For us student volunteers, was pure labour, enough said.
Anyway, it was a great hell of an experience. Knowing other friends from elsewhere is cool=)
Loves=)
Showing posts with label experience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label experience. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Lawasia Moots
I am proud that our mooting team finished second and will be representing Malaysia to the International rounds at New Delhi. They did a great job and was splendid, awesome, amazing, fantastic....phewwwww!!!
For us student volunteers, was pure labour, enough said.
Anyway, it was a great hell of an experience. Knowing other friends from elsewhere is cool=)
Loves=)
For us student volunteers, was pure labour, enough said.
Anyway, it was a great hell of an experience. Knowing other friends from elsewhere is cool=)
Loves=)
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Roland Expo
Two days of intense work in Roland expo@ One U, co-organised by my uncle's company. Despite the long hours of standing and carrying heavy stuff, I find it pretty fulfilling as compared to other promoting jobs that I've ever did. There were lots of live bands playing, inaugural random talent shows on pianos and plenty of time for me to stroll along empty floors and think about just anything else that matters to me.
Friends that came along made my day, really. I bumped into Steven, Jess and Xid on day one. Henry and Mich came to have dinner with me on Sunday. I was thrilled and also, lots of love for bringing me yumcha and sending me home in that Merc.
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Drove to MV alone and nearly got lost because I missed one intersection exiting SPRINT. Thank God I'm smart and used an alternative. Driving home was one journey involving three tolls. Good thing I brought along mum's touch and go so that I wouldn't be the one paying. One word of advise: It's super unwise to drive from Bandar Sri Damansara to Mid Valley, ALONE. A train ride just costs RM1.60. Anyhow, Despicable Me was great, in 3D, especially with dudes I've not met in years. So, I don't regret travelling at all=) though I'd prefer one u next time.
By the way, I'm a student volunteer in LAWASIA. So stay tuned for pics and events. More to come=)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The Moot Post Mortem
I don't know how to properly say this. I had deleted so many entries again and again.
What happened this evening was, we lost the moot. I was upset and disappointed and it's totally normal to feel so, being we had already invested effort and time in it. Firstly, I was upset because I felt that my best wasn't good enough. I could do this better, and if I had lost in such circumstances, I would not be this disappointed. Albeit all the formal: " Never mind, you are already good. You did your best and take this as an experience." speech, I was hoping just anyone, anyone apart from my moot partner, to feel for me, to carry my emotions, and to understand how I had felt and why my disappointment was of such. Though you can say like: " Oh being upset is useless because you did lose." or " So what if you lose, buckle up and do better next year." I know that yes, I should stop mourning and whining about losing and start growing up. And yes, please also be understandable that the taste of failure isn't nice. It's more bitter than I've thought. I know that doing so wouldn't change anything. It is easier said than done. I thought I can be strong and I can move on. But I cannot. I felt I had let myself down, I had failed the expectations of my fellow peers, I had not been the best partner for my partner. I would want someone to feel me. Because I am tired in indulging in disappointment, nor I would like to hear anyone just saying how is this going to change anything. Yes, time would never rewind. I just need someone to hold my hand and tell me: "Yes, yes, this is bad. I understand this. Everything is gonna be fine. Everything is going to be okay." It's this simple, yet, nobody told me. No one.
Secondly I was upset because I felt there was no one there to console me after I had lost. This may be a very selfish thought, but regardless, I felt unappreciated and unimportant at that very moment. I was upset and I was unhappy, and people can be worrying about lunch and company and whatever else. Taking no notice of my feelings. I needed attention and I received none. And of all assistance that I had paid, I get no favour in return. I am not demanding for anything else, just a moment of company, a little bit more attention could had made me felt better. But I was subsidiary as lunch was so important at that time. Like whatever. Perhaps I may be sounding all fucked up but insensitivity is intolerable this time. I was furious and I was on verge of tears. Maybe people may think I can sort this out, I am independent but in times like this, I need assurance and encouragement and all that I know was being let down by people, again and again. This moot is very important to me, and yet, being so insensitive here, it's like, sigh. Things would have be better if something more was done. I wouldn't be feeling so sucky right now with this total fucked up mood right now. I would have known, I would have been consoled, encouraged, appreciated, recognised and respected. All I know now is that I am alone, moping round a fallen battle, unseen and unknown.
