He Graduated!

After three years in kindie, Irfan would be joining Year One next year, and the whole school knew it. Even the Principal came of to talk to Anita as she already knew of Idlan.

On the last day on kindergarten, the children were celebrated with a scroll-giving ceremony, with all its pomp. I actually managed to attend as I reshuffled my clinic schedule to start a bit later.

Irfan's graduation ceremony started at 8.30, and after the speeches, hey went straight for the scrolls. The show and singing came later, giving the opportunity for the working parents to slip out early.

Irfan with his scrollIt was fair to say that Idlan was boredThe event started with a procession, followed by speech by the School Chairman and the Principal. Next came the choir, before the children were introduced on stage. They lined up one by one, remembering to thank the Chairman and bowed. Those from Years One to Three were also there in the audience, meaning that Idlan was there to see his brother. The ceremony was done by 9.15, and I was already in the ward for the rounds by 9.45. Perfect timing.

Anita stayed for the Teachers and Parents meeting later.

Time for Uploading

After a couple of full days of photo taking, post-editing came as a drag. Even though I have the routine sorted out, it was the upload onto the server later on which could take some time. Usually Sunday morning would be the best time, but loading up almost 200MB of data on a slow broadband connection from the Gombak home - the apartment had 30Gb - took a bit longer usually.

The main photographs were from the Urbanscapes outing yesterday afternoon. I have yet to find time to blog about that. Maybe I would do that some time thins afternoon. As for now, it was time for breakfast, and Sunday morning rounds.

Is This Lame?

I was sure that plenty of you would have received these SMSes lately. For me, I was getting them at least once a week. Initially, I thought it was just a random thing, but after a while, it started to become a pain.

I know when it was nearing election time, the pelican parties would do their best to win votes. But this is rather lame, nice the parties from both sides had not ally been covering themselves in glory as far as championing Rakyat's causes were concerned. I was sure that some crony was making tons of cash from these SMSes. All at Rakyat's expense. And the sad thing was, there was no such thing as opting out here.

I wish that this could stop. Responding to the messages would just encourage more of these. A good incentive would be to get RM10 credit on the phone bill every time we get this messages. If that was the case, I would volunteer them to SMS me on my data line. I would get free Internet then ..... I could but wish ..... As it stood, the messages were getting annoying by the day. The message I received today definitely got the cake ..... Just read at how lame it sounded. Facepalm!

Am I Going Mad?

I'm glad that I do not have to go to school at this age.

I pity my children. They were burdened with exams from such young age. Look at Irfan. He is six, just done with his kindergarten. He had an exam at the end of it. And guess what, there were pressure on him to do well by a certain member of the family. Poor boy is only six for God's sake. And some of his classmates had been going to tuition since last year. We're talking starting at five years of age. To get them into the habit of studying? I hope not! I went to Med School because I like Medicine. Not because I like to read. I listen to books rather than read.

Then, there is the elder, Idlan. In Year Two. He did fine in the exam, but his Bahasa Malaysia was not the best. And he was given an essay to write? Have mercy. He speaks pristine English. In fact, his English is better than mine. He knows more Science and Maths than when I was at his age. The amount of pressure for him to do well was enormous. He got all A's apart from his Bahasa. I was more than happy. Unfortunately not for everyone.

When I was a Faculty Member at Universiti Malaya, I found hard to make sure that we have an interview on all the candidates coming into Medical School. I did when I went to Med School. And all I needed to get in was 3 B's in A level. But you have to have a certain soft skill to get in. That is more important than getting straight A's in my opinion. The ones which got all A's did not necessary became good Doctors, Engineers or Lawyers. They were just better at getting better grades in exams. I want people to get further educations because they wanted to, not because society tells them that they have to.

I tried hard not to emphasise exams on my boys. At a young age, they already had SIX assessment per year! SIX bloody assessment. I would go mad if I had to go through all that ....... In fact, I go mad just thinking about it ......

Three Years

I have always thought that sites such as FourSquare and Go walla would gain in value with time. So was my blog. When we look back, it formed a diary for me. I could catch up on old photographs in context. Which is different from looking at photographs in isolation.

So, when I checked into FourSquare earlier in the week, I was surprised to learned that I had been a subscriber for three years. There is a lot of data in there. I wished that it does a lot on the data for the user though. But in the meantime, let's see what I was doing two years ago .....