Thursday, December 6, 2012

CHOP SUEY


So, we have a few people who think they are so self-righteous so they tend to rub it in on everybody’s faces. They think they are right and the world got to bow down to their feet just because they think they know more and they are right. They think the way they do things and they way they think are the correct way that they want to delve into other people’s business and imply what they believe might be true in other people’s lives. And these people don’t take criticism too kindly. In fact the only people that should be doing the criticizing is them; the self-righteous people. But if other people turn the table around and start to give them a taste of their own medicine, they flipped out and started to lose their shit.

The thing is, all of us have our own opinion and the way we think is different and if it is the same, it has to be a communist country. We are different but that does not mean we have to instil our differences into each other’s lives. What good would be to be at each other’s throats for things that are so immature to be fought about in the first place?

I value people’s differences. In fact if you tell me that, “Hey, don’t be friends with him. He’s an ugly motherfucker with a bad case of leper”, I would still have to look for myself and be friends with that ugly motherfucker without having a second opinion about him. By the way, the word motherfucker has been thrown around a lot, Oedipus must be proud!

Well, getting back to the topic. I admit sometimes criticism, baseless criticism is stupid and just plain abusive. For instance, if your mom asked you for your opinion on a dress she was trying, you should not say, “Mom, your face is ugly that not even a ten thousand dollar dress could cure that.” That is just plain stupid and only imbeciles would do that. Structural criticism, on the other hand, requires tact. Tact which is a fact that not many people have or even if they have it, it would require pragmatic competence to use it well.

Now, with the advent of social networking where everybody has an opinion, it is getting incredibly hard to be courteous. Everybody could say something and someone, somewhere would take it the wrong way even though that was not the intended meaning of the person responsible of posting or tweeting the status in the first place. Or that person could have been aiming at someone or something but didn’t mention the name of that person or that place. So, when people accuse this person of slandering that someone or something, he or she can just brush off the accusation, saying that he or she did not claim to whom or what the comment or tweet was intended to. So clever, eh?

The point is, I think we should be responsible for what we said, posted, commented, tweeted, reposted or whatever technical term associated with social networkings. I knew this and learned this the hard way when some of my blog post created a stir back in college that I had to shut my previous blog. I also learned it the hard way when one of my course mates defamed me in his blog. Nobody liked it if they are mentioned in a bad way on the internet. Because that shit stays on. Even if you delete it, it still could be retrieved. That’s why before I want to write the shit out of something, I wait it out for a couple of days. If it still lingers on my mind, that means it is worth mentioning about. If I have forgotten about it within that couple of days, then good riddance.

In life, we meet people that just annoy us for no reason. There are things that don’t sit well with us. But that does not give you an excuse to bitch about it and rant about it so that the whole world could see how moral conscious you are about these ‘issues’. Don’t pretend that you were holier than thou all the goddamn time. That shit gets cold after a while.

The bottom line is, what seems good to you might not be good to others. Stop shoving things down people’s throats. Just agree to disagree and accept people for they are.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

REASON

Back during my first degree, I was on the borderline of losing my mind. From the deep pit of loneliness and depression that I was feeling on a daily basis. I almost lost hope and started to think of ways to just end it all. Not a single day went by when I didn't think about it.

But the academic side of things helped me to fill up my life, albeit the stacks of notes and ridiculously expensive and thick books on methodologies and what not; these things kept me sane and company. If it wasn't for the depression and feeling of extreme hopelessness and betrayal that I were experiencing from the people that I loved the most, I don't think I could have gotten a first class degree.

God is fair. He made me fat and I felt unwanted every single second but He gave me an operable brain to fathom all these tertiary education theories and He also provided me with endless idea of what to write, both academically and creatively. He made me lonely with nobody to call my soul mate or whatever the shit people call their significant others nowadays, but He gave me an interest and passion in study to keep me focused to achieve my fullest potential. Before this, He disappointed me when I was put in a God forsaken place to study, 12 hours from home to teach me the importance of family and now He made sure I stay insane by posting me back to my hometown so that I have my family to keep a constant eye to me to make sure I don't do anything stupid ever again.

I don't think I can be a thick-skinned person if it weren't for the lowest and shittiest period in my life during my first degree. I gave my all to someone who treated me like I'm a doormat. Like I was invisible. Like I was a second choice. Good thing, God steered me away from that snake. I did some pretty messed up things when I was treated non-human like back then. But God saved me and He put me away from harm. I could have thrown my life away for something futile but He knew what was best for me and with His power, I graduated and became a teacher (despite being extremely introvert at school).

