Reverse Psychology

The teacher of this school is a good counselor . He always gave very enlightening motivational talks.

What make me ponder was the topic of his motivational talk on smoking.

“Students, how many of you are smoking?”

None put up their hands.

“OK, I am going to give you a piece of paper. Tick (/) if you smoke and (X) if you don’t.”

Out of the 158 students, 98 ticked (/). That constitute more than 50% of the Form Four students. All boys.

“Why do you think, your principal, your teachers, your parents scolded you if you smoked? Tell me why are they angry?”

The students answered: It’s a waste of money. Health reasons. Too young.

“No,” the counselor told the boys.

“The reason why teachers and parents don’t want you to smoke is because of WHO YOU ARE.”

“What do you mean, teacher?”

“If you‘re a doctor, a lawyer , a diplomat or a politician, will your father get angry or scolded you for smoking?”

“No, sir.”

“So why don’t you stop smoking now and start smoking when you are somebody, so that nobody will scold you for smoking. What do you think?”

Ponder.

CIKGUTANYA: Is it reverse psychology?

Naive?

When I was in all girl school as a Principal, my teachers organized a trip to Taman Negara (National Park) in Pahang. Two bus load of city girls went.

We reached Taman Negara (National Park) at 5.30 in the evening. Priority one was, we must put up tents immediately before dark. Briefing was scheduled at 7.00 o’clock just before dinner.

During briefing the first notification to all members was:

Do not make noise because it will chase away the animal.

After dinner, everybody was in their tents to rest after a long day journey. The environment was quiet and full of tranquility.

At 9.30 pm three girls came to our tent telling us that four wild boars had ripped apart their tent and ate all the food that they brought from home.

I asked them, “Why didn’t you chase the wild boars away by yelling , clapping or screaming?”

One of the girl told me, “ When the briefing was given, we were reminded not to make any noise so we just look at the boar eating. We just follow what was told to us!”

I am stunt and lost for words.

CIKGUTANYA: Am I wrong or the girls just plain naïve?

Understand

My sister-in-law was posted to a remote school. The students have only very basic knowledge of English.

It is a culture for students to stand and greet the teacher when the teacher walks into the class to teach.

“Good morning/good evening teacher.”

They will stand again when the teacher is ready to leave the class when lesson ends and say “ Thank you teacher”.

As a teacher and teaching English subject, my sister-in-law wants to make sure the student can absorb what she’s teaching.

On the first day of teaching after finishing one lesson, she asked the students,

“Students , do you understand me?”

The whole class stand up and say, “Thank you teacher”.

My sister-in-law ask them to sit and asked them again ,

“Do you understand”.

Again the students stand up and say, “Thank you teacher”.

Then it struck her of what happened. To the students, once they heard the word “stand” they will stand and wish the teacher.

My sister-in-law then started giving them extra class

Results:

Two of her students (after six years of extra teaching) was sent to London to further their studies on government scholarship. She sent them to the airport feeling happy and proud.

CIKGUTANYA: If the two boys read this blog, BRAVO!!

Age Is No Barrier

This lady teacher just graduated from the university. She was then 23 years old.

The boy was in form four and only 16 years of age.

The different of age is six years.

I was teaching the boy history and this lady teacher was teaching him mathematics .

Soon after completing school , he joined the army and was commissioned as a lieutenant.

They keep on contacting each other . He regarded her as his sister and she regarded him as his brother. Both their family know each other well.

He got engaged three times but broke off all the time.

One day while driving in the city with him, the lady teacher asked him “You listen here, you have already been engaged three times. There’s a lot of money to spent on those three occasions. What do you really want?”

“I am not in love with any of those women. I am in love with someone else for so long” said the boy, now a man.

“ OK , tell me who she is , so that we can go with your family to ask for her hand in marriage”

“ It’s YOU!” was the spontaneous answer.

On hearing that, she lost control of the car and “dum“. She hit the retaining wall of the road. Luckily , it was just a small dent but her shocked was really gigantic.

Six months later , I was invited and I went to their wedding.

Now they have four children. Two handsome boys and two lovely girls. She is now 53 years old and he is 48 years old. They both look about the same age.

CIKGU TANYA: Age is only numbers. Agree?

Wonder of Love

Both were in the Sixth Form (18 years old already). The girl loves the boy and the boy loves the girl.

They were in love. I taught them history in class.

