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Y, our youngest and only sister failed her written driving test for the second time today. She’s devastated. This happening at a particularly high point in her young life, she’d just left school, new job at a boutique. In fact this morning was supposed to be her third day at work.
The light on her face when we picked her up from work just the other night. Genuine satisfaction after a hard day’s work. How many of us hasn’t had that feeling in a long time?
She called in sick. Sulked in her room. But up laughing again watching Slam Dunk at six o’clock. I bet she’ll go to work tomorrow. Not that it matters.
The test didn’t matter neither la, Y. Remember when we went out driving infront of MPK the other day? The police car, the satria jerking in appreciation of your fine driving, the courting couples, a noisy Kak A as driving instructor? These matter.
So shine on.
We just had an hour and a half worth of rehearsal this morning. It’s mid-term exams again and i could only request for my pre-recess classes to be relieved.
We brought our equipment to the music room. Set-up the amps, brought out the congas, plugged in and shot straight to business. A version of Nidji’s Hapus Aku. The kids were given a scrap of paper with the chords for the song scribbled on it. Verse Bridge Chorus. It helps that it’s a BIG song now on radio.
During this first and only rehearsal we worked on the song’s general arrangement. We had to do quite a bit of work with the percussive intruments and had to dispense with the congas. Just the shaker and one of ’em tubular bells on a string thingies. Indispensible in Malaysian nasyid. Kriiiiing.
So the intro’s a cluster of three notes, slightly overdriven on my G&L ASAT Classic or as my daughter calls Kak G. Then the shaker keeping beat with two acoustics playing the opening chords and all of us crash together with P’s old Squire bass. Then the singing starts and God bless those ears tomorrow.
Six or seven runs, no more. We stopped as the bell signals the end of recess. It didn’t surprise me that much when I realized that the boys skipped recess while rehearsing. It occurred to me that rocking-out was better than a cold plate of nasi lemak anyday.
Kejohanan Olahraga Tahunan sekolah aku akan berlangsung hari Ahad 29 April nanti. So sekarang the week before the actual day dan keadaan di sekolah huru-hara dengan budak-budak melekit sebab bersukan dan guru-guru melekit sebab tak bawak baju sukan.
Sebagai salah satu guru pembimbing Rumah Temenggong (Hijau) yang pro-aktif dan mementingkan keseronokan pelajar, aku pastikan aku melibatkan diri secara hands-on dengan aktiviti-aktiviti keolahragaan pelajar. Dengan bantuan guru Ketua Rumah (Puan K), aku mengambil kehadiran pelajar, memantau pelajar dan memberi motivasi berkelompok dengan cara membuat sorakan (cheering) yang aku reka ikut suka hati mak bapak aku. Aku hadir di setiap sessi latihan rumah yang diadakan di sebelah petang. Di tengah panas terik pukul 3 sehingga 5 aku akan bersama mereka membasahkan ketiak sambil ditonton oleh sebilangan guru perempuan berbaju kurung dan bertudung sedondon menjinjing beg tiruan coach/guess masing-masing.
Mereka akan duduk dalam kelompok mereka di bawah pokok ru sambil memerhatikan make-up masing-masing cair. Semakin petang, semakin muncunglah bibir mereka kerana tidak boleh balik awal. Ini dipastikan oleh guru penolong kanan ko-kurikulum kami (juga berbaju kurung tetapi berkasut trek) yang akan meronda membawa buku log untuk merekodkan kehadiran guru. Samada duduk di bawah pokok berbual dikira hadir ke latihan sukan atau tidak sukar untuk aku pastikan.
Salah satu cara untuk rumah-rumah sukan mendapat markah tambahan ialah dengan memenangi pertandingan menghias khemah. Ini acara aku. Tiada, aku ulang tiada orang lain akan menang. Tahun lepas aku mengetuai Rumah Bendahara (Kuning) untuk memenangi acara tersebut dengan tema Gold and Glory. Tak susah. Canopy yang boleh muat 40 orang itu telah aku hiasi dengan duit syilling plastik keemasan (duit emas chinese new year) yang aku perolehi dari studio tempat P & L bekerja. Aku tambunkan juga kepingan syilling yang pertama di dalam sebuah tempayan yang aku letakkan di depan khemah.
Tahun ini aku telahpun melakarkan rekabentuk khemah dengan tema military untuk rumah hijau. Dua biji meriam polystyrene akan aku letakkan mengapit pintu masuk utama khemah bersama banner besar dengan tulisan ‘Batallion Hijau Temenggong’. Siap kau. Selepas hari sukan, kedua-dua meriam itu akan aku letakkan di depan surau sekolah atau aku acukan di hadapan pintu pejabat Pengetua.
As Adam Duritz of Counting Crows crooned
And its been a long december and theres reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I cant remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass;
It has indeed been a long and entry-less December. Much of it has been consumed with vegetating and slobbing around playing The Sims 2 and NFSU Carbon. My net activity has been reduced to the 5-minute daily dose of checking my feeds at bloglines and the obligatory mail check.
Went to see the Counsellor at the State Education Department the other day. Stout guy with grey crew cut in a green shirt and tie. I wore green too that day. That must’ve been the reason why we got along like a charm. As this was not my first encounter with institutional counsellors; I’ve had my fair share of enforced counselling due to various causes; this dude in green was as good as they ever got.
So, by manner of ‘establishing rapport’ , we introduced ourselves to each other, claimed mutual acquaintance with colleagues, parents, spouses, etc. This took a full 10 minutes before the inevitable question popped-out like a cock out of an exhibitionist’s anorak: “So, En. _______, apa masalah kita sebenarnya?”
Thus began a rambling monologue of my inner professional demons, namely my distaste of a largely rote system of educating the nation’s children to regurgitate state-approved facts, the lack of intelligent conversation in the staffroom and at the canteen, my utter boredom with the ‘Malay’ agenda, the self-censorship that i enforce upon myself when discussing certain issues with my (more mature, pre-university) students and so on.
Then the session turned into a inquiry on my mental health. The counsellor went all pyscho-CSI on me and asked whether I’d been having visions or hearing voices in my head. I truthfully denied having them (aside from substance-induced accelerated imagination, I remain mentally sound, I think) but eventually agreed to be referred to a psychiatrist.
It was either Mr. Shrink or an impending dismissal for going AWOL from school following a disciplinary report at Ministry level. Fuck that, I’ll take Mr. Shrink anytime. I had been seriously considering to resign. The past few months have been a futile (and maybe half-hearted) job search, the good-paying ones in larger cities and I’m not prepared to leave my present one.
As of today, I’m still waiting for a phone call to confirm an appointment with the state shrink. Perhaps I need it after all. The little bit of apprehension that I have of the label psychiatric patient has been gradually subdued by my eventual realization that depression sucks. Oh, and the promise of free drugs.
Mr. and Mrs. Shahkaratul Tarantula and
As of Sunday, Mr. and Mrs. WanAs,
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR RECENT AND FUTURE NUPTUALS,
MAY YOU BE BLESSED WITH GOOD TIDINGS, RESILIENT HEARTS,
AND EVERLASTING LOVE.