Right now, I believe everything happens for a reason. When we're in the dump and feel like killing somebody or ourselves, we can't see through the lies and deceit that we believe in to ease the pain and frustration that we're feeling. After a few years, now I am fully healed and I still get to maintain who I really am despite being hated by a few and loved by more. The thing is, I just could not fake myself to be engulfed in these pretense and temporary situations that some people can master perfectly when the chance arises. I am not an opportunist and a manipulator as I already knew how badly it hurts when people that you thought could be depended upon ended up stabbing you repeatedly until you lost count. but you still hung on, hoping that your sacrifices and acceptance would be acknowledged but hell no, in the end they just threw you away without any reason and good bye.

I'm terrified to feel those beyond horrible feelings that I felt back then. To not wake up and just curl up and never open your eyes and deal with the idiosyncrasies of the world. That's why I try to make myself busy with work, a second degree (this too will come to an end and I would have to find another activity to do on the weekends, music lessons perhaps?) and blogging or just writing pieces of poems and short stories here and there. Just something to do so that I would not be thinking of things that I have no control upon. I used to feel helpless on things that I did not want to do but I have to do. But now, I calm down a bit, as whatever meant to happen, will happen. Regardless you're ready or not, whether you like it or hate it. However, I still have some anger issues but it is under control. I don't have the urge to hurt myself or throw things around anymore. But I still curses on a daily basis. And although I'm wearing the hijab, and it is very uncharacteristic of me to swear, I couldn't help it. I think it is a lot better to let it out than to keep it bottled up and explode one day. Trust me, I know how that felt like. And it wasn't rosy either.

The only thing that is left for me is to remain this way. And be happy although my heart is still not fixable to this very day. I try to make the people around me happy. When they're happy, then hopefully their happiness oozes itself to me. Though it is not much, but it is enough to get by.

I saw happy people posting happy messages around me. I know I would not be as happy as they could be. I  don't hope for things. I have fear of getting hurt. I don't count on other people. Because the last time I did, I was the one who ended up with nothing.

I don't know if I ever getting married. I don't know if I ever have my own family. Every time my mom picks up kids' clothes at the supermarket, my heart sinks a little bit lower. Because I don't think any man could tolerate who I am and can accept me for my past, present, let alone the future.

But alas, everything happens for a reason. If only the people around me believe in that too.

Monday, November 19, 2012

A VALUABLE PIECE OF PAPER

So the other day, I posted a status on my FB, informing to whomever it may concern about a post-grad programme in the area of KB.

It is under a university in the southern state, but the lecturers will come to Kb every weekend to conduct class at the only university in the area of KB.

Apparently, the university needed another 5 students to be able to open up a class here in KB. As of last week, they only had 20 students.

The post only got one comment. And that is from a course mate of mine who is now in Sabah. She seemed interested to further her studies as well and asked for the phone number of the course coordinator. Aside from her, nada nothing zip.

I don't blame others for not wanting to further their education. People have different priorities and they ranked education not in the first place like me. Or maybe they do, but there are so many challenges that come with furthering your study that some of them just forget about the idea altogether.

I heard from my junior who is teaching in an MRSM somehere in the neighbouring state that even her weekend is packed. She worked (according to her) 24 hours a day. I think she is also the warden there. So, basically, her time is full with the school which is also her second home.

Lucky me, I got a principal who understand my ambition to have a Masters degree. She tolerated my absence (with reason) for not coming to extra class for English during the weekends. I'm also lucky to be living with my parents who always encourage us (my brother and I) to study for as long as we're still breathing. My parents always tell us they have nothing to give us, materialistically, only knowledge that we have can save us and can keep a roof under our heads and food in our mouths.

I believe it is also a blessing in disguise that I am still single, so I don't have husband or children at home waiting for their mom's home-cooked meals during the weekends. Because truth be told, if I were a man and my wife has her weekend full with class and assignments and presentation as well as final assessments, leaving no space for family affairs, I'll be pretty pissed off too.

And truth be told, although sometimes my eyes popped a couple of blood vessels and migraines continously come and go like a forsaken lover, I still slap myself and say to myself, "Suck it up, bitch!" and take every assignments, presentations and test in between school work, even during the holiday, what's with PMR and SPM marking and the jitters of teaching Form 3 and Form 5 like a boss!

This is the choice that I made and I will continue with it until I get that valuable piece of paper. Although to pursue a second degree affect nothing in terms of my profession (I'm not pursuing a second degree in order to be confirmed as a 'lecturer' like UiTM 'tutors' in the same course as me) and no particular monetary gain is acquired (my salary will not be affected with a second degree), still my love for knowledge compelled me to pay RM 1800 every semester for 6 semesters in order to get that piece of paper with my name and my achievement on it.