The girl sat at the back of the class just one table away from the boy while the boy sat in front.

Whenever I was in the class teaching them, he will shift his chair, to face the girl. They will gaze at each other oblivious of their surroundings.

I was fuming with anger because of their behavior . I usually reprimanded them but to no avail. I tried changing their seating arrangement but nothing can stop them. They still do it. Rather than wasting my time reprimanding them , I just carry on teaching the rest of the class.

After finishing school, I heard that they broke off their relationship. Both got into a new relationship.

Final Scenario: 1991 – 1992 - Form Sixth, 1993-1999 – broke off.

SUPRISE , SURPRISE , SURPRISE

2000 – They met again and got married.

CIKGUTANYA : Oh my gosh, crazy , crazy , crazy but love will make people do all sort of crazy thing.

Confused

I was in this school for a number of years.

This is a pitiful story of a boy who was born with two genitals. A boy and a girl also known as “khunsa”.

At the age of six , the father decided the child should be a boy. He asked for the doctor to operate on the boy. The doctor advised him to wait until the child is 12 then it will be easier to determine his sex inclination. But he went against the doctor’s advise.

The father named the child with a boy’s name, clothed him as a boy etc. The child is being treated as a boy, played with boys and do all things that boys normally would do.

But at the age of 13 , “his” breast started to grow.

The boy is now very confused. He was trained and treated to be a boy but instead “his” body and his hormone is of a girl.

One day, the discipline teacher caught him playing cards with his friend (all boys) in the far corner of the school behind the store. The father was called to school.

When the father came, he hit the boy, step on him and slapped him. He was big. We managed to stop him from killing the boy.

He then told us, “This boy is a jinx to our family. He was born with two genitals , I asked the doctor to operate on him so that he can be a boy but now his body is of a girl. I wish him dead!”

And he walked off.

I met this boy again some years ago . He was working as an office-boy/dispatcher in one of the office in the city. He is still a boy with a body of a girl. He hide it by wearing baggy clothing. His father disowned him and now he stays with his auntie .

He then told me, “ Teacher, I never asked to be born this way. It is not my fault, but why am I being punished?”

CIKGUTANYA: I can only symphatised him. What would you do?

The Driver's Luck

The girl was sweating although it was cold – it was raining heavily outside. The mother was blabbering to me about her daughter’s misbehavior. She used to skip school, get up late in the morning and many more acts of misbehaving.

I know that the girl was hiding something. I call the school’s counselor to talk to the girl while I continue talking to the mother.

20 minutes later , the school’s counselor sentme a small note with a big “X” on it.

“X” means a big case. I asked the mother to go home first. I told her I would call her later after I had finished my job. She gladly agreed and told me to do my best.

I met my counselor to get to the details. My counselor then told me that the girl was “PREGNANT.”

Background of the girl:

She is the first’s daughter of a VIP and his working wife. They live in a very big bungalow in town. A driver was hired to sent and fetch the children to and from school. However the daughter got into a love affair with the driver.

The school counselor and I then took the girl to a clinic for a medical check.

Sure enough she was ten weeks pregnant.

We went to her house and told her mother about it. She didn’t believe us until we showed her the medical report from the doctor.

We then excused ourselves.

Two weeks later, we received an invitation card to a wedding.

It was a wedding of the girl and the driver.

We (The school counselor and I) went to the wedding. It was an elaborate wedding with the beat of the kompang (drum) , beautifully decorated dais for the bride and groom , the food was awesome and plentiful, the girl was beautifully dressed, the groom aka the driver was very handsome and elegant wearing his suit, the cake , in short everything was superb.

The husband (driver) is now a chairman of a small company established by the father-in-law with a group of good staff and managers to run it. The driver (son in law ) is having his own driver now. The girl quit school and now they have two lovely daughters.

CIKGUTANYA : What luck!

Make Hay While the Sun Shines

I called him “Boy” . A nice boy. Whenever I am in his class teaching , he always said this to me.

“Teacher, I am not smart , I am not intelligent, I am a below average boy academically. I don’t know what I am going to be in the future . I don’t even know what to do once I am out of school.”

I gave him this advise, “Boy, whatever happens always remember even though you are below average academically, even though you might fail your public exam always remember that you must not fail in life. You must know how to live , make the best out of your life.”

I met him 7 years later in one of the biggest supermarket in town. He looked very smart. He is the supervisor at the supermarket. He was very happy to see me. I asked him about his career, his life and his family.

