Hi! I am back...
So many things happened since the first time I wrote my very first post. Dear all, please accept my apology since I will write most in English eventhough my English could be rated as 2.5/5. Usually I always believe that delivering words in English is the best effort to cover some of my 'rasa segan and malu'... sometimes there are words in BM which is better to be delivered in English... I hope this could not be an issue, I am not placing my mother tounge language at no.2... I am proud that I am a Malay and BM is my mother tounge. Kalau tak percaya check my PMR, SRP and SPM cert, I got A1 in every exams for BM.... Hmmm...
Back to several months before, I have resigned from my favourite job in May 2010 end, teaching in one of establish private college. Of course I missed my teaching life of sharing knowledge. It could not be denied that I missed the smell of classroom and lab. I missed writing on the whiteboard and using LCD (walaupun tak adalah selalu guna pun), missed berleter and consult my students. Luckily, some of my former students and friends there still keep in touch through phone and FB.
Why I quitted? Life is so comfortable there eventhough the pay is considered cukuplah untuk makan pakai, yet to compensate my paper qualification and willingness to walk extra miles. Very near to my house, almost flexible hours (boleh balik masak and basuh baju - dgn kebenaran bos ya, tapi sekali dua je I buat... tak baik...), so apa lagi yang I cari?
Sometimes, being a rational human who always remember that this life is being monitored and rated by the 'ATAS SANA', we need to consider more than the comfort life zone. It is not only about earning pay to survive. It is beyond opportunity, principle and many things. It is about the good and bad, about the merit to be in the place of thereafter. The most crucial is about the survival and continuation of generation in building up the nation - with pride, dignity and of course with human values.
Being someone in the academic line, my very first pure aim is to transfer and share the little knowledge I have (tak adalah banyak mana sangat, since I am still learning and learning...). I would be proud shall my students scored and passed their exams with flying colours. Not only passed their exams with flying colours, but can also transfer and share what they have learned from me to others. I will be more than proud shall my students could applied what they have learned to help people and the nation overall.
Therefore, when I do believe that certain people had violated the principle and guidance, and when I do believe the wrongs have taken the place, and when I could foresee bad things will happen in many-many-many years in future as the result of what we are doing today, and when I saw 'mak ketam ajar anak ketam jalan lurus'... and when I am so weak for not be able to do anything to remedy, I'd better leave...
Why should I have such sentiments? Or being so sentimental about the academic and teaching and human management principle?
Let me start by sharing my school time history... can I?
When I was a student, I could say that I was not a very excellent one. Of course during my primary time at Sek Keb Beranang, I was one of the top. I always scored no.1 in class with best marks in subjects and used to be awarded as the 'Pelajar Cemerlang'.
For some years in a row, I was awarded the title of 'Pelajar Contoh' for being the smart students in few required aspect - academic, self-presentation etc. And my mother will be the one who had represent me on the stage, receiving the present (because every year end, when the 'hari penyampaian hadiah' being held, I surely got sick - chicken pox la, fever la etc).
I remember the year when a new student name Mazrul Hana (I am still looking high and low for her in FB, mana perempuan ni pergi ntah), or we called her Kak Ann enrolled into our school. That was the year I lost the 'Pelajar Contoh' title to her. She was from somewhere Pahang, if I am not mistaken and she was definitely cute and neat. Of course cuter than me (honestly). Eventually she became one of a best friend of mine. Personally I do believe she deserved it lah... Kak Ann where are you now?
My other best friend was Yan (I think her full name kind of Nor Azean Lutfi). Her father was one of the school teacher. If I can remember it correctly, Cikgu Lutfi is one of Discipline Teacher? She was very smart girl and pretty (of course lah kan, anak cikgu). Being a kampung girl, I adored her very much at that time. Unlike Kak Anne who always wore pinafore (but she looked cute in it), Yan wore baju kurung everyday. Such a lovely girl. I am still looking for her high and low jugak dalam FB. Mana semua orang ni pergi pun tak tahu!
I had this friend named Shamsul Kamal, but everyone called her KENIT. Yeah, he was very small in size, I believe he is to date? OK, enough about the friends I love...
When my granny (I called her Wan) passed away at my age of 10, I was then transferred to my parents house. It was a memory I could never be able to erase from my mind. I loved Wan so much I could not tell it by words... and I am proud todate to tell everyone that I was her most belove granddaughter...