Some people might say it is a waste of time, as with my first degree, I could directly pursue a PhD, yet I believe rather than waiting for 5 years after my contract is void (I was a government scholar so I have to work with the government for 5 years or I'll have to pay RM 180 000 to redeem my scholarship) to study full-time, I better start with small steps first instead of taking a giant leap. And with pursuing a second degree, my weekends are filled with beneficial activities (going to class, listen to boring lecture, waiting for people to have a break for one hour while you sit there with a glassy look in your eyes because you-are-so-bored-you-could-die, chit-chat and shit like that). I just could not sit still and let the times passes by (actually I can, I once watch a marathon of Steven Spielberg's movies for 6 hours straight) without doing something.

And truth be told, if I don't get my ass up and do something, I will think of all sorts of weird shits that I'm not supposed to be thinking of. And then, I'll put myself in a bad mood for thinking the shits that I'm not supposed to be thinking of in the first place. I think of all the people that have hurt me and how it would be nice to see them suffer the humiliation and sorrow that I have to go through, but that is a different story and you might not want to read about it here.

So, there you have it, why I sacrificed my weekend to get a second degree. Hey, everybody has to have something that will make them worthy. For some people, they got married. Then, have babies. That is their achievement in life. And I respect that. As for me, since nobody wants my fat ass let alone my charming personality, I resort to books and journals and thesis statements and linguistics evidence to support my essay writing. I guess what I am saying is, do whatever makes you feel worthy. But sometimes, it is sad to see my intelligent friends not wanting to share and spread that intelligence. Because I know these people have what it takes to mentally and physically answer the challenge of getting a second degree. But again, to each his or her own.

Monday, November 12, 2012

H20

Why the double standard?

Just because I cover my hair so I cannot say something bad?

I'm sick of people judging people based on their personality and their appearance.

Grow up. People are different because if we were all the same, we might as well not be called human. People are different because they just are. Why would you want to question people on their choices in life or why do you like to judge people based in what they did in the past instead of enjoying their company in the present?

It's not like you are free and virgin from any mistakes whatsoever.

Everybody makes mistakes. Live and learn to ignore it. Unless that mistakes cause you great pain or unbearable shame, learn to let go and accept people for what they are.

If that person does not cater to your holy standards, then just shut your mouth and move on. Do not expect people to change or do not try to change their perception. Cut those people some slack. They have been believing their way is the right way for their whole life. It is not easy to just change that in an instant. The easiest way is to accept people for their quirkiness as do not expect them to be just like you, to like things that you find should be liked or to hate things that you find repulsive.

I'm not trying to be Miss Potty Mouth but people swear once in a while. For some people, more than others. But then again, you don't know their pain. You have no right to judge them by your standards. The least you could do is advise them and hope they change for the better, not hope for the worst to happen to them. I might be say fuck once in a while but you don't know that I just said that to align to my tough exterior while the truth is I cry every night before I sleep because nobody likes me and every time, I end up being alone no matter how hard I try not to be alone. People make promises after promises and in the end, I end up being the idiot while other people find someone new and move on and live a great life.

You don't know what I have to go through so do not ever try to tell me how I should live my life. I never tell you what you should do with your life so stay off mine.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

COME AND GET ME

So while I was at SMKPE for the assembly thingy, I received an SMS from my fellow JUK (facilitator) who was also in the same position like I am; have to mark both PMR and SPM, while being facilitator for that iThink thingy.

The meeting, after countless meetings which caused a hole in my pocket, we have to travel to various districts in Kelantan except my own to attend this half morning meeting, 'discussing' things before the actual course which will be conducted in two phases; the first phase 19-22 (which I cannot possibly attend since I will have PMR meeting on 19 and 20, SPM from 21-23, and on the 23, I need to present my final assignment for my MA programme) and the second phase 26-29 in Terengganu.

The teachers from my school already received the call letter today but no letter for the JUK. My, isn't that supposed to make us feel special.

When they wanted us to go for the initial course to train us into being JUK, they called, SMSed and e-mailed us, pestering us to go there. I had to sacrifice one week of my holiday time to attend the course. There, all of the teachers who were trained to be JUK were monitored by them like hawks in the sky; they even know I went out on one particular night to meet up with my friend while I was there. They, on the other hand, escaped most of the time, tagged team as if person A and B showed up on Monday while C and D escaped, A and B would not be present on Tuesday, C and D would take their place and signed the attendance for them. Is that integrity to you?