He told me,” Teacher, I will never forget your advise about life . I am having a wonderful life. You know, 4 years ago I got engaged to my village chief’s daughter. The father asked for RM 5,000 (Ringgit Malaysia Five Thousand) in dowry. I obliged them.”

But as it is customary among the Malays (an ethnic in Malaysia ) that if the boy breaks the engagement all the money will be forfeited and kept by the girl’s side. But if the girl breaks the engagement she must return double the amount to the boy. In his case, the girl got another boyfriend and she broke off the engagement , so instead of RM 5,000 he got RM 10,000.

“I know how to live and make the best out of my life as you advised me. I am engaged to another girl now, so just wait and see what happened. If she rejected me, I will be sad but at the same time I will be making more money.”

I was aghast because my advised was not meant to be that.

I don’t think I can sleep well tonight with that thought.

See you..

The Young Flasher

I was posted to an all boys school for two years. It was awesome. But I liked it so much because of the challenges that lies ahead of me.

One case that I will never forget till the day I die is like this.

This boy is in the Form One (Secondary School). Let us call him Fafa (not his real name). He is 13 years old but had a body of a 16 year old boy. He is fair , quiet and not well liked in school.

One day , a small boy from the same class of Form One , came to me and told me a shocking story about Fafa.

“Teacher , I am so scared of him . He always asked me to follow him to the toilet. Whenever I go to the toilet he would follow me.”

CIKGU TANYA : "What’s wrong about that? Maybe he just want to be your friend?"

The boy told me , “Teacher, nothing is wrong like that, but he always ask us (his peers in class) whether we want to see him perform magic. If we say 'yes', he will unzipped his pants and show us his private part . And the magic is, he will knock his hardened penis on the table. Teacher, we are all very scared of him.”

It seems this had been going on for the pass two months and I was not notified.

I was shocked. I had a meeting with the class teacher, the discipline teacher and the senior assistant for students affair. We discussed in detail regarding the report. The decision made was to call the boy's father.

He came to school the next morning.

When we told him about what happened , his remark was very shocking.

"So what is so wrong about showing it especially to the boys , even if he showed it to the girl. It is okay just to make the girl be familiar with it.”

I the contacted Officer In Charge of Police District (OCPD) for advise. I also contacted a lawyer for advise. Both told me that I should make a police report to protect the school and me. Reason be , if the boy should sodomised any of the boys in school and the victim made a police report, the school and I will be in trouble because I was having the knowledge of his misbehavior in class.

I did as advised.

The father was very unhappy about it. He accused me of being unfair to his son.

The son was the put under the supervision of a counselor.

His father the transferred Fafa to another school but he will be still under supervision of a counselor.

So far no reports on Fafa.

Bye and see u tomorrow.

The Young Flasher

I am back from the cave.. wuishhhh..

I was posted for two years to an all boys school. It was awesome. But I like it so much because of the challenges that was ahead.

One situation that I will not forget till the day I die is like this.

This boy is in the class of Form One (Secondary School). Let call him Fafa (not his real name). He is 13 years old but had a body of a 16 year old boy. He is fair , quiet and not well liked in school.

One day , a smaller boy from the same class of Form One , came to me and reported to me about Fafa.

“Teacher , I am so scared of him . He always asked me to follow him to the toilet. Whenever I go to toilet he would follow me.”

CIKGU TANYA : "What’s wrong about it ? Maybe he just want to be your friend?"

“Teacher, nothing is wrong but he always asked us (his peers) whether we want to see him perform magic. If we say 'yes , he will unzipped his pants and show us his private part . And the magic is he will knocked his hardened penis on the table . Teacher , we are all very scared of him”

It’s seemed this had been going on for the passed two month and nobody notified me.

I am shocked. I had a meeting with the class teacher, the discipline teacher and the senior assistant students affair. We discussed in detail regarding the matter. The decision was to call the boy father . He came the next morning. When we told him about what happened , his remark was , “ So what so wrong about showing it especially to the boys , even if he showed it to the girl , it is ok just to make the girl be familiar with it”

I contacted The District Police Chief Officer for advised . I contacted a Lawyer firm for advised . Both telling me that I should make a police report to protect me. Reason be , if the boy sodomised any of the boy and police report will be made by the parent , I’ll be in trouble because I am in the knowledge of his misbehavior in class. I did as advised.

