Tertarik dengan satu posting oleh OpEd . Saya kongsikan di sini [dengan izin tuanpunya]. Saya selalu membaca pendapat OpEd kerana saya rasa OpEd beri pendapat bersandarkan fakta bukan emosi semata. Disertakan juga respon beliau kepada komen saya.
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Ekonomi Malaysia terus kukuh. Pujilah sikit!
Untuk Suku Pertama (Januari 1 hingga Mac 31), kuat sungguh ekonomi Malaysia = berkembang 10.1 peratus.
Suku Kedua ekonomi berkembang 8.9 peratus, kerajaan kata petang tadi. Slow sikit tapi tetap kuat.
Kebesaran dan kekuatan ekonomi diukur dengan menggunakan apa yang omputeh kata GDP, atau Utusan dan BH kata KDNK. Apa benda tu 'bang?
GDP = gross domestic product.
KDNK = keluaran kasar dalam negara.
Cakap mudah: pendapatan negara. Jika semua barangan yang dibuat di Malaysia, dan semua perkhidmatan di Malaysia diukur dengan matawang.
Dan dicampur dengan jumlah perdagangan/penjualan sektor pembinaan (KLCC Property Holdings, Gamuda) dan pertanian (Felda dan Sime Darby). Jumlahnya RMxx juta.
Di sana pula, syarikat Dell pasang komputer dan Zaitun keluarkan syampu berjumlah RMxx juta.
Dalam sektor perkhidmatan pula, Hotel Mandarin, Pos Malaysia dan Pelabuhan Klang sediakan bilik penginapan, pos surat dan kotak, manakala kapal masuk port kena bayar 'berthing fees'. Jumlahnya RMxx juta.
Jumlah ini semua dicampur oleh kerajaan dan menjadi KDNK atau GDP.
(Maaf, tapi Makcik Mah jual goreng pisang, Pakcik Man jual ayam percik di bazaar Ramadan Melawati, serta khidmat Kak Piah urut kaki di Carrefour tak dikira sebab terlalu kecil dan business tak berdaftar dengan kerajaan. Dan, ahem, tak bayar cukai pun!).
KDNK ni dibilang sebulan sekali apabila industri (Ikea, Carlsberg, Scomi, Proton dan Nokia) dan syarikat perkhidmatan (KFC, Bursa Saham Malaysia, Kontena Nasional, Suria KLCC, Firefly dan AirAsia, Genting Resorts World, Hospital Pantai) melaporkan jumlah dagangan dan penjualan mereka kepada Jabatan Statistik, Bank Negara, kementerian-kementerian.
Dan jumlah sesuatu period itu (bulanan, suku tahun atau tahunan) dibandingkan dengan period yang sama di tahun lalu - di situlah kita dapat peratusan sama ada ekonomi telah berkembang atau menguncup.
Jumlah KDNK Malaysia tahun lalu dianggarkan US$378.9 billion (RM1,300 billion) = iaitu jumlah dagangan/penjualan industri dan sektor perkhidmatan setelah dicampur.
Tahun lalu, ekonomi menguncup 2.8 peratus.
Untuk seluruh tahun ini, 2010, KDNK akan berkembang "lebih tinggi dari 6 peratus", kata Bank Negara!!!
Dan berita baik lagi, yang apabila saya baca, saya gembira tadi:
-Sektor perkilangan (manufacturing) berkembang kuat! naik 15.9 peratus, menunjukkan export terus kuat.
-Sektor perkhidmatan (services) naik 7.3 peratus.
-Sektor pembinaan (construction) 4.1 peratus.
-Sektor pertanian (agriculture) berkembang 2.4 peratus.
Satu perbandingan untuk tahun ini (saya membantu menyunting laporan dari buro-buro akhbar kami tadi):
Jangkaan KDNK 2010,
- Indonesia = 6 peratus.
- Thailand = 7 peratus.
- India = 9.1 peratus.
- Singapork = 13-15 peratus.
Harapan besar saya ialah apabila pembangkang menilai angka-angka ekonomi Malaysia ini, mereka tidak akan terus mengecam dan memaki hamun.
Sekali-kali, jadilah pembangkang yang memberi harapan kepada rakyat: ekonomi Malaysia ni baik. Memang ada banyak lagi boleh diperbaiki, tapi kita bersyukur bersama bahawa kita terus sihat di masa ekonomi negara Eropah seperti Greece, Portugal, Spain dan Italy lemah. Dan ekonomi US pun mungkin terus lemah.
Penat rasanya jika apa yang akan kita dengar ialah maki hamun saja.
Jika tak mahu, tak payah puji kerajaan Najib pun. Sebab tidak semua yang berlaku - seperti eksport terus kukuh, atau orang lebih kerap makan di KFC, atau tourist masuk hotel - kerja kerajaan secara langsung pun.
Tapi jika sekali-sekala semua bersatu padu, dapat sejukkan hati rakyat akan masa depan negara. Dan memberi kebanggaan kepada semua.
Ini komen saya
koolmokcikZ said...
Salaam,
Terima kasih atas angka angka yang tuan sertakan.
bagaimanapun, tidak kah mungkin angka angka tu semua disumbangkan oleh P Pinang, Selangor, Kedah dan Kelantan sahaja?
takut lembu punya susu sapi punya nama pulak.
minta izin nak salin posting ni ke blog saya
19 August 2010 01:05
Ini respon dari OpEd
remgold said...
koolmokcikZ,
meet Pak Chic = saya! hahaha.
atau kadang saya email orang panggil diri saya Pak Chick (bapa ayam?).
nak pinjam isi posting letak kat mana pun ok lah. blog postings are public electronic diaries. asal ada link dan mention source okay ler.
mokcikZ and Anon 03:23,
Selangor, Penang, Johor, Perak di tempat 1,2,3 dan 4 dlm menyumbang kpd ekonomi msia. iaitu ekonomi negeri2 terbesar (tapi mungkin Perak No.3, Johor No.4?).
nanti Pak Chic carikan pecahan data dari website Bank Negara, Dept of Stats, MITI atau FinMin - dah lama tak cari data ni, lupa kat mana ada.
nota tambahan: Port Klang di Selangor pelabuhan No1 di msia, diikuti pelabuhan Penang No.3, selepas Port of Tanjung Pelepas di Johor. jadi tentunya banyak business kat sini, tapi apa yg diimport dibawa ke seluruh msia pun.
harap janganlah digunakan data utk terus berpecah nak kata bahawa negeri pakatan menyumbang lebih dari negeri bn. sampai pagi tak habis gaduh nanti. setakat nak info ok lah, memang tak boleh disembunyikan pun data.
kita tak dengar pun ada orang kata negeri Republican (republican states) menyumbang lebih besar dari negeri Democrat di US, atau ekonomi provinsi di bawah Golkar atau PDI-P lebih baik dari provinsi Partai Demokrat (parti presiden Indonesia) di Indonesia.
