Dear students,
Still the same way i start addressing whenever i am about to make an entry to this very blog. I mean dear students though they are nowhere to be found. We were so close once that almost after weekly night classes we had with a few of them a cup of nescaffe o at a stall known as kedai Ayu, named after an attractive young woman who happened to be a daughter of the owner of the restaurant. That restaurant is in fact not far from school, provided we make our way there on foot. There, some hot topics popped up ranging from students' problems, cheap gossips among students as well as rumors among teachers about unfavorable students.At times, we kept talking about good old days of PMR batch 2009 while searching for ideas on how to revive the lost fighting spirit . Of course, those with me at that time as volunteers namely Aidil, Bob and Mat Yie were from 2009 batch. We had a great fun teaching them as we did enjoy the process instead of focusing on the result. It proved that the result would take care of itself if we had enjoyed the process. The key here is we in order to get a great result must enjoy things at hand not spending to much time thinking for perfection but doing very little or nothing.
But, do i enjoy doing things i repeatedly do it on daily basis or not? i might answer without a second thought yes! yes in the sense that i have no choice left considering unsettled loans from banks. Or yes because it might be a true calling for me. I have searched some blogs on teaching. I do agree with many who argue that teaching affects generations or its effect is eternal. How if we give them a bad impact for lessons not well executed or for ill-planned teaching exercises which did not augur well in the long run. We indirectly deny them their right to access the best educational experience where knowledge gained and skilled acquired. Aside from that we are also to play a prominent role which is to develop students' characters explicitly or implicitly. The question is if we just let the evil triumph over good things for fear of being labelled as too much meddling on students' affairs or other teachers' portfolios, are we still regarded as a man who makes a difference or the other way around - the one who makes things worse.Edmund Burke nicely strung a line of words for thought, he was quoted as saying all that is necessary of letting loose the devils is good men do nothing.To take corrective method is a crucial step not to let evils reign. It is true, teaching is not one-fit-all method, we need to constantly learning, relearning and unlearning before unleashing our true hidden potential.
A true calling I might be willing to call it is of last Tuesday when i happened to stumble upon my ex student of smaasza at KLIA's departure hall holding my hand for a handshake while asking me whether or not I remember his name .Sadly, my memory worked a bit slow at that crucial moment of time as i could hardly recall his name.But i managed to save to face as i could vividly recall his trademarks like his neat handwriting, only i forgot to talk about his footballing prowess. He was as for yesterday a handsome man, no longer a pocket man with dimples on both cheeks when i taught him in form one, 2007.i after all used to call him and his colleagues of 1a2 a bunch of genius, the brightest students i have had ever taught so far. I gave him a warm send-off seconds before he departed for Jordan to do medicine.
Do i have to wait for such a moment to call it a calling. I might do no justice to countless other students under my in-charge as they are still deserving respect and care , let alone well-thought lessons as much as Hadi and his bright patriots deserved. This alone leads me to look deep down inside to find the answer for my so called true calling. Or i simply call it a calling out of nothing.
Sir
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
A GOOD AUTHOR A GOOD BOOK - ROALD DAHL
“We have tears in our eyes
As we wave our goodbyes,
We so loved being with you, we three.
So do please now and then
Come and see us again,
As we wave our goodbyes,
We so loved being with you, we three.
So do please now and then
Come and see us again,
The Giraffe and the Pelly and me.
"All you do is to look
At a page in this book
Because that’s where we always will be.
No book ever ends
When it’s full of your friends
The Giraffe and the Pelly and me.”
― Roald Dahl
"All you do is to look
At a page in this book
Because that’s where we always will be.
No book ever ends
When it’s full of your friends
The Giraffe and the Pelly and me.”
― Roald Dahl
Sunday, May 6, 2012
IN SEARCH OF THE UNKNOWN
Dear readers,
Nothing remains the same but the change itself.Change at times is hard, harder still if we resist to change. They say if we are poised to accept change the chance is we are destined to change for better.The hardest part is when we are already become entangled with a plethora of old thoughts that resist to embrace novelty.We sometimes are victims of our own success. Success that sheds us light of proven track to achieving it invariably mitigates our further progress as we are over reliant on past methods. Thus, we tend to brush off the fact that our subjects are of different breeds that demand different approach.At last, it failed us miserably.
To stay motivated for a period of time when others gave in is actually an art. The art of tenacity.We apparently tend to be influenced more by our surroundings or external factors that derail us further and further from our track. Unless and until we are truly motivated or inspired enough to take on any challenges we have set to achieve or are bound to achieve due to outside pressure from the so called stake holders.