The father was very unhappy about it . He accused me of being unfair.

The son was put under the supervision of a counselor .

His father transferred Fafa to another school but he will be still under supervision of a counselor

Bye and see u tomorrow .

Late To School

The other son of mine – took his SPM about six years ago.

Three months later the result was announced. He went alone to the school to get his result as he don't want me to follow.

As a good mother , I called him to find out how he fared in the exam.

“Sayang (My dear) what do you get for your SPM ( Malaysian Certificate of Education)

“Mama , I managed to get 5 A’s , 2 B’s and 1 C”

I asked him , “ Why 5 A’s and not 9 A’s ? ”

He said, “ I went to get my result from the the school a little late , so all the A’s had been taken away by the other students. I should have gone earlier to get it. Sorry mama no more A's left behind.”

How funny.

Anyway, I still love him. He is the apple of my eyes.

He is currently doing his Diploma course in Computer Science in one of the local universities and i wish him well and future success.

Wealthy Boy 2

Continued from last post.

“Did your mother know about your activities”

“No, she thought,I did some part time job in an IT company.”

“How do you explained to your mother about the Mercedes?”

“I told her it’s my boss’s car. He asked me to take care of the car as he is now overseas. As a gigolo, I’m being kept for a month or two and paid handsomely. I am happy, she is happy”

CIKGUTANYA; I don’t judge people , but I advise him to think about his life.

I met him some time ago at a coffee outlet in town.

He paid for my coffee.

He told me that he stopped being a gigolo after his studies in one of the local private college. Now he is happily married with one child.

Having a well paid job in a American owned company.

CIKGUTANYA: I wonder who is the wife of this company’s CEO. Boy be good!

Wealthy Boy

What do you think if I say, I met a gigolo out of a Form Four student (16 years old ) during my career as a teacher.

I noticed something interesting about this boy.

He wore designer watch – Rolex. (in my mind it’s fake from Petaling Street).

He drove a Mercedes (in my mind it’s his father’s).

His school bag – made of leather (in my mind it’s fake also from Petaling Street).

His shoes – was branded – (still in my mind , all fake maybe from Thailand).

A few months later I managed to get closer to him and dared to ask him about the autheticity of his possession. Busy body of me. He told me everything was his and genuine. He even showed me the certificate of genuiness for his watch and his diamond ring.

“What about the Mercedes car. Is it yours?”

“No” he said

He continues “ I’m living with my mum – a single mum. My father divorced my mother five years ago when I was 11. My mother took care of me and the family. She’s the only breadwinner of the family and I love her very much. And I feel that I need to help her.”

“How.”

“I’m became a gigolo”

I nearly fall off my chair. But to tell you the truth, although he was only 16 at that time, he was a hunk with good bodyfeature and a handsome face.

“A gigolo. To whom?”

“To all the lonely women and wives out there.”

“How was your modus-operandi?”

“I usually go to the shopping centre of the rich.”

“How do you get your client”

”I looked at their handbags and I will know whether they are rich or not and it all started from there.”

Yawn …. I am sleepy . see you tomorrow and I will continue

Continue Monday... be away to remote areas where internet is like Startrek.

New Karaoke Set

There was this boy who studied in Form Six. If he passed his STPM (Malaysian High School Certificate or HSC) he can get a place in the university to further his studies.

Let us call him Aziz (not his real name). In order to further his studies in the public university, Aziz must get four or five Principal passes for his STPM. But Aziz only managed to get three Principal passes. With that, he cannot get a place in the public universities. But, he can continue his studies if he enroll in any of the private colleges in Malaysia.

He asked his mother and father to support him while he studies in the private college, but his mother and father rejected his plea. He came to me and asked me to help him to persuade his parents for support. I did just that.

I went to his parent’s house and talk to them. Their house is quite decent, big with a big television set, his mother wore diamond earring, diamond ring and bracelets and she was really beautiful. When I told them to help their son to further his studies, their comment was,

“Teacher if I spent my money on him which is RM 250 (Ringgit Malaysia Two hundred fifty) a month and then he fails, we will lose our money. RM 250 multiply 36 months (3 years) and all other fees, it will be about RM20,000. I can buy a new karaoke set and my wife will be able to buy more gold for herself.’

I was shocked.

I had to break the bad news to the boy, I can see that he is very frustrated.

However, he managed to get a job in a bank. And with his monthly pay he managed to gain entry into the local university night classes, but it will be six years before he can get his degree.