kalau saya nak defend bn: sebab Selangor dan Penang popular dgn pelabur kini ialah kerana kerajaan bn-umno yg menjadikan petaling jaya tempat kilang2 didirikan. dan penang dijadikan silicon valley of msia oleh kerajaan bn-gerakan.
dan konsep silicon valley ini dikembangkan oleh dr mahathir dulu di kulim (kedah), kerana beliau orang kedah. banyak syarikat teknologi di kulim kini kerana dekat dgn penang port - kulim ni banyak tanah orang melayu.
kilang proton dibuat oleh kerajaan bn-umno di selatan perak (tg malim) dan kilang perodua di utara selangor (serendah) nak majukan kawasan2 di situ - ramai orang melayu juga. pembangunan pesat kerana kilang2 ni kat situ, terima kasih kpd bn-umno.
kalau saya nak defend bn lagi saya kata: lembu buat susu, sapi dah kebas nama.
eh wah, pandai saya lagakan orang.
let's not get provincial about these things, kata omputeh, but look at the Big Picture for the beloved country.
the economy is doing well, tx to everybody incl all of us whether we go into macdonalds nak makan, masuk hospital kena denggi atau terbang dgn firefly ke penang nak masuk hotel berholiday selepas penat kerja di kilang di pj.
19 August 2010 05:59
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Malaysia oh Malaysia
Reading this article on the Star today really made my blood raced upstairs. It reminds me very much of my earlier thoughts [here]about Malaysian indians working on privately owned estates [mostly by Chinese towkays] who claimed being marginalised by the government. The towkays happily count their untung juta juta [profits] while they pay the lowest money to the workers and and spent even less money on the workers' welfare and yet the government is blamed for their dire state.
And here we have foreigners protesting the poor treatment they are getting from their employers while the employers are again counting their untung juta juta. I bet the politicians will not let this opportunity to rap the government go unnoticed.
The Indonesian government is demanding that their maids be paid RM800 monthly. I wouldn't be surprised if the governments of all the foreign workers who ran riot here would blame Malaysian government for the low wages their workers are getting and lack of health facilities on the factory compound.
It is sad to know that some Malaysians really believed that government is practically giving money to all the Malays [here]. Money gotten from the tax THEY purportedly paid.
Haihhhhh ....
And here we have foreigners protesting the poor treatment they are getting from their employers while the employers are again counting their untung juta juta. I bet the politicians will not let this opportunity to rap the government go unnoticed.
The Indonesian government is demanding that their maids be paid RM800 monthly. I wouldn't be surprised if the governments of all the foreign workers who ran riot here would blame Malaysian government for the low wages their workers are getting and lack of health facilities on the factory compound.
It is sad to know that some Malaysians really believed that government is practically giving money to all the Malays [here]. Money gotten from the tax THEY purportedly paid.
Haihhhhh ....
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Ramadhan AlMubarak 1431H
Marhaban ya Ramadhan
Ramadhan
di mana nafas kita menjadi tasbih,
tidur kita menjadi ibadah,
dan do'a kita di ijabah
Kepada semua sahabat
jauh dan dekat
Sepuluh jari ku susun
ampun maaf ku pohon
atas keterlanjuran kata
perbuatan yang menyinggung rasa
salah silap segala.
Taqqobalahu Minna Waminkum,
Taqoballahu Ya Karim,
Marhaban Ya Ramadhan
Allaahumma baariklanaa fi Sya'ban
wa ballighnaa Ramadhan
Amin
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Baung Bawah Bangkar
Baru lepas menonton Galeri Nasional TV 1. Pasal jalan darat dari Kuching ke Miri yang sebelum ini dikatakan sangat teruk laluannya.
Wartawan GN melalui satu bulatan di Sibu - Bulatan RTM. Sakitnya mata dan terbakar perasaan bila nampak tulisan cina di bawah tulisan rumi. Seolah dua bahasa tu sama taraf. Biadab sungguh siapa yang buat kerja tu. Mana perginya pejuang bahasa Melayu yang terlentang tertiarap menolak bahasa Inggeris dalam pengajaran Sains dan Matematik?
Teringat isu papan tanda ni sebaik pihak pembangkang menang di 5 negeri dalam PRU 12 2008. Berebut rebut ahli parlimen pembangkang memacak papan tanda jalan sebab ramai cina kat Malaysia nih sesat barat bila berjalan jalan di KL dan bandar bandar besar lain di Malaysia sebab deme nih tak reti membaca atau bercakap dalam bahasa Melayu.
Celake!
Wartawan GN melalui satu bulatan di Sibu - Bulatan RTM. Sakitnya mata dan terbakar perasaan bila nampak tulisan cina di bawah tulisan rumi. Seolah dua bahasa tu sama taraf. Biadab sungguh siapa yang buat kerja tu. Mana perginya pejuang bahasa Melayu yang terlentang tertiarap menolak bahasa Inggeris dalam pengajaran Sains dan Matematik?
Teringat isu papan tanda ni sebaik pihak pembangkang menang di 5 negeri dalam PRU 12 2008. Berebut rebut ahli parlimen pembangkang memacak papan tanda jalan sebab ramai cina kat Malaysia nih sesat barat bila berjalan jalan di KL dan bandar bandar besar lain di Malaysia sebab deme nih tak reti membaca atau bercakap dalam bahasa Melayu.
Celake!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Mahkamah Sesyen Tersilap
Astaghfirullahal'adzim
4 tahun lalu seorang bapa dijatuhi hukuman penjara 38 tahun dan 12 sebatan atas 2 sabitan merogol anak kandungnya yang berusia 14 tahun. [Utusan Malaysia]
16 Julai 2010 Mahkamah Tinggi menerima rayuannya dengan mengetepikan sabitan dan hukuman kerana mendapati Mahkamah Sesyen telah terkhilaf dari segi fakta dan undang undang semasa menjatuhkan hukuman tersebut.
Sewaktu membacakan keputusannya, hakim Mahkamah Tinggi menyatakan laporan perubatan yang dikemukakan tidak boleh diterima sebagai bukti kerana tandatangan padanya disahkan palsu oleh seorang pegawai perubatan.
Malah, pegawai perubatan yang sama mengesahkan mangsa tidak dirogol dan kesan koyakan pada kemaluannya akibat tusukan objek tumpul seperti belakang pensil.
Kesimpulannya pihak pendakwa gagal membuktikan kes prima facie.
Menggerunkan.
Bagaimana laporan perubatan dipalsukan dan dapat disahkan palsu kemudian. Kenapa kepalsuan itu tidak dapat dibongkar lebih awal oleh defenden? Kelemahan peguam bela kah atau kehebatan peguam pendakwa atau kelemahan sistem?
Bagaimana pula dalam kes berprofil tinggi yang melibatkan ketua pakatan pembangkang yang telah 20 kali ditunda. Kehebatan peguam bela kah, kelemahan pendakwa kah atau sistem dipermain mainkan?
Negara ini semakin kucar kacir.