If what Sigmund Freud claimed that everyone wants to be important is always true, almost all things would be like a piece of cake.Why? of course, give them what they have craving for for a ransom . The reality is not everyone is after fame but almost everyone is in search of happiness. This what forces us to ponder.Some gain happiness while in process, in struggling or on their way to the destination,whilst others claim to reach happiness once the reach their destination. Furthermore the level of happiness is ever fluctuating that renders us mortals restless to find the one that gives us a lasting happiness.So, does happiness truly exist or we are shrouded by the mist of happiness which is so fragile that may eclipse in the blink of an eye.
Sir
Nothing remains the same but the change itself.Change at times is hard, harder still if we resist to change. They say if we are poised to accept change the chance is we are destined to change for better.The hardest part is when we are already become entangled with a plethora of old thoughts that resist to embrace novelty.We sometimes are victims of our own success. Success that sheds us light of proven track to achieving it invariably mitigates our further progress as we are over reliant on past methods. Thus, we tend to brush off the fact that our subjects are of different breeds that demand different approach.At last, it failed us miserably.
To stay motivated for a period of time when others gave in is actually an art. The art of tenacity.We apparently tend to be influenced more by our surroundings or external factors that derail us further and further from our track. Unless and until we are truly motivated or inspired enough to take on any challenges we have set to achieve or are bound to achieve due to outside pressure from the so called stake holders.
If what Sigmund Freud claimed that everyone wants to be important is always true, almost all things would be like a piece of cake.Why? of course, give them what they have craving for for a ransom . The reality is not everyone is after fame but almost everyone is in search of happiness. This what forces us to ponder.Some gain happiness while in process, in struggling or on their way to the destination,whilst others claim to reach happiness once the reach their destination. Furthermore the level of happiness is ever fluctuating that renders us mortals restless to find the one that gives us a lasting happiness.So, does happiness truly exist or we are shrouded by the mist of happiness which is so fragile that may eclipse in the blink of an eye.
Sir
Sunday, January 8, 2012
I ALWAYS HAVE MYSELF TO BLAME
Dear students,
This years marks my fifth year teaching here and fifth formers now as as old as i am dwelling at and in this very school.So many bitter sweet memories went unrecorded.Yet,some of them remain intact as they at times encourage me to go on and on. I happened to audio-record a few events that mark our once achievement being here at this very school.I should take it as nothing but a mere coincidence.The maxim that two heads is always better holds true considering the dismay result of PMR candidates of 2011. Her departure was too costly that none aced for English.
Should i take her departure as a timing bomb and swiftly figure out means to overcome it,this year result would not be so cataclysmic like what we have now.I thought i realized it, but it was too late the leakage was possibly beyond repair given the low motivation the teachers as well as their in-charges had had at that time of moment. Thus,Only we are strongly advised to remain positive with whatever befalls us, aside from abiding by the principle that God did not create something for nothing. There must be reasons which we mortals should dig out to take lessons for further improvement of ourselves. I admit i myself ever remind student to memorize some inspiring lines 'it is so easy to cry and die, but to fight when hope is out of sight'..It is now high time for me look deep down inside to keep on track so that not to have derailed me from the right paths.
Though countless reasons bundled to me ranging from students' weak grasps of the language and school activities which are too overloaded, the fact remains and forever remains is no of them aced last year. And i have to be frank that i have always myself to blame.And i should say sorry for that,for jobs unwell-done.
Sir
This years marks my fifth year teaching here and fifth formers now as as old as i am dwelling at and in this very school.So many bitter sweet memories went unrecorded.Yet,some of them remain intact as they at times encourage me to go on and on. I happened to audio-record a few events that mark our once achievement being here at this very school.I should take it as nothing but a mere coincidence.The maxim that two heads is always better holds true considering the dismay result of PMR candidates of 2011. Her departure was too costly that none aced for English.
Should i take her departure as a timing bomb and swiftly figure out means to overcome it,this year result would not be so cataclysmic like what we have now.I thought i realized it, but it was too late the leakage was possibly beyond repair given the low motivation the teachers as well as their in-charges had had at that time of moment. Thus,Only we are strongly advised to remain positive with whatever befalls us, aside from abiding by the principle that God did not create something for nothing. There must be reasons which we mortals should dig out to take lessons for further improvement of ourselves. I admit i myself ever remind student to memorize some inspiring lines 'it is so easy to cry and die, but to fight when hope is out of sight'..It is now high time for me look deep down inside to keep on track so that not to have derailed me from the right paths.