Nobody likes the feeling of failure. I will be better and I will be mooting next year, definitely. I would be better and more prepared. This mooting journey had set me and my partner in a roller coaster ride of a near litigation experience, really, one heck of an experience. I grew and I learned in the process. I gained an experience like no one else, I do thank God for showing the way as always. Sue Ann, my moot partner for everything. Cai Lee, Mich, Pek Kwan, Henry for encouragement and advices, and listening to me rant. Fellow mooting teams for everything. Some people here and there for help and support. I have realised one thing that, in anything I do, I have to give in my best and regardless the results, I would be glad because the journey was a fulfilling one. For now, I can concentrate back on my studies again and yes, I'm so gonna do this again.
What happened this evening was, we lost the moot. I was upset and disappointed and it's totally normal to feel so, being we had already invested effort and time in it. Firstly, I was upset because I felt that my best wasn't good enough. I could do this better, and if I had lost in such circumstances, I would not be this disappointed. Albeit all the formal: " Never mind, you are already good. You did your best and take this as an experience." speech, I was hoping just anyone, anyone apart from my moot partner, to feel for me, to carry my emotions, and to understand how I had felt and why my disappointment was of such. Though you can say like: " Oh being upset is useless because you did lose." or " So what if you lose, buckle up and do better next year." I know that yes, I should stop mourning and whining about losing and start growing up. And yes, please also be understandable that the taste of failure isn't nice. It's more bitter than I've thought. I know that doing so wouldn't change anything. It is easier said than done. I thought I can be strong and I can move on. But I cannot. I felt I had let myself down, I had failed the expectations of my fellow peers, I had not been the best partner for my partner. I would want someone to feel me. Because I am tired in indulging in disappointment, nor I would like to hear anyone just saying how is this going to change anything. Yes, time would never rewind. I just need someone to hold my hand and tell me: "Yes, yes, this is bad. I understand this. Everything is gonna be fine. Everything is going to be okay." It's this simple, yet, nobody told me. No one.
Secondly I was upset because I felt there was no one there to console me after I had lost. This may be a very selfish thought, but regardless, I felt unappreciated and unimportant at that very moment. I was upset and I was unhappy, and people can be worrying about lunch and company and whatever else. Taking no notice of my feelings. I needed attention and I received none. And of all assistance that I had paid, I get no favour in return. I am not demanding for anything else, just a moment of company, a little bit more attention could had made me felt better. But I was subsidiary as lunch was so important at that time. Like whatever. Perhaps I may be sounding all fucked up but insensitivity is intolerable this time. I was furious and I was on verge of tears. Maybe people may think I can sort this out, I am independent but in times like this, I need assurance and encouragement and all that I know was being let down by people, again and again. This moot is very important to me, and yet, being so insensitive here, it's like, sigh. Things would have be better if something more was done. I wouldn't be feeling so sucky right now with this total fucked up mood right now. I would have known, I would have been consoled, encouraged, appreciated, recognised and respected. All I know now is that I am alone, moping round a fallen battle, unseen and unknown.
Nobody likes the feeling of failure. I will be better and I will be mooting next year, definitely. I would be better and more prepared. This mooting journey had set me and my partner in a roller coaster ride of a near litigation experience, really, one heck of an experience. I grew and I learned in the process. I gained an experience like no one else, I do thank God for showing the way as always. Sue Ann, my moot partner for everything. Cai Lee, Mich, Pek Kwan, Henry for encouragement and advices, and listening to me rant. Fellow mooting teams for everything. Some people here and there for help and support. I have realised one thing that, in anything I do, I have to give in my best and regardless the results, I would be glad because the journey was a fulfilling one. For now, I can concentrate back on my studies again and yes, I'm so gonna do this again.
Friday, February 6, 2009
My Teaching Job
Today marks the last day of my temporary teacher's job at Sekolah Sri Bestari. I've been carrying the title as MISS HEE (cough, cough) for one month, exactly one month and phew, just everybody stand up and feel the weirdness of people addressing you as a teacher...
Ask the question:
1.Why teacher?
Education runs in the blood of my family. I've got a private tutor mum (part time), an aunt who runs a kindergarten, cousins who teaches music and tuition, an uncle who is a retired principal, an uncle who runs a music centre...And besides, I've heard that after Form 6, if you apply to be a teacher, you enjoy a lot of benefits such as short working hours and abundant holidays in line. And plus the pay is expected to be high. Plus teaching is no stranger to me. I've been a tuition teacher and kindergarten teacher before.