Tangan tangan ghaib berjaya memecah belahkan keharmonian rakyat seterusnya menimbulkan prasangka terhadap sistem perundangan. Ketua Polis Negara telah lama berjaya dipalitkan dengan pelbagai situasi negatif. Perlembagaan ditafsir mengikut kehendak masing masing. Demonstrasi jalanan dirangsang. Isu perkauman digunakan untuk melaga lagakan rakyat. Anak muda diulit dengan budaya hedonisma. Seks bebas berleluasa. Kebendaan disembah.
Bangun lah anak bangsa ku. Jangan nanti jadi Pak Kadok, menang sorak kampung tergadai.
4 tahun lalu seorang bapa dijatuhi hukuman penjara 38 tahun dan 12 sebatan atas 2 sabitan merogol anak kandungnya yang berusia 14 tahun. [Utusan Malaysia]
16 Julai 2010 Mahkamah Tinggi menerima rayuannya dengan mengetepikan sabitan dan hukuman kerana mendapati Mahkamah Sesyen telah terkhilaf dari segi fakta dan undang undang semasa menjatuhkan hukuman tersebut.
Sewaktu membacakan keputusannya, hakim Mahkamah Tinggi menyatakan laporan perubatan yang dikemukakan tidak boleh diterima sebagai bukti kerana tandatangan padanya disahkan palsu oleh seorang pegawai perubatan.
Malah, pegawai perubatan yang sama mengesahkan mangsa tidak dirogol dan kesan koyakan pada kemaluannya akibat tusukan objek tumpul seperti belakang pensil.
Kesimpulannya pihak pendakwa gagal membuktikan kes prima facie.
Menggerunkan.
Bagaimana laporan perubatan dipalsukan dan dapat disahkan palsu kemudian. Kenapa kepalsuan itu tidak dapat dibongkar lebih awal oleh defenden? Kelemahan peguam bela kah atau kehebatan peguam pendakwa atau kelemahan sistem?
Bagaimana pula dalam kes berprofil tinggi yang melibatkan ketua pakatan pembangkang yang telah 20 kali ditunda. Kehebatan peguam bela kah, kelemahan pendakwa kah atau sistem dipermain mainkan?
Negara ini semakin kucar kacir.
Tangan tangan ghaib berjaya memecah belahkan keharmonian rakyat seterusnya menimbulkan prasangka terhadap sistem perundangan. Ketua Polis Negara telah lama berjaya dipalitkan dengan pelbagai situasi negatif. Perlembagaan ditafsir mengikut kehendak masing masing. Demonstrasi jalanan dirangsang. Isu perkauman digunakan untuk melaga lagakan rakyat. Anak muda diulit dengan budaya hedonisma. Seks bebas berleluasa. Kebendaan disembah.
Bangun lah anak bangsa ku. Jangan nanti jadi Pak Kadok, menang sorak kampung tergadai.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Hallelujah! Long Live 1Malaysia
China Press reported that there was a lack of Chinese-speaking counselling teachers in SMJK San Min in Teluk Intan, which has some 1,600 students.
The only Chinese-speaking counselling teacher had to take up 80% of the workload because students would ask for him.
The school’s board of directors chairman Chen Hong Ji said he hoped that the Education Ministry would look into the issue and assign more Chinese-speaking counselling teachers.
“Some students could not converse well in English or Malay, so they were not able to communicate with the non-Chinese speaking teachers about their problems, which in turn affect their studies,” he said.
> Nanyang Siang Pau reported that Kuantan might soon have its long-awaited first independent Chinese school.
Pahang Chinese guilds and associations had been looking for a suitable independent Chinese school in Klang Valley to open a branch in Kuantan.
Frankly, I think it will be difficult for the corrupted Malay chauvinist Malaysian Government to find a suitably qualified counselor locally. In the interest of the poor 13-17 year old students who cannot converse well in English or Malay after 6 years of primary education and without doubt are excellent students who scored perfect A in UPSR, I strongly suggest that they be sent to mainland China
Better still, in the interest of Malaysia 's future generation, the government SHOULD built the whole school in mainland China Malaysia
Hidup 1Malaysia!!!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Salute To Friends
Was blog hopping and came across this posting on Doctor2008's Weblog .
Love the academic approach to this write up.
It ties my sentiments in many of my postings regarding friends especially here and here.
I have asked for permission to reproduce the article here. Thank you doctor.
What Are Good Friends For? A Longer Life!
By doctor2008
There has been countless quotes, poetry and songs on the virtues of a good friendship. In the song co-written by Burt Bacharach What Are Good Friends For? , these lyrics that often keep repeating in one’s mind:
The video below shows how Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Luther Vandross and Whitney Houston appreciate what good friends are for...
An Australian study on older people discovered that those with a large circle of friends were 22% less likely to die in the 10 years of the study. A similar Harvard research showed that strong social ties will promote brain health as one ages.
I agree. The role of friends to one’s health has been under-appreciated, compared to marriage and family. Sure, there can be rotten apples in the barrel, but with good friends, they can bring a positive psychological impact on one’s well-being, as the above studies demonstrate. Another study of 3000 nurses with breast cancer even showed that friendship had an even greater positive effect on health than a spouse or family member.
Exactly why friends have such a big effect on health isn’t too clear – could it be the ‘feel-good’ factor? Or the physical and psychological support which lessens one’s stress levels? Whatever it is, the message that these studies point out is that friends do make your life better and healthier.
Love the academic approach to this write up.
It ties my sentiments in many of my postings regarding friends especially here and here.
I have asked for permission to reproduce the article here. Thank you doctor.
What Are Good Friends For? A Longer Life!
By doctor2008
There has been countless quotes, poetry and songs on the virtues of a good friendship. In the song co-written by Burt Bacharach What Are Good Friends For? , these lyrics that often keep repeating in one’s mind:
Keep smiling
Keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me,for sure
That’s what friends are for..
The video below shows how Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Luther Vandross and Whitney Houston appreciate what good friends are for...
An Australian study on older people discovered that those with a large circle of friends were 22% less likely to die in the 10 years of the study. A similar Harvard research showed that strong social ties will promote brain health as one ages.
I agree. The role of friends to one’s health has been under-appreciated, compared to marriage and family. Sure, there can be rotten apples in the barrel, but with good friends, they can bring a positive psychological impact on one’s well-being, as the above studies demonstrate. Another study of 3000 nurses with breast cancer even showed that friendship had an even greater positive effect on health than a spouse or family member.
Exactly why friends have such a big effect on health isn’t too clear – could it be the ‘feel-good’ factor? Or the physical and psychological support which lessens one’s stress levels? Whatever it is, the message that these studies point out is that friends do make your life better and healthier.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Corn: Ripe?
Started this year's observation for PMR School Base Oral Assessment at SMK Kuala Tembeling. Driving back in the late afternoon, I noticed stalls selling freshly harvested corns and groundnuts. Bought some cobs of corn and a kilo of groundnuts ... thinking of son at home.
