What makes a man ...

Of late, I have been reflecting a lot about the society that I am in. The incident when a parent lost his sanity over an incident involving his child in my classroom, made me feel like going out observing what is actually happening around me, in my small community of the so call international and Islamic. It is not that before this incident took place, I was not aware with the things that are taking place around me, yet being in the small department, which I belong to, it seems to be gruesome that we actually have people who feel that their money and power they own makes them reputable.

I finished class at about 10am on Friday, the only class I have for the day. I made my way to the cafeteria, not forgetting to drop by the patrol on duty. It started off with a simple hi and how are you. Out of nowhere, I blurted the question on how the new batch has been.

Then, one of the patrons started to pour out her views on how some parents have been behaving when dealing with them. From her story, I came to my realization that, the parent who barked non-stop to my authority was not the only case. The patron told that she was once being yelled at by a parent who came to fetch his child. It is her duty to check the students’ whereabouts. It’s not that they are busybody. It is not that they are nosy. They are shouldering their responsibilities. The amanah given to them by the university. This parent was apparently yelling at her questioning the reason of her questioning his child.

I could not help but feel extremely annoyed with this type of imbeciles. They should have been shot to death. The difference between a person and a dog is his aqal, is that difficult to understand? I don’t think so since I think that no one will bite the dog which bites you, would you? Nevertheless, by judging at the situation that the patron and I faced, I just realized that, THERE ARE people like this. People who will bite the dog that bites them ...

What a pity ... when you claim yourself to be educated, knowledgeable, a timeless traveller across the globe, a diner among the rich and famous, walking tall among the ministers yet, you just forget where your brain should be placed! How loathsome to be look upon to! Please, sir, do you mind finding yourself a seat and please find your brain and fix it to the place it should before you start scolding people who you think you can scold and scoff just because you have money and power. Dear sir, we may not have money and power, but we have brain, Alhamdulillah ... hope you find yours soon sir, chai chien!

My Dad is WAYYYYY BETTER than Your Dad! (Part I)

I hardly discuss things with regards to my dad. It's not that am not proud of my dad, but it is merely because my dad doesn't dote on limelight. It is an irony that being a football coach, yet he is very shy. He doesn't fancy publicity. He doesn't hanker for attention. He doesn't angle for publicity, he doesn't have hunger-pang for attention.

My dad is just a family man. To us, my sister and I, our dad is just our dad. We are not TAUGHT to BRAG about him. But what happened to me last week, really made me feel that I SHOULD BRAG about my dad. But, the bragging of my dad, doesn't concern anything to do with who he knows, whose name he can quote, or what post he hold, but BRAGGING about my dad is about me telling the world how proud am I of my dad for making me who I am today with his awe-inspiring doctrines of life.

Question : WHY MY DAD IS BETTER THAN YOUR DAD, huh X?
Answer : It is because of the following ...

My dad is a person who hardly lose his cool. My dad is the coolest guy I've ever met. He would never lose his cool for petty issues such as me being canned in front of the classroom, in front of my classmates because I did not do what my teacher asked. He wouldn't go and harass the teacher involved because my dad BELIEVES in the teachers. He sent us to school so that we become better people.. For that reason, he puts his trust in the teachers in school in making his daughters, O.R.D.I.N.A.R.Y H.U.M.A.N, who can face life on their own when life is harsh, never S.P.O.I.L. B.R.A.T.S. who always go home and talk bad about others for the sake of saving their own moronic, off the wall faces.

On top of that, my dad also will NEVER EVER make use of the rich and famous he knows for the sake of himself or his family. He also would NEVER EVER name drop persona he knows when people blow their trumpets in front of him. He would just smile and walk away. See?? My dad is cool. Hahahaha. He is not easily ticked. He WOULD NOT take actions without giving thorough thoughts of the effects and consequences of his actions to his own face and us, his family members.

The blood that runs through my dad's veins is the blood of a warrior. My late grandfather was only a fisherman. BUT he is the greatest grandpa and greatest man I've ever met. He was a man of fewer than few words! (Can you imagine???) He won't fight people verbally, he won't blow his trumpet hard, he won't threatened, he, per contra, acted on a dime. He would walk up to his foe and drew his parang as answers to challenges and threats instead of telling the whole kampung that he wanted to have a fight with the ones who challenged him. He did not say a word. To me that is A MAN. A person who just barks and keeps barking about things is NOT A MAN. A REAL MAN executes, he doesn't bawl...ACTION IS LOUDER THAN WORDS! (have u heard of this?) So as my dad.

That is where my dad inherited his cool attitude, which later is chalked up by my sister, then myself. As of these points, then I realize that my dad is WAY BETTER than your dad! (shouted to you-know-who, again ... and will definitely do it again and again and again ....)

Ain't it irony?

2010 marked the 7th year of my teaching career. I have done fairly good I would say for my motivation and passion to teach seem to be fluctuating every now and then for so many reasons. Yet, deep down, I really do not see where I should be if I were not a teacher. I do not think I am fit to be any other type of officers for the reasons that my beliefs and principles as well as the ways I look at things insinuated to be against others, most, if not all the time. (LOL, crazy me, ain't i?)

Of late, I received an unpleasant and intimidating email from a parent questioning my act of shooing the child from my tutorial for being irresponsible, intimidating and insulting in my territory. I was not aware where the child actually inherited those qualities until I accidentally read the email sent to me, four days after the incident.

In my eyes, when this parent actually name drop a few big shots in the email, I could not help but wonder, what is this person up to? With the limited knowledge of critical discourse analysis that I have, together with the help of a friend who does better at analyzing and observing, we had a short chat regarding the short email.

In the end, I managed to come to a conclusion that made me feel the urgency to extend my utmost sympathy to this kind of people. Knowing the fact that this person is a nobody, X had just had to come up with something to ensure the email looked extremely glowing that it might blind my eyes. Again, I could not help but smirk, when I went through the email a couple of times. It is such a pathetic idea that someone with kinda strong educational background would have thought to adopt this manner in order to outshine. I am just wondering whether the society really realize that the bigger the shot you know, the smaller you are in terms of importance? Hmm .. when I come to think of this again, I realize, so many people in this world are actually do not know how powerful and how meaningful words can be when they are proportionately weaved semantically.

On top of that, I would also want to ask whether these kind of people know that what makes a man is his attitude, charisma and confidence? Do they realize that the act of name drop symbolizes stupidity, insecurity and impracticality? May be NOT, that's why they are practicing this (a LOL to them!).

To cut matter short, I would just like to express that I do not in anyway entertain this kind of people. Name drop is not atomic bomb drop, so I still am alive and kicking, I may be intimidated, a lot in fact, yet my intelligence will never be insulted by such a small matter. I do not owe them anything anyway!

What a pity!

Daaaa!