. Thus, there would be no increase in salary or allowances. Another was a policeman. He wanted to go up to the rank of an officer i.e. Inspector. He needed a credit for English at SPM level. He had served the police force for ten years. There were also the handsome, smart young men from the Air Force who came in their smart uniforms. They needed credit in English to "fly" otherwise they remained ground crew. The store keepers of a supermarket needed English to become the supervisor or clerk. The list goes on ..

The importance of English at our own home ground. No need to look far ahead - most of these people do not even dream of the bigger picture. Just every layman's hopes and wishes to get a better position in our own country. Not elsewhere but emphasis is put on passing or a credit at least in the English subject. Stress the importance in our own turf and not telling most of these youngsters in schools that English is an important subject as it is a universal language. Drum it into their heads that English can take them far ... farther than they can imagine possible.

Looking at these private candidates and school candidates from the feeder schools ...while the premier schools have no problems .... where do we, as teachers, have gone wrong? The system? The syllabus? The ever-changing ministers and their policies? The creator of policies or the implementation of them? Thus, who will be at the losing end????


Sunday 21 June 2015

In Loving Memory ... Bapak (1911 - 1982)

"To the world,
You may be one person,
but to me...
You are the world."

How apt. They say a daughter's first love is her father. I guess depends on the relationship between father and daughter.  Bapak has 9 daughters with Mak. Out of these 9 lovely girls, I was the closest and "manja" with him. Actually, when we were younger, he was just Bapak. An authority figure who always worked at his special table where he drew plans of houses. He was a draughtsman. Back then, there was no such thing as a photostat machine. There was a special paper where you drew the plan and laid them carefully in a special sort of covered rectangle thin box, poured a certain liquid gently over it ( I could not recall what the chemical was but it certainly had a strong smell) and held it facing the sun for about half an hour. The paper would slowly turn a bluish colour from the heat of the sun. I usually had this task as the other sisters refused to stand in the hot sun and got burnt. When Bapak was at his table, none of us would dare make any noise near it or go near it or touch any of his equipment on it. There were all types and shapes of rulers. Special pencils and stationery that should attract curious kids. But not us. One "ahem" from him and we would run helter- skelter up the stairs or hide at the attic.

As I grew up in my teens, my older sisters and brothers started to move out to college or work elsewhere. I became his handyman. There were no boys around to help out with whatever he wanted to have done. He would take me everywhere with him whether I liked it or not. Maybe that was how I was trained to be patient and made the best of the situation. I was also given a lot of leeway where my older sisters did not get. I was allowed to have male friends to the house. I was allowed to stay back after school for curriculum activities. I was allowed to take the public bus to school. I was allowed to go on trips organised by the school. By the time I was in Form 6, I was allowed out on my own. Thus, I guess I learned to be independent and brave.

His sense of fairness. His respect for my mother and his daughters. His love for us. His authority. His discipline. His sense of responsibility and commitment. His knowledge as he loved to read. His patience. His way of pampering us with the little means that he has. His stubbornness. His honour. His word. His promises. His smile. His good-looks. His sense of humour. His values. Although I was never at the end of his wrath, we all were aware of his temper. Mak used to say that I was so much like him. I considered that a compliment.

I used to talk and discussed about things with him. He would listen and never undermined your ambitions or wishes. He celebrated every single achievement and success be it big or small. He never forgot any of our birthdays. He recorded everything that happened in each and every one of his children's lives ...  

I could go on and on writing about him. Today is Father's Day (21 June 2015). I am nostalgic and thinking of him and Mak. Maybe it is Ramadhan. Thus, they are somewhere near us. I dreamt of them at the old house again on the first of Ramadhan. Always the old house in Peringgit. I guess the house always reminded me the sense of security, love and a sense of belonging. It gives me a sense of peace and happiness. I did not enter the house but I knew they were both in it. Just the feel good feeling that they were there - safe and shielded. It is not easy to put it in words. Last holidays I did not get the opportunity to visit their graves as it was raining. Yet, I know that they know I am thinking of them and always have them in my prayers everyday.

I miss them .... both so wise, so much love for us and always thinking of us. Rest in peace.
Al-Fatihah.

Happy Father's Day to the father of my sons, to my brothers who are fathers, to my brothers-in-law, to my old friend, to all my male friends who are fathers too ... the question is - what have you left your children with? I am what I am because the basic necessities to become me has been instilled be Bapak. Hope all of you fathers have done the best that you can do ..... in shaa Allah. In our children, do we trust our future generation .....





Friday 19 June 2015

In A World Of My Own ...

This year we went to Kinokuniya book store at KLCC to spend the book vouchers. I had already chosen my books with Ikram's book vouchers when he was home during his semester break. There was only Popular book store in Alor Setar. Popular gave us a RM50 voucher with every purchase of the full book voucher value. I gave it to Jamilah for her children to buy stationery.... ;-))

Since Akmal came down for a long weekend due to the MIDE (Dive Expo) - we decided to make time for Kinokuniya .... when we entered the book store ... how at home I felt .... so happy, so comfortable and oohhh.... so satisfying to be among all the books .... I wished we could just sit here and read whatever books that were not wrapped ... :-]))  I chose only best sellers and fiction of some beloved authors and some new ones that I wanted to make my acquaintance ... ;-))  Akmal chose 3 marine reference books which cost him RM300. Well, I was being selfish and refused to share Syafiq's voucher. In the end I had to add an extra RM30 as I just could not let go of the books I have chosen. I already had to put back three books as it had really exceeded the limit. Surprisingly, when we paid up at the counter with the vouchers, we were given 2 RM20 free vouchers which they both handed it to me. Thus, happily I chose another book which cost me RM49.90. Hence, we ended up with more than RM600 worth of books between the two of us .... :-])))))

The ecstatic and over the moon feeling did not leave me as we left Kinokuniya as we had to go to MIDE at PWTC. When am I going to read these books ???? I will be really free when I retire next year, in shaa Allah (God willing), .... the problem is when I start to read it is so difficult for me to put the book down ... in a world of my own ... only certain people will understand  .... :-}} Just so happy and smiling all the way to PWTC ....




Thursday 18 June 2015

PLUS - Take Me To Where My Heart Is ...

We had been travelling up and down the PLUS highway since it was ready to be used back in the 90's. I remembered waiting for the highway to be ready as it cut off our journey from Alor Setar to Melaka by half. It used to be 10 - 12 hours journey and heavy traffic full of lorries. For years I travelled but I never thought of taking any photos of the captivating view of the Titiwangsa Range or lush foliage of our own tropical greenery, oil palm estates, mountains, clouds ....

Thus, last holidays, I was travelling with Ikram back to Alor Setar. Since he was doing driver's duty, I took photos. Well, Noor and my sons knew that I loved to take pictures of anything and everything. At times, they jokingly asked if they could eat their food as I would always take photos first .... well, if it was interesting ... :-]))  well, here are a few photos along the Sg. Perak - Taiping stretch ... it was raining and very cloudy .... but as an old friend said - there is always a rainbow after the rain - unfortunately I seldom see rainbows along the highway .... rain or shine ... ;-]}}


You can see the foreboding clouds merging ....

Heading towards the tunnel ... I have always been amazed and full of wonder for human technology ... as it is right in the belly of the mountains ... 
In the heart of the tunnel ....
The road slopes down immediately after the tunnel ..
The long journey back to Alor Setar which I now call "home" ....