Yesterday was the last meeting before the actual course is carried out. And yesterday was also the last day for the PMR meeting. So, understandably, the other JUK and me were not able to be present. So, I heard from the other JUK that they are pissed at that fact, and even more pissed due to the fact that we won't be able to attend the first phase on 19-22 since that particular week is the same week for final meeting for PMR and first meeting for SPM.

Now, what made me pissed was the fact that when I received the letter for PMR meeting and SPM meeting, like a month ago, I quickly called them, twice and SMS them, but they did not pick up my calls or reply to my SMS. So, why the fuck would they be pissed when I have already informed them like a month ago about the clash of the dates and my inability to be present at that particular dates for both the meeting and the actual course (phase one). So, when they want us to do something, they would call, SMS and e-mail us. But when we have problem , they just ignore us and make their own assumptions. Such a nice and profitable agreement on their part.

By marking PMR and SPM, I would probably be getting more than two thousand RM for both tasks. And that money can be used to pay off my MA fees, my car insurance and other bills. Why would I be stupid enough to let go of both jobs for the sake of being an unpaid JUK? What do I get out of being JUK? I have to spend my own money to go for meetings at the other end of the world as opposed to where I'm living in. I have to do extra paper works and give short course to other teachers in my district for free. And I have to put up with reporting back to them of what I have done in school. I get nothing out of it. Nothing.

The truth is, that SMS that I received totally spoiled my mood or else I would have put in some nice words about iThink and would  most probably upload the picture of the iThink booth and the video of TPM mentioning higher order thinking skills in his speech at the GM1M thingy this morning. I can be an agent of information and can use the Internet to spread good news about iThink and how it can help to foster critical thinking skills to students. But that SMS and how they treated me just put me off my mood to even talk or mention about iThink in my blog or in my Facebook account.

What I'm asking is not to be treated like such an important person. But just to be treated humanely and with respect. We are all adults. Why would you act like such a kid? Why you are being such a jerk and ignore people's problems when they ask you for help? And they ignored us and we made our decisions, they have the nerve to be mad at us. Now they are panicking as they will lose two JUKs for the first phase. Why do we to do all the job, facilitating and shit when they were also present during the training course back in KL?
This is one of the reasons why many teachers are fed up and bored with the teaching profession. Not so much on the teaching part but because of the bureaucracy craps. We are passionate about what we do but these little things just give you away, making you hate what you do.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

FIRDAUS


So today is the 111/9 English paper. All those night classes, staying back after school until 6 in the late afternoon and running and catching students to get into morning classes finally ended today.

While I was at PKG Cherang Ruku, attending the meeting for PMR paper marking, one of the teachers at my school called me to ask a strange question. Apparently, one of the students from my 5MPV class was still not present at 8.10 a.m. albeit English 1119/1 (essay writing) had begun at 8 a.m.

The strange question was “Is this kid a student who always fail in the English paper (for monthly tests) or is he one of the targeted passing students?”

What made me wonder is why that question is asked?

Is there some sort of double standard between the Target A students and failing students?

Hell yeah, there is!

If the student who was late this morning is one of the Target A students, betcha not one, two or three teachers would be scrambling away to call the students, the parents or even to the extent of getting the home address and fetching the student to the school and lay out the red carpet for that student to walk on.

But since this is one of the MPV students, nobody gives a shit. At least the shit given was not much.

I must admit that there are some kids that I just want to spit on their faces. Or maybe karate chop on their heads.

But again, these students deserve equal opportunity at being successful. Getting out of where they have been stuck in for like the rest of their life. SPM is it.

It’s a ticket to a world that is just waiting to be explored.

What would it make us if we differentiate students based on how many marks they get in the exam. Sure, I get pissed at those shit heads who won’t just quit talking when I am straining every inch of my limited vocal range, explaining stuff in the classroom. But to deny these kids the chance to sit in the exam? That is just plain evil. And wrong.

I’m not the most morale person you would ever have the chance to meet, but then again as bad as I am, there is still compassion and humanity left in me. Or maybe I’m just over-thinking and over-analyzing that question. Maybe the teacher who called me did not intent what I was thinking of at that point of time.