Reached home and son told me of his grandma's call about ten minutes earlier asking him to go over to take care of a snake in her kitchen. Told him to go right away. Forgetting the corns and the groundnuts in the back of the car.
He came back couple of hours later. It was a cobra that apparently got its tail snapped in a rat's trap. He is not a snake whisperer so he had to kill the snake.
Asked him if he wants to have corn on the cob and boiled groundnut for dinner. He declined. He doesn't mind corn in a cup but not 'jagung tak masak' [raw corn which he meant as "UNRIPE" corn]. He actually thought the corns were not ready yet because the husks are still green.
In Bahasa Melayu, 'masak' could mean cooked or ripe.
I rolled out in laughter. My Bachelor-in-Engineering-Automotive Mechanical-major-24-year-old son actually thought that one should wait for the corn to ripen in the field.
No wonder ten years ago when he was 14, I bought some boiled corn in the husk and offered him some. He declined saying he'd rather wait for the corn to 'masak' [meaning ripen].
I tried telling him then that the corns were 'masak' [cooked] but he said he'll eat them later when they are 'masak' [ripened]. I laughed and explained to him that the corn were cooked and can be eaten but he insisted he didn't like to eat 'young' unripe corn.
And I thought my explanation was sufficient.
Was it my short coming or was it his thick skull?
Hmmphhsss!!!
Corn and groundnut from the hawker, durian, rambutan and mangosteen from Baba's orchard.
Reached home and son told me of his grandma's call about ten minutes earlier asking him to go over to take care of a snake in her kitchen. Told him to go right away. Forgetting the corns and the groundnuts in the back of the car.
He came back couple of hours later. It was a cobra that apparently got its tail snapped in a rat's trap. He is not a snake whisperer so he had to kill the snake.
Asked him if he wants to have corn on the cob and boiled groundnut for dinner. He declined. He doesn't mind corn in a cup but not 'jagung tak masak' [raw corn which he meant as "UNRIPE" corn]. He actually thought the corns were not ready yet because the husks are still green.
In Bahasa Melayu, 'masak' could mean cooked or ripe.
I rolled out in laughter. My Bachelor-in-Engineering-Automotive Mechanical-major-24-year-old son actually thought that one should wait for the corn to ripen in the field.
No wonder ten years ago when he was 14, I bought some boiled corn in the husk and offered him some. He declined saying he'd rather wait for the corn to 'masak' [meaning ripen].
I tried telling him then that the corns were 'masak' [cooked] but he said he'll eat them later when they are 'masak' [ripened]. I laughed and explained to him that the corn were cooked and can be eaten but he insisted he didn't like to eat 'young' unripe corn.
And I thought my explanation was sufficient.
Was it my short coming or was it his thick skull?
Hmmphhsss!!!
Corn and groundnut from the hawker, durian, rambutan and mangosteen from Baba's orchard.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
WORDS -Part 2
Read a nice entry on OutSyed The Box [here] which reminds me of my previous entry concerning words [here]
Will edit this entry later but wish to highlight few points I found interesting.
There has never been a priest hierarchy in Islam, there have never been "head of Islam" allowed in Islam. There is no equivalent to a Pope, Vatican, installation rituals for religious clergy etc. There is no headquarters for Islam anywhere in the world, comparable to the Vatican for Christianity, the Pope for Catholics or other such beliefs in other religions. There is nothing comparable in Islam. There is no Chief High Priest in Islam.
There is not one single institution anywhere in the Islamic world that can certify anyone as an ulamak. There is no such thing. The only exception to this rule is the Persatuan Ulamak Malaysia, where by paying a few Ringgit registration fee, one is deemed an 'ulamak'. That is a joke not understood by those with impaired oxygen intake into the grey matter.
In Islam there is a direct relationship between man and his Creator. The Quran says "Allah is nearer to you than the veins in your neck". We do not need intermediaries.
Here is some info about the word 'ulama' from the Quran.
"Do you not see that GOD sends down from the sky water, whereby we produce fruits of various colors? Even the mountains have different colors; the peaks are white, or red, or some other color. And the ravens are black. Also, the people, the animals, and the livestock come in various colors. This is why the people who truly reverence GOD are those who are knowledgeable (al ulama). GOD is Almighty, Forgiving." Surah 35: 27-28
The Quran says the people who see all this Nature and observe all this Creation and appreciate all this handiwork of the Creator are called the 'ulama'. Clearly then this is a description of scientists. An ulama is therefore a scientist.
The word science of course comes from the Latin word 'scientia' which means knowledge. And the arab word Ulama is the plural of the arab word alim. Alim comes from the arabic word "Ilmu" which ALSO means knowledge or science.
An alim is therefore a knowledgeable person and ulama is plural meaning 'many knowledgeable people'. Ulama are therefore scientists who study everything around them and appreciate all the things that the Creator has created in this universe. Those are the ulama.
But will a Book such as the Quran fail to provide a proper name for the priests of religion, those guys who wear beards and robes, who dress funny, talk funny and behave funny who are part and parcel of every "religion"? Not at all. Here is the Quran again :
Surah 9:31 "They have set up their religious leaders (habar) and rabbis as lords, instead of GOD. . . "
The Quran refers to 'religious leaders' and the priests as HABAR. They are not referred to as ulama.
Habar are the religious priests who wear strange clothes, wear beards, speak strange and say that they are "closer to God". They can promise things like the keys to paradise. They are best given doodle pads to draw on and be locked up in asylums. If allowed to roam free, they can become "mursyidul am", ayatollah, pak sheikh and so on (in extreme cases).
Will edit this entry later but wish to highlight few points I found interesting.
There has never been a priest hierarchy in Islam, there have never been "head of Islam" allowed in Islam. There is no equivalent to a Pope, Vatican, installation rituals for religious clergy etc. There is no headquarters for Islam anywhere in the world, comparable to the Vatican for Christianity, the Pope for Catholics or other such beliefs in other religions. There is nothing comparable in Islam. There is no Chief High Priest in Islam.
There is not one single institution anywhere in the Islamic world that can certify anyone as an ulamak. There is no such thing. The only exception to this rule is the Persatuan Ulamak Malaysia, where by paying a few Ringgit registration fee, one is deemed an 'ulamak'. That is a joke not understood by those with impaired oxygen intake into the grey matter.
In Islam there is a direct relationship between man and his Creator. The Quran says "Allah is nearer to you than the veins in your neck". We do not need intermediaries.
Here is some info about the word 'ulama' from the Quran.
"Do you not see that GOD sends down from the sky water, whereby we produce fruits of various colors? Even the mountains have different colors; the peaks are white, or red, or some other color. And the ravens are black. Also, the people, the animals, and the livestock come in various colors. This is why the people who truly reverence GOD are those who are knowledgeable (al ulama). GOD is Almighty, Forgiving." Surah 35: 27-28
The Quran says the people who see all this Nature and observe all this Creation and appreciate all this handiwork of the Creator are called the 'ulama'. Clearly then this is a description of scientists. An ulama is therefore a scientist.