2. Why Sekolah Sri Besatri?
Ask why private school instead of Chinese Government schools, because you know that Chinese Schools pay high salary. And it seems from centuries ago there is always been shortage for teachers. Well, I did apply for Government school as GSTT but too bad the school doesn't want me (for whatever reason). And it's a myth that says that there's a constant shortage of teachers because almost every school we've asked had already enough teachers. And they do not pay high, because as a GSTT, the money is fixed by the government not the school, approximately 1200 per month plus benefits (EPF, SOSCO, Medical panel). Well, looks inviting, but they did not hire me. Therefore I went SSB since they need a Temporary teacher. (Note: Temporary teacher and GSTT are different in the case that the former gets daily wages without benefits while the latter gets monthly pay with benefits)
3. The job?
Routine.
PJK: Go feild. Run, pant, sweat. (go back office makan)
English: Scream at 4C. (go back office with sore throat)
Mandarin: Copy on board. Read, mark exercise. (go back office type Daily Lesson Plan)
Computer: Distribute task, sit down, shake legs. (go back office shake legs again)
Maths: Rush 2A and 3C to hurry up. (go back office mark books)
*between lessons there're a lot of free blank periods for me to sit and online, read books, magazines, listen to music. I don't understand why other teachers were so busy, but I seem pretty relaxed, even with the workload.
4. The pay?
RM70 per day. Working hours is from 8 to 4.
5. The environment?
Okay. I was very furious at first when I arrived that they did not have a table for me and gave me the reason that I've reported in late. I just merely think that they just want to save the trouble of preparing the table for me because I am temporary. SHEESH...UNFAIR! So for the first two weeks I was really grumpy and in a bad mood because I'm in an nonconducting environment, and HELLO, how am I supposed to perform well?
They gave me this table at first. The shared printer table. And I had a book's free space, and ten people asking me to tumpang lalu every ten minutes.
Then, they shifted me here. The cutter and laminating table. And this is better because Paramjit talks with me all the time, but I still hated the minimum space.
Finally, Kok, the teacher I'm replacing came back. So they beria-ia found one desk for her. (sarcastic-nya. As if I'm not a teacher), so I sat on her place for a day. Eventhough it's in front of the main switch, but it's secluded, and privacy is excellent. Darn I enjoyed one day of peace there~
Then, upon Kok's return, I was shifted to another table, Lee's table, the teacher I replaced for one week. And that's the table I sat until today.
Nay~I'm not demanding too much. I'm okay with the job, the demand, the workload, the responsibility. Anything. Just, show some respect and appreciation for your teachers. By showing her the care and rights she ought to have. Even she's temporary~
6. The students?
They're just kids. Even the Year 6 ones are just kids, even they insist that they've already grown up. (or they think they've already grown up) Session 1 students are better because you can just scare them using scoldings and threatening them with their parents or the principal, or in rare cases, the police...LOL. Session 2 are more difficult because they don't give a damn about what you scream because they know you can do nothing to them. So have to use a lot of psychological approach.
The Year 2 kids I taught.
7. The school?
Okay. Let picture say.
The lockers in the class. The table there is just a student's place where he forgot to bring his book(3 times in a row), so I blasted on the spot and pulled him together with his seat and told him to sit at the back of the classroom for the remaining of the lesson.
Hallway.
Classroom.
School compound.
8. The staff?
They're nice people who are easy going and fun. Because most of the teachers are young and there will be no much generation gap. So actually I can talk about almost anything with most of them. Even I regard myself as very quiet there, but I do like their presence as they gave me a lot of guidance and advices about anything: duties, teaching methods, career prospects...So nice. Well, I do sure will miss them.
One of them gave me chocolates to farewell me. I gave her my telephone number.
Evil me right? But I lub all the teachers there!
So today, my last day, just have a glimpse of everything.
My table: always with a mug, a stack of books, and my MP4 player. I'm known as ulat buku there. And a photo of my friends, just to remind me that, I'm not alone in this working world.
The stack of activity books I have been marking for 2 days. Dozed off and marked wrongly...even marked the teacher's copy by accident.
Whack the table until the feather duster turned U shape.
Punch card. Everytime balik sure have a line there to punch out asap.
I sure will miss there a lot~
Ask the question:
1.Why teacher?
Education runs in the blood of my family. I've got a private tutor mum (part time), an aunt who runs a kindergarten, cousins who teaches music and tuition, an uncle who is a retired principal, an uncle who runs a music centre...And besides, I've heard that after Form 6, if you apply to be a teacher, you enjoy a lot of benefits such as short working hours and abundant holidays in line. And plus the pay is expected to be high. Plus teaching is no stranger to me. I've been a tuition teacher and kindergarten teacher before.