This boy is very persistent. He graduated after six years and was promoted as an assistant manager in the bank. He got married, bought a car and got a son. He visited his mother once a month.

I bumped into his mother recently and she complained to me that her son only visited her once a month. Never give her money, only buys enough food to eat whenever he came to her house.

I felt like giving her a piece of my mind. But I just zipped my mouth and flashed off in front of her the way she behaved when I asked for her to support her son when he wanted her help in order to study.

Some parents just like to reap the harvest but never wanted to toil the soil.

Tsk …tsk …tsk.

Single Mother

A friend of mine is also a teacher. She became a single mother with a daughter and two sons.

Even though she’s a single mother, she really work hard and take care of her children to the best of her ability. She is charming, slim, sexy, well-dressed and well-liked by many of the opposite sex. They try their luck to win her heart. Woo her out. Sometimes she went out with her male friends for dinner, lunch or movie.

Her two boys didn’t care much of what happen in their mother’s personal life. Somehow the girl was very much disturbed. She always complained about her mother to me.

I asked her what she really wants from her mother or what she wanted her mother to be.

“Why can’t my mother be like any other mother. Be on the plump side, dress like a mother, wear baggy dresses, no make up or just a brush of lipstick. Go to school, teach and then be home, cook, be with us and don’t go out with man.”

When I looked at her daughter, I can see that the mother really take good care of her. The daughter was complaining out of spite (I think). In order to let go of herself an as a means of escapism she eat a lot and became fat. Behaved like a tomboy, go against her mother's words and most of all she gave her mother a lot of headache by misbehaving.

She was caught shoplifting in the supermarket. She played truant. She sold off her mother’s jewelleries. One day, she was caught by the police for trying to rob a shop with two of her friends. Her mother refused to bail her out. She was then sent to arehabilitation center for girls.

Once out, she just couldn't be bothered about her mother and vice versa. I asked from my friend and she just told me that she just couldn’t be bothered about her daughter anymore for all the misbehaviour she had done.

My friend was recently married and happy with her new family. Her daughter was also married, working at a local service establishment with two kids. But financially they are not getting enough. The household income is just enough to get by. She often quarrel with her husband and recently she is in the process of getting a divorce.

Sometimes the world is just not being fair.

But who am I to judge.


Bye and see you soon.

Mystery Unsolved

In the school hall during the SPM examination (Malaysian Certificate Examination) some 13 years ago, “boom bang boom bang” was heard while the exam was going on.

It happened about an hour after the examination started. It was the sound of fireworks. Just like a pistol being fired into the hall.

The chief examiner and his assistants were baffled on how it can happen because nobody was seen in examination hall earlier on. Nobody left the room prior to the bang-bang-boom!

However, the examination continued without further incident. But the mystery of who set off the fireworks still remains. It went unsolved.

During one of the school holidays. I managed to gather a few student from yesteryears to my house just to keep me informed of their development in life.

One boy asked me, "Cikgu, you still remember the incident of the fire-crackers in the examination hall?"

I said, "Sure. Lucky the police did not come to investigate for firearms!"

He confessed that day to me that he was the one who did it.

He explained how he managed to do it.

On that day he sneaked into the examination hall/school hall very early in the morning. After the cleaner left the hall he put five mosquito coil and two fire-crackers each at the end of the mosquito coil under the wooden stage in the hall. In about one hour the coil will be fully burned to the end and the fire-crackers will be lighted. It will create a situation of chaos for a while.

The interesting part was, he was also one of the examination candidates. So he cannot be blamed for the mischief.

Anyway, he was a very bright boy. He got 8 A’s for his SPM Examination and managed to further his studies in Computer Engineering and is now working with a bank with a local bank.

CIKGU TANYA comments: What a bright boy would do for fun is always puzzling.... Your comments?

All The Vocabulary

My son took his SPM (Malaysian Certificate of Education) some nine years ago. I didn’t know who is more jittery and scared – the mother or the son.

Three months later the result for the exam was announced. He went alone to the school to get his results as he did not want to be embarrassed should anything happened.

As a mother who is anxious to know his result, I keep on calling him over the mobile.

"Sayang (My dear) what do you get for your SPM (Malaysian Certificate of Education)?"

He told me, "Don’t worry mama, a good son like me will get all the letters in the vocabulary: 5A, 3B , 1C. 1D and 1E."