Though countless reasons bundled to me ranging from students' weak grasps of the language and school activities which are too overloaded, the fact remains and forever remains is no of them aced last year. And i have to be frank that i have always myself to blame.And i should say sorry for that,for jobs unwell-done.
Sir
Monday, November 28, 2011
CONGRATULATIONS!
Yesterday was the day for Sir Yus to tie the knot with his someone special. Barakalluhulakuma. May your marriage will be blessed forever.
:)
Monday, November 14, 2011
TOMORROW, TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
Dear students,
Imagine how dull this world is should tomorrow won't come. Nevertheless, tomorrow as depicted by arguably one of the greatest Englishmen, Shakespeare is a dull one for its repetitious, monotonous and colorless . Both are correct as it largely depends on our own ready-made or self-made philosophy of life and the way we view or ponder of something .To me, i sometimes am really looking forward for tomorrow if it involves things that we have long awaited for. Thus, so late it came we felt then. But, if it involves exams or anything related to deadlines and etc ..we usually feel it as fast as lightning. That is the fact we hardly ignore .
One thing for sure bound to happen tomorrow that invites anxiety as well as excitement is English paper for SPM. The subject that has never failed to haunt majority of students with the exception of the select few.It as past years put us teacher like a cat on hot bricks so nervous that we end up doing nothing but hoping for divine intervention considering the state of unreadiness of our in-charges. This is what i am feeling now. Only i feel more guilty than worried as i manage to have helped them so little though knowing fully well that they deserve to have better equipped with right weapons should this very teacher put much dedication and creativity in his teaching and learning process. One such irresponsible deed is the fact that only lately which is last a couple of days i managed to go through the whole four poems from which i think i benefited much more than the students from the beauty and gist of the poem. The one i like most is about the searching of Albino buffalo by a grandfather from whom the story was brilliantly relayed in a very thoughtful message that no matter how bad you experience, never let it put you down as what matters most to us is to live life gratefully. Everyone has his or her own sets of problems. The difference is the way we see the problems and deal with them for our self betterment and others' as well. The good news is it shed light about things that i should have never done to next year's batch. I don't think students would forgive me for my out-form performance if they come to acknowledge that. I do hope by jotting this down, it at least helps alleviate my burden of guilt that i have all-this-while been carrying everywhere to and fro.
For me, tomorrow's tomorrow is for real. It help beat my heart faster like never before.It comes in a beautiful package that serves me well to better comprehend what life is actually all about. Past is past and it is no longer in existence. Out of many, the most practical yet rewarding way to appreciate the past is to learn from it and most importantly to put in practice straight away upon graduating from any simple life's lessons.
Sir
Imagine how dull this world is should tomorrow won't come. Nevertheless, tomorrow as depicted by arguably one of the greatest Englishmen, Shakespeare is a dull one for its repetitious, monotonous and colorless . Both are correct as it largely depends on our own ready-made or self-made philosophy of life and the way we view or ponder of something .To me, i sometimes am really looking forward for tomorrow if it involves things that we have long awaited for. Thus, so late it came we felt then. But, if it involves exams or anything related to deadlines and etc ..we usually feel it as fast as lightning. That is the fact we hardly ignore .
One thing for sure bound to happen tomorrow that invites anxiety as well as excitement is English paper for SPM. The subject that has never failed to haunt majority of students with the exception of the select few.It as past years put us teacher like a cat on hot bricks so nervous that we end up doing nothing but hoping for divine intervention considering the state of unreadiness of our in-charges. This is what i am feeling now. Only i feel more guilty than worried as i manage to have helped them so little though knowing fully well that they deserve to have better equipped with right weapons should this very teacher put much dedication and creativity in his teaching and learning process. One such irresponsible deed is the fact that only lately which is last a couple of days i managed to go through the whole four poems from which i think i benefited much more than the students from the beauty and gist of the poem. The one i like most is about the searching of Albino buffalo by a grandfather from whom the story was brilliantly relayed in a very thoughtful message that no matter how bad you experience, never let it put you down as what matters most to us is to live life gratefully. Everyone has his or her own sets of problems. The difference is the way we see the problems and deal with them for our self betterment and others' as well. The good news is it shed light about things that i should have never done to next year's batch. I don't think students would forgive me for my out-form performance if they come to acknowledge that. I do hope by jotting this down, it at least helps alleviate my burden of guilt that i have all-this-while been carrying everywhere to and fro.