The word science of course comes from the Latin word 'scientia' which means knowledge. And the arab word Ulama is the plural of the arab word alim. Alim comes from the arabic word "Ilmu" which ALSO means knowledge or science.
An alim is therefore a knowledgeable person and ulama is plural meaning 'many knowledgeable people'. Ulama are therefore scientists who study everything around them and appreciate all the things that the Creator has created in this universe. Those are the ulama.
But will a Book such as the Quran fail to provide a proper name for the priests of religion, those guys who wear beards and robes, who dress funny, talk funny and behave funny who are part and parcel of every "religion"? Not at all. Here is the Quran again :
Surah 9:31 "They have set up their religious leaders (habar) and rabbis as lords, instead of GOD. . . "
The Quran refers to 'religious leaders' and the priests as HABAR. They are not referred to as ulama.
Habar are the religious priests who wear strange clothes, wear beards, speak strange and say that they are "closer to God". They can promise things like the keys to paradise. They are best given doodle pads to draw on and be locked up in asylums. If allowed to roam free, they can become "mursyidul am", ayatollah, pak sheikh and so on (in extreme cases).
BIGGGG Crisis
Need to post this pronto . Will edit later
Obesity Rates Jump in 28 States, Report Shows
And, as the report also shows, income is a major driver of the obesity epidemic. More than 35 percent of adults bringing in less than $15,000 a year were obese, vs. only 24.5 percent in the over-$50,000 income bracket
...In addition to geographic and economic differences, this year's report also focused on racial and ethnic disparities, finding that blacks and Latinos bear the brunt of the obesity problem. Blacks and Latinos outweighed whites in at least 40 states plus D.C.
...Racial/ethnic differences are closely intertwined with economic inequalities.
"The link between poverty, race and obesity is undeniable," Glover Blackwell said. "For example, Mississippi, the poorest state in nation with an African-American population of more than 37 percent, has the highest obesity rate of any state and highest proportion of obese children."
Poor and minority neighborhoods lack safe streets and parks in which to exercise and many are also so-called "food deserts."
Obesity Rates Jump in 28 States, Report Shows
And, as the report also shows, income is a major driver of the obesity epidemic. More than 35 percent of adults bringing in less than $15,000 a year were obese, vs. only 24.5 percent in the over-$50,000 income bracket
...In addition to geographic and economic differences, this year's report also focused on racial and ethnic disparities, finding that blacks and Latinos bear the brunt of the obesity problem. Blacks and Latinos outweighed whites in at least 40 states plus D.C.
...Racial/ethnic differences are closely intertwined with economic inequalities.
"The link between poverty, race and obesity is undeniable," Glover Blackwell said. "For example, Mississippi, the poorest state in nation with an African-American population of more than 37 percent, has the highest obesity rate of any state and highest proportion of obese children."
Poor and minority neighborhoods lack safe streets and parks in which to exercise and many are also so-called "food deserts."
Monday, June 28, 2010
Yesterday When I Was Young
Charles Aznavour
Yesterday When I Was Young
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet like rain upon my tongue,
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way an evening breeze would tease a candle flame,
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand,
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the years have run away
Yesterday when I was young
There were so many songs that waited to be sung,
So many wild pleasures that lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see,
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out and
I never stopped to think what life was all about,
And every conversation that I can recall
Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do,
And I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond,
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit so quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all seemed, somehow, to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
Yesterday when I was young
There were so many songs that waited to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see,
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
Cause I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
And the time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young.
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/charles_aznavour/#share
The irony is ... here I am wishing I have done all that ... being adventurous, having all the fun. Haihhh!!!
Yesterday When I Was Young
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet like rain upon my tongue,
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way an evening breeze would tease a candle flame,
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand,
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the years have run away
Yesterday when I was young
There were so many songs that waited to be sung,
So many wild pleasures that lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see,
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out and
I never stopped to think what life was all about,
And every conversation that I can recall
Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do,
And I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond,
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit so quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all seemed, somehow, to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
Yesterday when I was young
There were so many songs that waited to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see,
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
Cause I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
And the time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young.
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/charles_aznavour/#share
The irony is ... here I am wishing I have done all that ... being adventurous, having all the fun. Haihhh!!!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
First Taste of THE Cup: World Cup that is
I was born on this day fifty years ago.
When I was 15, I wondered how would it feel to be 50.
Well, I am 50 today.
When I looked at myself in the mirror this morning
I still see the same 'old' me
the 'me' I've always seen in the mirror
I never noticed when I gain height or weight
I never noticed when I grew up and grew old
'Coz, everytime I look into my eyes in the mirror
I always see 'me'
The one I have known since I was born
Half a century ago
I do have some more to pour out here
But I did not sleep until 6 am today
Watching a delayed telecast of World Cup
something I have never done my entire life
Last night, my girl came back
and got very excited watching the match
between French and Mexico
While I was trying to finish the 'spring cleaning' job
I started months ago
she went ...'haaa! haaaa!!! ahhhhhh!!! ISHKKKKKK!!!!!
haaa cantikkkkk [beautiful] ... nice one! come on!
I casted few glances at the 42" plasma Panasonic
and noticed
the players, all of them, both teams
have a very strong, confident control
over the ball
with their legs!
very much unlike the games
I saw my students played on the school fields
or the local games I saw on tv years ago.
And there I was
my cleaning job forgotten
instead, I cooed over the beautiful games
taking over from my girl
who eventually fell asleep on the sofa
with a surgical mask over her nose
[for she suffers rhinitis and I was 'cleaning']
she has been sneezing her nose off non stop
since she arrived in the late evening.
To think that when my friend sms'ed me
on the first day of the games
I replied ... "thanks but not my cup of tea!"
hehehehe!
Guess, after half a century,
I am learning to savour
THE cup
But now
this old lady
is going to take her afternoon nap.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Attitude
Huarrgghhh!!! Masuk minggu kedua cuti sekolah. Ada tiga kelas lagi nak kena siapkan tanda kertas. Mak aih! Bosannya!!! Nak lepas stress kat Farmville, dah berminggu tak leh access.
Orang pejabat telefon pepagi lagi. Kacau betul lah! Cuti pun tak senang. Ada ada je! Menyampessssss! Nak muntah.
Untuk jimatkan kos, terus ke hospital ambil ubat darah tinggi. Patutnya pergi hari Jumaat. Farmasis ok jer tka banyak songel.
Tengah jalan balik, nampak orang jual petai kat tepi jalan. Gecor air liur teringat makan petai jeruk kat rumah Tim di Maran bulan lepas. Baru minggu lepas telefon Tim minta dia belikan kat pekan sari Maran. Tim gelak. Bukan dibeli tapi dia buat sendiri rupanya. Dia ajar camana nak buat.
Harganya RM5 seikat. Seikat ada lima papan. Bulat bulat mata petai ... cam mata Uji Rashid ... hahaha! [jangan saman kak!]
