People called it SCHOOL …we called it LIFE

                Recollecting memories of school days is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. School days, I believe, are the happiest in the whole span of human existence.

                I've have had a splendid school life! It starts from moving from class to class, meeting people from every nook and corner, having friends who belong to different ethnics of my country, dealing with teachers of different background and dedication and lastly having loads of wonderful memories to cherish lifelong!

                My endless list of memories which I wish to keep to the point and short; includes the moments of my early schooling days when it used to be pretty hard for me to sneak into my schools physical education store to use the sports instrument, then making new friends and playing in a tremendously huge playground with all of them.

                Moving to the further years I remember starting my journey with playing badminton for district and regional levels, how I learnt to be a debater, having an experience as the class monitor and being a dear student to my teachers.

                My school life was so innocent and there was happiness in very small things. Some of the best school memories were celebrating birthdays by distributing chocolates and sweets, running to playing grounds or home as soon as the bell rings, playing video games and watching cartoons were the best time pass, feeling rich having just fifty cents in the pocket and those innocent crushes with butterflies in the stomach just talking to the girl you like.

                Then, when it comes the senior years when during games period at times I had fun with boys playing volleyball while the rest of the times were spent with the girl gang singing and chit-chatting, then roaming with my best friend during the recess, being in a huge group with people of different character, behavior, attitude and hearts!

                All of this just adds to my happiness and makes me love my life a bit more than before! School will always be an enthralling experiences and beautiful memories that always remain in my heart! Currently, as a teacher I am spending most of my life in school. But, the enjoyment and fun is not there without my friends and teachers.

People called it SCHOOL …we called it LIFE

SCHOOL DAYS…..

My Hero, My Appa…

                If you happen to see an old man(who is still handsome for me) cycling around a small town called Sitiawan in Perak, that might be my father. He travelled everywhere by bicycle until now. Some said he can’t afford to buy a motorcycle or a car, but only ‘we’ know the truth.

My Hero, My Appa…

                There are always the people in our lives that can be the heroes in many ways, but my life’s hero  will always be my appa. He influences my life since I born until now and also sacrifice a lot in his lifetime to make my life and my sibling’s lives better. He love us unconditionally, I have become the person I am today because of him. I adore him very much, not just because he is my appa, also such an amazing person with gold heart, my best friend for life, an advisor, kind respectful and strong person. His life and thoughts towards life with great motivation and confidence on the road to success inspires me a lot.

                My appa is working as a civil servant. His salary is not as much as we think. However, he tried his best to raise us to be a better person now. When we were small, we always asked for many things. He never refused to buy for us even though he could have used it for his own use. My appa loves to eat egg, but when my mother cooks egg curry, he will give his egg from his plate to me. That time I will be happy to see two eggs on my plate. He sacrificed his food for me. Until now, he is practicing the same thing.

                The incident that gave impact to my life happened when I was 17 years old. I am very active in sports at that time. I never concentrate on my studies much. One day, appa brought me to a function organized by an Indian society. There they gave away prizes for PMR and SPM good achievers. A ‘Datuk’ came there as the VIP. When we were giving speech, he congratulated everyone, and told that children of a person who ride bicycle won’t go far in their life. He meant that we will not achieve much in our life. That is the moment, for the first time in my life; I saw my appa shed tears. I couldn’t take it. Once back home, I told to myself, ‘this is it!’. I stopped involving in sport. I concentrated on my studies. Only one this was in my mind – appa’s tears.

                He sent us for tuition classes by his bicycle. He will ride that bicycle around 7-8km just to sent us and fetch us back home. My friends to tease me because my father was using bicycle, but I know his sacrifices. Once I asked my appa, why don’t he is not interested in buying motorcycle. The reason he gave me shattered me. He wanted to use the money to pay for our tuition fees than paying for the installments. I was speechless. He is the best appa ever!

                Recently, my previous primary school invited me to give a speech to the small kids over there.  That was the moment I waited for came. The ‘Datuk’ came for the event as well. During my speech, I told that the person who made my appa in tears is there too. (I never mentioned the name).I thanked him for that. If he didn’t uttered that words in front of everyone, I wouldn’t be the person who I am now.

                My appa is happy now and I am happy to see him such. He is still cycling his old bicycle but without any burden in his heart. I am living the luxuries life because of you appa! Thank you for inspiring me. I love you!

My Hero, My Appa…

 

Happy face of Appa! Our recent trip to Cameron Highlands. 

P.I.L.O.T

            I climb into the cockpit and sit on the metal seat of the Russian made Sukhoi-27, one of the best fighter jets that ever invented. I run a routine check on all the aircraft's dials as well as the weapon systems through the heads-up displays.

            The run way officer gives me the thumbs-up sign from the far run way, indicating that all the external parts of the plane are in order and functioning well. I return the gesture to indicate that all internal systems are working well and that I will be taking off.

            I pushed the start button and feel the vibration begin. I hear the sound of the pure power. I feel the acceleration of the plane taking off the runway and into the air.....

            This was how I dream when I am sitting on my bicycle. I have always wanted to be a fighter pilot. My dream began when I was about 5 years old. One day, my father took me for an air show near my hometown. It was a momentous experience for me! I sat in the cockpit and I knew that I would never want to do anything as much as I wanted to fly.

            As I grew older, I began to read books on aviation and air adventures. My favourite book is ‘Take Off’. My father specially ordered it for me from UK. I learnt about plane parts and their function through reading these books.

            The requirements for fighter pilot candidates are many and difficult to fulfill. Among them are academic excellence, a fit body, and quick reflexes able to with stand pressure. I constantly started to work towards my goals. For that, I have always made time for exercise since my childhood. I play badminton regularly and I go for jogging at least 5 times per week. To be a fighter pilot we must keep our body fit. A pilot should be able to withstand the high pressure.

            In school, I concentrate on my study properly. I made sure I qualified for the science stream in upper secondary school. As a pilot must have a good understanding of physics and mathematics, I gave more focus to those particular subjects.

            But, my dream burst like a balloon when I was doing my Form Six. I couldn't see what my teachers writing on white board in classroom. I tried to focus on it, but my eyes failed to help me. That is the moment where my dream to be a fighter pilot came to an end. A fighter pilot must have perfect eyesight with any viewing aids. Full stop – that is what I did for my dream.

            Currently I am working as a teacher. I want to create fighter pilots for our nation. Fingers crossed!