2. Why Sekolah Sri Besatri?
Ask why private school instead of Chinese Government schools, because you know that Chinese Schools pay high salary. And it seems from centuries ago there is always been shortage for teachers. Well, I did apply for Government school as GSTT but too bad the school doesn't want me (for whatever reason). And it's a myth that says that there's a constant shortage of teachers because almost every school we've asked had already enough teachers. And they do not pay high, because as a GSTT, the money is fixed by the government not the school, approximately 1200 per month plus benefits (EPF, SOSCO, Medical panel). Well, looks inviting, but they did not hire me. Therefore I went SSB since they need a Temporary teacher. (Note: Temporary teacher and GSTT are different in the case that the former gets daily wages without benefits while the latter gets monthly pay with benefits)
3. The job?
Routine.
PJK: Go feild. Run, pant, sweat. (go back office makan)
English: Scream at 4C. (go back office with sore throat)
Mandarin: Copy on board. Read, mark exercise. (go back office type Daily Lesson Plan)
Computer: Distribute task, sit down, shake legs. (go back office shake legs again)
Maths: Rush 2A and 3C to hurry up. (go back office mark books)
*between lessons there're a lot of free blank periods for me to sit and online, read books, magazines, listen to music. I don't understand why other teachers were so busy, but I seem pretty relaxed, even with the workload.
4. The pay?
RM70 per day. Working hours is from 8 to 4.
5. The environment?
Okay. I was very furious at first when I arrived that they did not have a table for me and gave me the reason that I've reported in late. I just merely think that they just want to save the trouble of preparing the table for me because I am temporary. SHEESH...UNFAIR! So for the first two weeks I was really grumpy and in a bad mood because I'm in an nonconducting environment, and HELLO, how am I supposed to perform well?
They gave me this table at first. The shared printer table. And I had a book's free space, and ten people asking me to tumpang lalu every ten minutes.
Then, they shifted me here. The cutter and laminating table. And this is better because Paramjit talks with me all the time, but I still hated the minimum space.
Finally, Kok, the teacher I'm replacing came back. So they beria-ia found one desk for her. (sarcastic-nya. As if I'm not a teacher), so I sat on her place for a day. Eventhough it's in front of the main switch, but it's secluded, and privacy is excellent. Darn I enjoyed one day of peace there~
Then, upon Kok's return, I was shifted to another table, Lee's table, the teacher I replaced for one week. And that's the table I sat until today.
Nay~I'm not demanding too much. I'm okay with the job, the demand, the workload, the responsibility. Anything. Just, show some respect and appreciation for your teachers. By showing her the care and rights she ought to have. Even she's temporary~
6. The students?
They're just kids. Even the Year 6 ones are just kids, even they insist that they've already grown up. (or they think they've already grown up) Session 1 students are better because you can just scare them using scoldings and threatening them with their parents or the principal, or in rare cases, the police...LOL. Session 2 are more difficult because they don't give a damn about what you scream because they know you can do nothing to them. So have to use a lot of psychological approach.
The Year 2 kids I taught.
7. The school?
Okay. Let picture say.
The lockers in the class. The table there is just a student's place where he forgot to bring his book(3 times in a row), so I blasted on the spot and pulled him together with his seat and told him to sit at the back of the classroom for the remaining of the lesson.
Hallway.
Classroom.
School compound.
8. The staff?
They're nice people who are easy going and fun. Because most of the teachers are young and there will be no much generation gap. So actually I can talk about almost anything with most of them. Even I regard myself as very quiet there, but I do like their presence as they gave me a lot of guidance and advices about anything: duties, teaching methods, career prospects...So nice. Well, I do sure will miss them.
One of them gave me chocolates to farewell me. I gave her my telephone number.
Evil me right? But I lub all the teachers there!
So today, my last day, just have a glimpse of everything.
My table: always with a mug, a stack of books, and my MP4 player. I'm known as ulat buku there. And a photo of my friends, just to remind me that, I'm not alone in this working world.
The stack of activity books I have been marking for 2 days. Dozed off and marked wrongly...even marked the teacher's copy by accident.
Whack the table until the feather duster turned U shape.
Punch card. Everytime balik sure have a line there to punch out asap.
I sure will miss there a lot~
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