The best teacher

The very primitive methods of learning is learning from nature. My teacher once said "Nature is the best teacher". He said nature provides us very wide classroom, various topics and subjects as well as many things await to be explored. For me nature also provide us with unexplained mystery as well. For example why apes which is nearest species to human can not learn human language?... whatever the answer is, I agree with what my teacher suggested and I would like to add that nature always educates us explicitly as well as implicitly.

Watch this video that tells us we are part of nature. Watch.

How they did that?

This photo was taken few weeks ago by my friend, a friend from the disciplinary committee. He sent me this photo via his ‘bluetoothed’ device (and very proud of it!). That is not the main idea of this post. The important idea is a question, a big question mark. How can this kind of vandalism happen in present day education system? Is this a kind of showing off the sprit of 'Malaysia Boleh'? or an indication of the type of 'Modal Insan' that we are producing? Even though I have no answer to it yet I believe the answer/s should not be in ‘finger-pointing’ point of view. I am still looking for the answer.

Get away for courses

End of October and early weeks of November required me to travel. It was not for leisure but for courses that gave me few knowledge on new MOE's programmes and some administrative inputs. However, it was time for me to have my leisure in the end of the course. The food, the room, the place even though were not 5 stars, they gave me time to get some ideas and plans. Hmm, I call this Cuti-cuti Kursus Malaysia.

Photo: The room at Impiana Resort, Cherating, Pahang

The gift of towering view...

Being a teacher, I am given a towering view since I have to stand in front of the class for every lesson. Therefore anything happened in a class's compound obviously can be seen. The picture below is the thing that I grabbed when one of the students was busy admiring it as it was the more important thing in the world than the lesson of that day. (Click the image for bigger view)

The old but memorable melody

This melody is my favourite one during Ramadhan. When I was little kid, I stayed with my grandparents since my parents had no house. This melody was played by a radio channel (perhaps RTM) before azan. At that time radio was the only entertainment that we had. While the radio was playing this melody, I always looked out of the window to see the sun set. The combination of the melody and the scenery produced very serene and harmonius effect on the surrounding. Hmm... that good old time. Miss my grandpa and his favourite 'bubur kacang' and 'strawberry jam bread'.

To listen to the song from its original singer Fairuz, click here

The Ramadhan

To all muslims, may this Ramadhan full of blessings for all of us.

A friend of mine

There's a guy, named Fahmi, a friend of mine. He requested to put his Merdeka Day thought in this blog. I invited him to be one of the contributors but he was reluctant to be one. So Fahmi.... Behold! ye request is answered!

What Merdeka means to me.... by Fahmi Mohd Fadzillah

The 31st of August 2007 marks the 50th anniversary of our nation's independence. It is the day we as Malaysians remember the struggles of our forefathers to give us the gift of freedom. Throughout the country, people congregate and wait for the stroke of midnight to shout the magic word "Merdeka!" as we celebrate our freedom. What is freedom? Freedom means a lot of different things to different people. Some see it as their right and others perceive it as their privilege. If freedom is a right, therefore everybody deserves to have. However, do thieves, murderers and rapists deserve freedom? Some of this "humans" don't deserve even life. Therefore this means freedom is not a right because not everybody deserves it. If it is not a right, is it a privilege? If it is a privilege, only a select few can have it. Would freedom still be what it is if it is only enjoyed by certain people? To me freedom is neither a right nor a privilege. Freedom is a responsibility. It is a responsibility to choose what is right and what is wrong. To have freedom means to have the moral obligation to decide to do the right thing. This is a big responsibility. That is why during the early years leading to our independence, there were people among Malaysians who were sceptical about whether we can achieve Merdeka. They may have had many reasons. Perhaps some of them were afraid. To some people, it is easier to do what they are told to do than to figure out what to do by themselves. These are people whose minds and souls are still not independent. They do not have the courage to decide what is right for themselves, their family, their people and their country. Our forefathers fought for independence not just for us to live free. They fought for independence so that we can decide the future of our people. What they have done is to give us the responsibility to determine our destiny and not let a bunch of invading colonials dictate our lives. To honour their sacrifice, we the people of Malaysia, regardless of culture or religion, should always have the courage to take hold of this responsibility that they have fought so hard to get. Whether we achieve greatness or fall in our stride, we must have the responsibility to do it as one people, Malaysians. Even if we stumble along the way, it is our responsibility to pick ourselves up and keep our heads held up high as one people, Malaysians. That is our responsibility. That is what freedoms means to me. That is what Merdeka means to me.