For me, tomorrow's tomorrow is for real. It help beat my heart faster like never before.It comes in a beautiful package that serves me well to better comprehend what life is actually all about. Past is past and it is no longer in existence. Out of many, the most practical yet rewarding way to appreciate the past is to learn from it and most importantly to put in practice straight away upon graduating from any simple life's lessons.
Sir
Saturday, October 29, 2011
A CLASS ACT FORM AN OLD MAN
Dear students,
Though i am not a die-hard fan of the turtle team, i have so far never missed watching the finals when it involved the turtles, the least via tube at home.Only lately after the qualifying rounds my mind could register the like of Marzuki, Shaari and Manaf who were instrumental in helping Terengganu reaching the most anticipated finale. The turtle in the just concluded game had skills, speed, airy advantages and everything except mental strength and experience like what Nogri possessed with its Shukor Adam ,Misbah, Aidil and not to forget Hairuddin Omar whose brilliant shot put us in a state of disbelief for a few seconds. Don't blame the Setiu guy as the most- sought-after goal was his best revenge to Che Mat Jusoh and his comrades who once rejected Hai O's offer to don black-and-white jersey last a couple of years.No better revenge than success.He proved Che Mat's arrogant side wrong.
Tonite, not only Che Mat but the whole Penyu fanatics had to taste a bitter part of fate that Kelantanese fans tasted a few months back when the Turtles dragged the game to extra time with five seconds to spare before humbling the red warriors with a stunning goal. And seemingly Terengganu paid a hefty price for not learning from others' mistakes. A goal difference is nothing in football lest the final whistle was blown up.They say 'It ain't over till it's over'
I was speechless seeing the goal from Hai O, he deserved admiration or even man of the match for such a superb first timer. The shot if you wish can rival Zidane's best goal ever in history in the champion league final 2002. How wonderful?just ask Pak Cik google.No wonder, according to some friends, Zidane is Hai O's idol.His goal is decisive yet classy,it could not be better. All it took for such an amazing goal is timing and coolness. He has always had both. Hats off to Hai O, don't cry Sarbini. You should have learned the most tonight hopefully. To me, what matters most tonight is Hernandez hit the net again,apart from the Blues being humbled by the Gunners.
Got to 'pen off' as tomorrow is schooling day as usual.Hit the books now or you will have to taste far bitter yet lasting defeat than that of tonight.
Sir
Though i am not a die-hard fan of the turtle team, i have so far never missed watching the finals when it involved the turtles, the least via tube at home.Only lately after the qualifying rounds my mind could register the like of Marzuki, Shaari and Manaf who were instrumental in helping Terengganu reaching the most anticipated finale. The turtle in the just concluded game had skills, speed, airy advantages and everything except mental strength and experience like what Nogri possessed with its Shukor Adam ,Misbah, Aidil and not to forget Hairuddin Omar whose brilliant shot put us in a state of disbelief for a few seconds. Don't blame the Setiu guy as the most- sought-after goal was his best revenge to Che Mat Jusoh and his comrades who once rejected Hai O's offer to don black-and-white jersey last a couple of years.No better revenge than success.He proved Che Mat's arrogant side wrong.
Tonite, not only Che Mat but the whole Penyu fanatics had to taste a bitter part of fate that Kelantanese fans tasted a few months back when the Turtles dragged the game to extra time with five seconds to spare before humbling the red warriors with a stunning goal. And seemingly Terengganu paid a hefty price for not learning from others' mistakes. A goal difference is nothing in football lest the final whistle was blown up.They say 'It ain't over till it's over'
I was speechless seeing the goal from Hai O, he deserved admiration or even man of the match for such a superb first timer. The shot if you wish can rival Zidane's best goal ever in history in the champion league final 2002. How wonderful?just ask Pak Cik google.No wonder, according to some friends, Zidane is Hai O's idol.His goal is decisive yet classy,it could not be better. All it took for such an amazing goal is timing and coolness. He has always had both. Hats off to Hai O, don't cry Sarbini. You should have learned the most tonight hopefully. To me, what matters most tonight is Hernandez hit the net again,apart from the Blues being humbled by the Gunners.
Got to 'pen off' as tomorrow is schooling day as usual.Hit the books now or you will have to taste far bitter yet lasting defeat than that of tonight.
Sir
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