Kalau ambik dua ikat, tak de diskaun ke dik?
Senyap.
Keluar not lima puluh ringgit. Budak tu pulangkan empat puluh ringgit.
Kat sebelah budak jual petai tu ada orang jual tembikai. RM1.30 sekilo. Minta dia belah nak tengok elok ke tak. Tak ada pisau. Tak pe lah. Timbang. Lebih sikit dari 5.6kg.
"Bayar RM7.50 dah lah kak".
Ok lah.
Hulurkan not sepuloh ringgit.
"Tak de duit kecik ke kak?"
Laaaa .... sepuluh ringgit, bukan seratus ...
"Kak pergi tukar dulu lah kak"
&@#**+^&&%%$$$##@@
Tak payah lah.
Hidupkan kereta dan terus berlalu.
Kenapa?
Sakit hati.
Nak berniaga .. pisau tak de, kalkulator tak de, duit kecik tak de , budi bahasa tak de.
Eh???
Rasional aku...
Kalau aku di tempat penjual tembikai tu ... aku yang akan ikhtiar untuk tukarkan duit tu ... tukar ngan budak jual petai tu ke ..tukar ngan orang jual goreng pisang ke ... habis tak de .. aku akan menyeberang jalan ke kedai Caltex beli lah gegula sebiji, janji dapat tukar duit. Ringkasnya, aku akan pastikan aku dapat jual tembikai tu.
Hmm...
Entah entah penjual tembikai tu dok kutuk aku bertambun ... apa hal le mak cik tu ... ingat beso sangat ke duit dia ... kete pun wira buruk ... berlagakkk!!!
Aku bengkek sebab rasa attitude penjual tembikai di tepi jalan tu tak kena.
Mungkin dia pun bengkek kat aku sebab rasa aku ada 'attitude'.
Tapi kan ... 'customer is always right'
HEHEHEHE !!!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Raison d'etre
Been trying to finish marking the mid year exam papers. The whole week of the school holidays is gone. A rendezvous at Swiss Garden Resort has been cancelled due to the World Cup. Nothing much to look forward to. There is so much to get done.
18:03 a message came in. From Z. " I'm going for J** mp. What say u? Which platform shall I take?
I responded - "MasyaAllah! Take d right one. I believe ur choice is d right one."
He replied - "tq. I need your support k"
And I responded - " U have it. Always have. May Allah's blessing's b with u."
And then I burst into tears.
Sadness and anger intertwined.
Why did he tell me that? What was it for?
For support? Yeah I can give him my vote. ONE vote. I don't have anything to bring him other's.
How much support is that?
Is he SMSing everyone?
In that case, the one I received was just a politician's game
... when I read more between the lines ...
*sighhhhh*
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Ketupat Sotong
Last month I had a sudden craving for a local Kelantanese delicacy called Ketupat Sotong. A strange sweet dish made from glutinous rice stuffed into squids.
Went to the 'nearest-to-a-supermarket' we have in this quaint little town to get my squids. They only have the large ones. Ketupat sotong is best made with small sized ones. Large ones tend to be tough and chewy. I bought two anyway. Just got to get over the craving. I might die 'kempunan' [unfulfilled wish]. Hehehe!
I used only one squid. Washed it real good, making sure to take out the 'mandible'. Then I half filled it with cleaned and soaked glutinous rice. Put it in a pot, covered with thick coconut milk and sweetened with palm sugar. Half a teaspoon of fenugreek, julienned ginger and a crushed lemongrass are used to take away the fishy smell from the squid. The pot was left to boil on slow fire until the coconut milk was reduced to about a quarter.
It took some times to get the liquid reduced. I forgot all about it until I smelled caramel [burnt sugar]. Well, the ketupat ended up slightly overcooked. The caramelised sugar gave it a slightly concentrated taste. But, the squid was just a wee bit too big and I probably have filled it a bit too much ... the middle part failed to cook properly. The ketupat ended up being a bit too chewy.
The endeavour became a great conversation piece with friends and family. Really. The delicacy is becoming extinct. It is a weird kind of food. Squids in sweet sauce? That is not strange to me. I grew up savouring it. Why, those Japanese chefs never have any problem coming up with such food on their menu [couldn't recall any at the moment but I know I saw them on Iron Chef].
Saturday, Epit came home. Took the opportunity to take the TV to be repaired. It's been turning green, red and yellow for some time now. Had had to resort to banging it to watch my fav shows. Robin Hood hit cinemas last week and Prince of Persia opened on Thursday. Hmm ... a good excuse to go to town.
First, took the TV to the repairman. He said it could be ready in one hour. What???
I have had to send it for repair every year. I was kind of hoping it would be BEYOND repair this time so I have a great excuse to go shop for a new one. HAHAHA!!!
Anyway, I wanted to watch Robin Hood and Prince of Persia. So I went to East Coast Mall in Kuantan. Had more than an hour before the show started. I was in a shopping mall. There were lots of TV shops. We stopped at Panasonic outlet. Well, we ended up with a Viera 42" HD plasma seconds before prince of Persia started at hall 9.
Sunday morning I was still in bed in Kuantan when Ma called. Wanted me to drop by her place on my way back.
And this is the reason.
TA DAAAA !!!!!!! Ketupat Sotong
Sweet, juicy, yummy!!!
Went to the 'nearest-to-a-supermarket' we have in this quaint little town to get my squids. They only have the large ones. Ketupat sotong is best made with small sized ones. Large ones tend to be tough and chewy. I bought two anyway. Just got to get over the craving. I might die 'kempunan' [unfulfilled wish]. Hehehe!
I used only one squid. Washed it real good, making sure to take out the 'mandible'. Then I half filled it with cleaned and soaked glutinous rice. Put it in a pot, covered with thick coconut milk and sweetened with palm sugar. Half a teaspoon of fenugreek, julienned ginger and a crushed lemongrass are used to take away the fishy smell from the squid. The pot was left to boil on slow fire until the coconut milk was reduced to about a quarter.
It took some times to get the liquid reduced. I forgot all about it until I smelled caramel [burnt sugar]. Well, the ketupat ended up slightly overcooked. The caramelised sugar gave it a slightly concentrated taste. But, the squid was just a wee bit too big and I probably have filled it a bit too much ... the middle part failed to cook properly. The ketupat ended up being a bit too chewy.
The endeavour became a great conversation piece with friends and family. Really. The delicacy is becoming extinct. It is a weird kind of food. Squids in sweet sauce? That is not strange to me. I grew up savouring it. Why, those Japanese chefs never have any problem coming up with such food on their menu [couldn't recall any at the moment but I know I saw them on Iron Chef].
Saturday, Epit came home. Took the opportunity to take the TV to be repaired. It's been turning green, red and yellow for some time now. Had had to resort to banging it to watch my fav shows. Robin Hood hit cinemas last week and Prince of Persia opened on Thursday. Hmm ... a good excuse to go to town.
First, took the TV to the repairman. He said it could be ready in one hour. What???