"Any F's?" I asked him.

"No mama."

"What's the 'E' for? I enquired.

"History."

Am I mad? Would you be mad? Its just like "doesn't make sense". You know what, I am a history teacher and very good at that. How did my son get an "E" for History?

Anyway, I still love him for the achievement in life. He is now furthering his studies – in Engineering. All because his Mathematics , Additional Mathematics , English , and Engineering studies was excellent. He got good grades in his Diploma course and he is now overseas doing a degree course in Engineering.

He is a very good son. He is the sunshine of my life . His laughter makes my day.

Off to sleep...

Succesful Girl

I was also posted to an all girls school. For me it's either boys school or co-ed school, never before an all girls school.

For two weeks I was confused. I founnd it was very difficult to handle the girls as most of my kids are boys. Anyway, in this school I don’t have so much discipline problems but the atmosphere was different.

One case that I came across one day is peculira. This girl (A) always acted as if she’s a boy. Her hair was cut short, and she walked like how a boy would walk. Women use girdle to give their body a curve at the waist but this girl used the girdle at her chest so that her breast will be pressed and cannot be seen.

One day, she wrote a love letter to a junior girl (B). This girl (B) was so scared that she told her class teacher about it.

We investigated and (A) confessed that she wrote the letter. I explained to her that it is not normal for a girl to write a love letter to another girl. She told me that she never wanted to be girl instead, she would like to be a boy.

Her mother was called and she told me that girl (A) , was a very stubborn child. In front of me she (the mother ) cut the girdle and told me the girdle she cut was the 20th girdle she had cut.

The girl was in Form 3 at that time and so her body is growing. I advised the girl that her heart cannot grow if she keep on wearing girdle at her chest because the bone can’t grow and it will be difficult for her heart to grow too. She just ignored me and the mother.

To make sure that girl (A) would not disturb girl(B), the mother requested that her daughter (A) to be transferred to another school preferably to a co-ed school. Reason be so that she could mix with the boys and girls and hope that she will change her ways.


Result.

She changed and now she is working with one child. I met her once in town with her nice dress , high heel and good figure.

Mission accomplished.

Its nice to know that happened.

Rich Boy

Continuation of Boy one.

He still behaved like a girl but not like a transvestite "pondan" kind of way but more of a soft man. After his STPM , he got a job with one of the the local banks. The company then transferred him to their Singapore branch. He came to my house during my open house. He told me that he will be going to the United States to work there.

In 2005 he left for San Francisco to work. He came back for a short while for my Hari Raya open house. He gave me RM 50.00 hari raya gift. Very nice gesture indedd from an ex-student.

Later,a few friends from the school organised a friendly get together and spend a few days in Langkawi Island. The other boys told me how he behaved in Langkawi Island.

On the beach, he will wear a g-string type swim wear. He like to hug the other boys and was very jealous when one of the boys introduced him to his fiancée.

Again in 2009, he came back for the Hari Raya celebration and paid a visit to me.

At this juncture I just couldn’t contained myself anymore, so I bombarded him with a lot of question.

CIKGU TANYA : Frankly, tell me are you gay?

He: Yes, I am.

CIKGU TANYA : Who is then your boyfriend?

He: A very handsome man from Switzerland.(He showed me a photo of him and the boyfriend hugging each other – very cosy).

CIKGU TANYA: Is he rich?

He: Yes, he bought me this car (he showed me the photo of a very sleek sport car and the ownership document).

CIKGU TANYA : What about the house?

He: Yes, we lived together and we bought this house together. He paid the down payment and we shared the monthly payment. Both our names is in the purchase documents.

CIKGU TANYA: Do you sleep with him?

He said : We are just like husband and wife. I played the role of the wife.


Now, I better go to sleep....

Two Boys

Story of two boys.

When they got into form sixth in my school, they were very sissy like.

I talked to them to get details and to counsel them.

Boy one –
He was the sixth child. His siblings are all boys. The mother had high hope that the sixth child will be boy, but unlucky for her, a boy was born. She was unhappy because she bought a lot of baby girl things.

She kept on dressing the boy with girl dresses, play with girls' toys and treated the boy just like a girl. But all the same , she loves him.

Boy two –
Had seven sisters. No boys. He behaved like a girl. Very soft spoken , very girlish .

Both were teased by the other boys in school and out of it.