-to be continued-
So many things happened since the first time I wrote my very first post. Dear all, please accept my apology since I will write most in English eventhough my English could be rated as 2.5/5. Usually I always believe that delivering words in English is the best effort to cover some of my 'rasa segan and malu'... sometimes there are words in BM which is better to be delivered in English... I hope this could not be an issue, I am not placing my mother tounge language at no.2... I am proud that I am a Malay and BM is my mother tounge. Kalau tak percaya check my PMR, SRP and SPM cert, I got A1 in every exams for BM.... Hmmm...
Back to several months before, I have resigned from my favourite job in May 2010 end, teaching in one of establish private college. Of course I missed my teaching life of sharing knowledge. It could not be denied that I missed the smell of classroom and lab. I missed writing on the whiteboard and using LCD (walaupun tak adalah selalu guna pun), missed berleter and consult my students. Luckily, some of my former students and friends there still keep in touch through phone and FB.
Why I quitted? Life is so comfortable there eventhough the pay is considered cukuplah untuk makan pakai, yet to compensate my paper qualification and willingness to walk extra miles. Very near to my house, almost flexible hours (boleh balik masak and basuh baju - dgn kebenaran bos ya, tapi sekali dua je I buat... tak baik...), so apa lagi yang I cari?
Sometimes, being a rational human who always remember that this life is being monitored and rated by the 'ATAS SANA', we need to consider more than the comfort life zone. It is not only about earning pay to survive. It is beyond opportunity, principle and many things. It is about the good and bad, about the merit to be in the place of thereafter. The most crucial is about the survival and continuation of generation in building up the nation - with pride, dignity and of course with human values.
Being someone in the academic line, my very first pure aim is to transfer and share the little knowledge I have (tak adalah banyak mana sangat, since I am still learning and learning...). I would be proud shall my students scored and passed their exams with flying colours. Not only passed their exams with flying colours, but can also transfer and share what they have learned from me to others. I will be more than proud shall my students could applied what they have learned to help people and the nation overall.
Therefore, when I do believe that certain people had violated the principle and guidance, and when I do believe the wrongs have taken the place, and when I could foresee bad things will happen in many-many-many years in future as the result of what we are doing today, and when I saw 'mak ketam ajar anak ketam jalan lurus'... and when I am so weak for not be able to do anything to remedy, I'd better leave...
Why should I have such sentiments? Or being so sentimental about the academic and teaching and human management principle?
Let me start by sharing my school time history... can I?
When I was a student, I could say that I was not a very excellent one. Of course during my primary time at Sek Keb Beranang, I was one of the top. I always scored no.1 in class with best marks in subjects and used to be awarded as the 'Pelajar Cemerlang'.
For some years in a row, I was awarded the title of 'Pelajar Contoh' for being the smart students in few required aspect - academic, self-presentation etc. And my mother will be the one who had represent me on the stage, receiving the present (because every year end, when the 'hari penyampaian hadiah' being held, I surely got sick - chicken pox la, fever la etc).
I remember the year when a new student name Mazrul Hana (I am still looking high and low for her in FB, mana perempuan ni pergi ntah), or we called her Kak Ann enrolled into our school. That was the year I lost the 'Pelajar Contoh' title to her. She was from somewhere Pahang, if I am not mistaken and she was definitely cute and neat. Of course cuter than me (honestly). Eventually she became one of a best friend of mine. Personally I do believe she deserved it lah... Kak Ann where are you now?
My other best friend was Yan (I think her full name kind of Nor Azean Lutfi). Her father was one of the school teacher. If I can remember it correctly, Cikgu Lutfi is one of Discipline Teacher? She was very smart girl and pretty (of course lah kan, anak cikgu). Being a kampung girl, I adored her very much at that time. Unlike Kak Anne who always wore pinafore (but she looked cute in it), Yan wore baju kurung everyday. Such a lovely girl. I am still looking for her high and low jugak dalam FB. Mana semua orang ni pergi pun tak tahu!
I had this friend named Shamsul Kamal, but everyone called her KENIT. Yeah, he was very small in size, I believe he is to date? OK, enough about the friends I love...
When my granny (I called her Wan) passed away at my age of 10, I was then transferred to my parents house. It was a memory I could never be able to erase from my mind. I loved Wan so much I could not tell it by words... and I am proud todate to tell everyone that I was her most belove granddaughter...
-to be continued-
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