I have had to send it for repair every year. I was kind of hoping it would be BEYOND repair this time so I have a great excuse to go shop for a new one. HAHAHA!!!
Anyway, I wanted to watch Robin Hood and Prince of Persia. So I went to East Coast Mall in Kuantan. Had more than an hour before the show started. I was in a shopping mall. There were lots of TV shops. We stopped at Panasonic outlet. Well, we ended up with a Viera 42" HD plasma seconds before prince of Persia started at hall 9.
Sunday morning I was still in bed in Kuantan when Ma called. Wanted me to drop by her place on my way back.
And this is the reason.
Sweet, juicy, yummy!!!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Ring: Pessary -revisited
Last December, I had a ring fitted to address stress incontinence problem. Most of the times i believed it helped a lot. Sometimes though, I wonder if it really addressed the actual stress problem. Anyway, I was happy for a while.
That was until I had the great fly through the air and landed on my bottom few weeks ago which left me at the embarrassing end of a walking stick to aid me up the stairs in school.
For a while, I thought I was done. First it was shingles and then the knee crunching touchdown. Well, I am still waiting for the outcome of the MRI done last month. The orthopedist warned me to be prepared for the another major surgery - the spine. That was enough to plunge anyone into despair.
To make matters worse, after the touchdown event, I started having pain in the lower abdomen. It got worse and I had to resort to taking celebrex. However, it got so bad on Thursday and I spent the whole night counting the hours for morning to come. Friday was Wesak day and I was not sure if the nearest gynae clinic [which is in Mentakab] would be opened. I called the clinic and thank God, it was opened.
My son smsed earlier that he was coming home on Friday. First I thought of waiting for him to arrive and then go to the clinic with him. However, the pain became unbearable and I had to drive myself. Called Pae to ask if she knew the place since she is a local there.
Took celebrex before starting the drive to Mentakab, about 60 km away. Had trouble keeping my eyes open along the journey. Reached Pae's place and she ended up driving me to the clinic and insisted on accompanying me. Thanks Pae. I really really appreciate the company.
Turned out I had a slight infection and the gynae advised me to remove the ring.
It was such a great feeling of relief the moment the ring was taken out. The abdominal pain subsided immediately
Then he sent me home with a 5-day course of antibiotics.
And here I am, 11 hours after the first dose of antibiotics. I have not taken any painkiller since and the pain is getting duller by the minute.
Thank you Pae for being there.
My son arrived in the evening. We went out for dinner. He had Nasi Goreng USA and I had grilled chicken.
One old lady is happy again.
That was until I had the great fly through the air and landed on my bottom few weeks ago which left me at the embarrassing end of a walking stick to aid me up the stairs in school.
For a while, I thought I was done. First it was shingles and then the knee crunching touchdown. Well, I am still waiting for the outcome of the MRI done last month. The orthopedist warned me to be prepared for the another major surgery - the spine. That was enough to plunge anyone into despair.
To make matters worse, after the touchdown event, I started having pain in the lower abdomen. It got worse and I had to resort to taking celebrex. However, it got so bad on Thursday and I spent the whole night counting the hours for morning to come. Friday was Wesak day and I was not sure if the nearest gynae clinic [which is in Mentakab] would be opened. I called the clinic and thank God, it was opened.
My son smsed earlier that he was coming home on Friday. First I thought of waiting for him to arrive and then go to the clinic with him. However, the pain became unbearable and I had to drive myself. Called Pae to ask if she knew the place since she is a local there.
Took celebrex before starting the drive to Mentakab, about 60 km away. Had trouble keeping my eyes open along the journey. Reached Pae's place and she ended up driving me to the clinic and insisted on accompanying me. Thanks Pae. I really really appreciate the company.
Turned out I had a slight infection and the gynae advised me to remove the ring.
It was such a great feeling of relief the moment the ring was taken out. The abdominal pain subsided immediately
Then he sent me home with a 5-day course of antibiotics.
And here I am, 11 hours after the first dose of antibiotics. I have not taken any painkiller since and the pain is getting duller by the minute.
Thank you Pae for being there.
My son arrived in the evening. We went out for dinner. He had Nasi Goreng USA and I had grilled chicken.
One old lady is happy again.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Down Memory Lane: The Pain
Read a friend's blog. Left comments here and there. On one posting, my comment was the lyrics of Broery Marantika's Senandung Rindu [youTube here]. The blogger's response about the intense feeling portrayed by the lyrics triggered a long lost memory.
Gosh! To dream but not make dreams your master. To think but not make thoughts your aims. To watch the things you gave your life to ... broken. And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools. To heap all your winnings, and risk it all on one pitch-and-toss, and lose and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. And to force your heart and nerves and sinews to serve your turn long after they are gone. And to hold on when there's nothing in you except the will which says to them ... "hold on"
And after ALL those, you lose to a GRO. The pain was and still is indescribable.
If I should stay
I will only be in your way
So I'll go but I know
I'll think of you
Every step of the way
And I will always love you
i will always love you
My darling you
Bitter sweet memories
That is all I'm taking with me
So goodbye
Please ... don't cry
We both know
I'm not what you need
I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you'll find
All you've wished for
And I wish you joy and happiness
But above all these
I wish you love
Gosh! To dream but not make dreams your master. To think but not make thoughts your aims. To watch the things you gave your life to ... broken. And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools. To heap all your winnings, and risk it all on one pitch-and-toss, and lose and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. And to force your heart and nerves and sinews to serve your turn long after they are gone. And to hold on when there's nothing in you except the will which says to them ... "hold on"
And after ALL those, you lose to a GRO. The pain was and still is indescribable.
If I should stay
I will only be in your way
So I'll go but I know
I'll think of you
Every step of the way
And I will always love you
i will always love you
My darling you
Bitter sweet memories
That is all I'm taking with me
So goodbye
Please ... don't cry
We both know
I'm not what you need
I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you'll find
All you've wished for
And I wish you joy and happiness
But above all these
I wish you love
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Hari Guru 2010
Sempena hari Guru 2010, Kementerian Pelajaran menganjurkan GOTONG ROYONG PERDANA.
Seorang guru memulakan hari kerja dalam kelas dengan memastikan kelas bersih dan teratur dan semua pelajar berada di tempat masing masing beruniform lengkap mengikut peraturan. Menjadi tugas guru juga memastikan setiap pelajar BERSIH dan SIHAT.
Kalau lantai dan tingkap kotor, cikgu perlu pastikan kekotoran tersebut dibersihkan terlebih dahulu sebelum memulakan pelajaran. Semenjak jadi cikgu dari1982, sekali sekala aku sendiri menyapu lantai kelas dan membersihkan debu di tingkap bila ingatan pada pelajar seperti mencurahkan air ke daun keladi. Kononnya nak mengajar melalui teladan.Hampehhhh!!!