Well, back to the late kid. It turned out his motorcycle ran out of gas and he had to walk the bike all the way to the petrol station and that took him 50 minutes. He arrived at 9 a.m. and only had 45 minutes to answer two essay questions. I heard his eyes were watery due to what happen. What pained me was he’s a good kid. Quiet and never disrespect me as his English teacher. So, if it were some shithead, I will not feel anything? I would still feel something but I would also think that it was God’s retribution for him. But in this late kid’s case, I guess it was just God’s way of testing him. May he will be rewarded handsomely for his patience and perseverance. Still coming to school despite being tired after walking the bike for 50 minutes.

I’m not going to talk about his parents, why they did not do something to prevent that misfortune from happening. I guess they got a good goddamn reason for letting their son who is an SPM candidate to drag that motorcycle all the way to the petrol station. They must have their own excuse for letting that kind of incident happening.

The bottom line is, sometimes, bad things happen to good people. Hopefully, in around 5 months time, he will be receiving a very good reward for what he had to endure today.


Monday, November 5, 2012

NOSEBLEED


I had a nosebleed today.


Blame it on working 12 hours straight, discussing PMR papers and judging how many marks should be allocated for each script like Paula, Simon and Randy (that’s the last American Idol season that I watched so I have no inkling as to who are the new judges now, plus I don’t have Astro at home).

 When I told my mom who was intently watching this Malay bullshit drama on Tv3, she said “Panas kepala la tu.” And continue watching the stupid ass actors and actresses in this unbelievable and plastic storyline of a drama. Mom, I never had a nosebleed before! This shit it serious!

Before I got back home, I made a detour to my course mate’s house. She got the note from last class which I escaped and got home early because the lecturer was as interesting as watching a rock. It’s better I taught English to some hormonal i-don’t-give-a-shit-about-my-future kids who sat for SPM, starting today. English 111/9 paper is tomorrow. I prayed to God they would remember to replace the pronoun properly for the reading comprehension as well as the essay writing. Just don’t let them fail and ruin their chances of getting out of where they are now and venture into the outside world.

When I got to my course mate’s house, she told me that us, young teachers have to go to a school on Thursday for some sort of gathering. Failure to do so will result in getting disciplinary act. Since when teaching and learning involve supporting political parties and action can be taken to reprimand those who fail to show up because they got million other things to do at school on the last day. For instance, closing the class register, checking the stock for next year supply of Nilam record books, completing the teaching record book, getting signature to certify tasks completed, passing up important forms and million other things to do like what I said earlier. Seriously, if they want to get the support of us, young people who made up the majority of the votes, they should not hace forced us to go and pretend like we enjoy being there. Because the truth is, we don’t. Not one bit. How can my showing up there, imply that I’m loyal to the country and patriotic enough to leave my designated day job to waste time just to satisfy the statistics needed to make it look like that particular party has so many support in the state they are dying to take over again?

Don’t get me wrong. I still don’t like the ruling party now. There’s nothing being done after more than 20 years they are in office (and it’s likely that they will rule for the next 5 years if coercion remains the modus operandi of the other party to gain support). If my parents weren’t permanently staying here, I would have moved somewhere else. Moreover, I was schooled in a public institution, was a government scholar and now a government servant. It’ll be pretty dang stupid and ignorant if support none other than our Malaysian government. In addition, in my humble opinion,  other people who took the RM500 and RM100 for every kid they got in school, plus KWAPM and Ekasih and all sorts of other financial help are indeed morons who are ungrateful enough to bite the hands that feed them by supporting another party that brings nothing to the state they are governing.

Sorry for my foul language but indeed, some people need a giant hammer to knock on their heads to wake them up.

Nevertheless, any event this big should take into account the majority and their troubles to be present. We’re not complaining but as least have some compassion and show some understanding to our predicament. It’s not that we don’t care, but patriotism and being grateful can be shown in a lot other ways. In fact, at times, for people who don’t wear their hearts on their sleeves, these notions of loyalty and gratefulness are shown only through their hard work and never ending sacrifices. For instance, giving after class tuition and night class, coming to school on holidays for both administrative and academic-related tasks, sacrificing leisure time to mark PMR and SPM papers, spending your own time and money to go for courses, dirtying your car to send students to and fro for things that sometimes are not even your responsibility but just because you live near the place the students were supposed to go to, people ask you to help them send these kids who don’t even thank you for carrying their bitch-asses there and spending time, even longer than necessary to do unnecessary stuff that would not benefit you professionally nor intellectually. It’s hard when you work with people because people can physically and emotionally hurt you, can answer back to you, can be pains in the ass for you and they can look you in the eye and pretend to be nice while in fact they are botching about you behind your back and lie to your face about it.

I hate my life. I hate my face. I hate my body. I hate seeing myself in the mirror. I hate being born.