Heran sungguh aku. Pengalaman aku di negara orang putih, tukang cuci mencuci segala permukaan dan celah hingga berkilat. Tukang kebun amat bangga dengan hasil kerja tangan mereka. Bukan setakat potong rumput dan cantas pokok, malah mereka amat teliti menjaga keseluruhan 'sistem' laman/taman/kebun. Termasuk longkang dan tangga/bangku taman, air pancut dan sebagainya. Berbeza amat dengan tukang kebun kat tanah tumpah darah ku ini.
Setengah dari mereka jadi tukang kebun kerana masa sekolah dulu mungkin jenis yang suka ponteng kelas. Bila kerja pun biasanya masalah disiplin mereka tetap sama. Kalau bukan ponteng waktu, 'ponteng' tugas. Masa aku di Gemencheh N9, tukang kebun datang kerja pukul 8.00 pagi tapi selepas jam 10.00 pagi dia dah pergi kerja luar ... kedai tayar.
Tak seperti sekarang di mana tukang sapu dan tukang kebun bekerja untuk kontraktor pembersihan, dulu, mereka ni berjawatan pekerja am. Bergaji bulanan, tetap dan berpencen. Boleh tuntut elaun kerja lebih masa. Jawatan pekerja am termasuklah budak pejabat dan pembantu makmal. Masa aku di Dabong, hari pertama ke sekolah dengan keretapi, aku duduk menghadap [dalam koc keretapi dulu dulu, tempat duduk terakhir dipasang] seorang perempuan muda bergincu merah. Seorang pemuda duduk di sebelahnya.
P= Pemuda; PGM=Perempuan gincu merah
P : Kerja ke?
PGM: Ha ah.
P : Kerja kat mana?
PGM: I staff kat sekolah ....
Memang aku selalu jumpa perempuan gincu merah kat pejabat sekolah duduk di sebelah meja yang salah ... maksudnya bukan sebelah bekerja tapi sebelah pelawat. Masa tu umur aku baru 27 tahun ... ta'kulan aku tidak anggun ... sekadar ada mata tengok, ada telinga dengar, ada mulut diam. Hanya bila aku terpaksa menumpang di asrama, barulah aku tahu dia tukang sapu asrama. Itupun bukan kerana NAMPAK dia menyapu tapi teman sebilik yang bagitau. Hampir setahun aku di situ ... memang setiap hari lah aku jumpa dia DUDUK di pejabat bukan nya membersihkan asrama.
Tujuan cerita aku ni hanyalah nak meluahkan rasa sedih yang teramat sangat kerana tahun ini, sempena Hari Guru, para guru di kerah bergotong royong membersihkan kawasan sekolah. Ini termasuklah longkang dan tandas. Memanglah gotong royong bersama pelajar, tapi cuba bayangkan jika dalam kelas pun, walaupun setelah mengajar melalui teladan, guru menyapu lantai membersihkan tingkap, namun masih gagal menerapkan nilai kebersihan kepada pelajar, ingat bila buat gotong royong pelajar akan berebut rebut membersihkan tandas yang telah mereka kotorkan?
Rasa sayu sangat.
Terasa betapa nilai penghargaan kepada guru seperti sampah.
Menyedihkan!
Seorang guru memulakan hari kerja dalam kelas dengan memastikan kelas bersih dan teratur dan semua pelajar berada di tempat masing masing beruniform lengkap mengikut peraturan. Menjadi tugas guru juga memastikan setiap pelajar BERSIH dan SIHAT.
Kalau lantai dan tingkap kotor, cikgu perlu pastikan kekotoran tersebut dibersihkan terlebih dahulu sebelum memulakan pelajaran. Semenjak jadi cikgu dari1982, sekali sekala aku sendiri menyapu lantai kelas dan membersihkan debu di tingkap bila ingatan pada pelajar seperti mencurahkan air ke daun keladi. Kononnya nak mengajar melalui teladan.Hampehhhh!!!
Heran sungguh aku. Pengalaman aku di negara orang putih, tukang cuci mencuci segala permukaan dan celah hingga berkilat. Tukang kebun amat bangga dengan hasil kerja tangan mereka. Bukan setakat potong rumput dan cantas pokok, malah mereka amat teliti menjaga keseluruhan 'sistem' laman/taman/kebun. Termasuk longkang dan tangga/bangku taman, air pancut dan sebagainya. Berbeza amat dengan tukang kebun kat tanah tumpah darah ku ini.
Setengah dari mereka jadi tukang kebun kerana masa sekolah dulu mungkin jenis yang suka ponteng kelas. Bila kerja pun biasanya masalah disiplin mereka tetap sama. Kalau bukan ponteng waktu, 'ponteng' tugas. Masa aku di Gemencheh N9, tukang kebun datang kerja pukul 8.00 pagi tapi selepas jam 10.00 pagi dia dah pergi kerja luar ... kedai tayar.
Tak seperti sekarang di mana tukang sapu dan tukang kebun bekerja untuk kontraktor pembersihan, dulu, mereka ni berjawatan pekerja am. Bergaji bulanan, tetap dan berpencen. Boleh tuntut elaun kerja lebih masa. Jawatan pekerja am termasuklah budak pejabat dan pembantu makmal. Masa aku di Dabong, hari pertama ke sekolah dengan keretapi, aku duduk menghadap [dalam koc keretapi dulu dulu, tempat duduk terakhir dipasang] seorang perempuan muda bergincu merah. Seorang pemuda duduk di sebelahnya.
P= Pemuda; PGM=Perempuan gincu merah
P : Kerja ke?
PGM: Ha ah.
P : Kerja kat mana?
PGM: I staff kat sekolah ....
Memang aku selalu jumpa perempuan gincu merah kat pejabat sekolah duduk di sebelah meja yang salah ... maksudnya bukan sebelah bekerja tapi sebelah pelawat. Masa tu umur aku baru 27 tahun ... ta'kulan aku tidak anggun ... sekadar ada mata tengok, ada telinga dengar, ada mulut diam. Hanya bila aku terpaksa menumpang di asrama, barulah aku tahu dia tukang sapu asrama. Itupun bukan kerana NAMPAK dia menyapu tapi teman sebilik yang bagitau. Hampir setahun aku di situ ... memang setiap hari lah aku jumpa dia DUDUK di pejabat bukan nya membersihkan asrama.
Tujuan cerita aku ni hanyalah nak meluahkan rasa sedih yang teramat sangat kerana tahun ini, sempena Hari Guru, para guru di kerah bergotong royong membersihkan kawasan sekolah. Ini termasuklah longkang dan tandas. Memanglah gotong royong bersama pelajar, tapi cuba bayangkan jika dalam kelas pun, walaupun setelah mengajar melalui teladan, guru menyapu lantai membersihkan tingkap, namun masih gagal menerapkan nilai kebersihan kepada pelajar, ingat bila buat gotong royong pelajar akan berebut rebut membersihkan tandas yang telah mereka kotorkan?
Rasa sayu sangat.
Terasa betapa nilai penghargaan kepada guru seperti sampah.
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