I managed to get organised a trip to Taman Negara which was sponsored by a former student who was at that time was a manager of a bus company. The trip was for three nights and four days stay at the Taman Negara Park. The bus fare was free. PIBG sponsored the boat ride and camping area. Food was not for free. Every student had to pay RM15.00 for the food.

Four teachers and four former students were assigned to cook breakfast and lunch but dinner must be prepared by the students themselves.

Boy one: –
He went to Taman Negara, well prepared. He brought along four baju melayu to be worn at night. Everybody laughed at him because he brought a big bag of clothings as though he was going to stay in a big hotel for a month.

He was so scared of leeches (pacat) and keep on screaming. Canopy walkway was fun because he was just so scared to walk that everybody like to teased him by rocking the walkway. The way he jungle trekked was amazing. He swayed his hip like a model on the catwalk.

Boy two :–
He is soft but I can see his changes in character when in a formal. He liked the jungle very much. He was not scared of the leech. He joined a group of boys to go fishing. He was quite tough at that time.

What Happened Now:-

Boy one – He still have the girlish (lembut) character, but not in a drag kind of way but more of a soft man. After STPM (Malaysian Higher School Certificate ), he managed to work with one of the local banks. The company then transferred him to Singapore. He came to my house during one of the Hari Raya open house. He told me that he is going to San Francisco to work there. That was 15 years ago. He is now 35

I now heard that he got a boyfriend in San Francisco.

Boy two – He changed :– After leaving school he joined the group of people who liked the mountain and hills in Malaysia. He has climbed Mount Kinabalu (3 times), Mount Senyum, Mount Jerai, Mount Ledang …and many more. He’s a man now – a teacher. (He told me, I was the who inspired him to become a teacher because he liked the way I taught him before). Still a bachelor, “because I don’t have the time, if I have any free time I will go climbing or cycling and no wife would like that”

I have to agree and I am happy for both of them.

Each and everyman have their way of thinking and doing things. Right or wrong.... your guess...

I am sleepy, need to go to sleep.

Bye…Yawn …

Cats or Girl?

There was this boy . He likes talking to girls Always talking about girlie things . He is just a normal boy. Wearing boy clothes but if there was any chance of talking, he will talk about food. He like cooking. The way he cleaned the house, the way he decorate the house is just like a girl or woman way of doing things.

He likes to dance and sing and he have other things too. He also like Cats.

Cats. There’s many of then in the house. I purposely went to his house just to see his cats. Beautiful furry cat. more than 20 cats littering the house.

I talk about this boy behavior to his mother. And his mother did not bother at all.

“Let him be . I don’t have a daughter so he got to help me cooking, cleaning and etc.”

Four years ago, I met him accidently in Kuala Lumpur. He has changed. He wore a choker. A very tight pant and a sleeveless girl t-shirt . He wore very thick make up. The hair on his body was gone . There was two lump on his chest.

CIKGU TANYA : what happened to you?

With his hoarse voice he said “ Cikgu , I am trapped in a man's body, I need to get out. I am happy now but my mother could not accept it. Cikgu tolong pergi rumah saya (please go to my house and talk to my mother.)

I did just that. When I saw his mother and told her about it, her comment was “ Why didn’t you tell me about him before, when he was still in school!”

“Hah, daaaaa”

Good day ladies and gentleman.

Playing Truant

There was this boy , who always play truant , always late to school , sleep in the class and many more mischief done .

The school management team got all his record .

One day, I caught him sneaking out from his class and out of the school compound.

I called the discipline teacher, the head boy and the class teacher.

I showed him all his wrongdoings as reported for the past weeks. WITH ALL the record in front of him and explained in detail this boy got the cheek to tell me this,

‘TARAK CIKGU , INI SATU KALI JUGA BUAT”
(Teacher this is the first time I did it)

My God , I felt like slapping him on the face spontaneously, but on second thought, I have to adhere to the Ministry Of Education rules in place – no corporal punishment of misbehaving students.

“Awak tak mengaku yang awak dah buat banyak kali” ( You do not admit that you have done it many times before?)

“Cikgu kasi peluang la cikgu. Ini kali saja, saya tak buat lagi” (Please teacher give me one more chance, I will not do it again”)

“Peluang, peluang, berapa banyak peluang mahu bagi . BANYAK CANTIK MUKA AWAK?) “ (Literally : (Chance! How many time do I have to give you the chance , U think your face is beautiful?)

I was taken aback by his spontaneous answer.

“CIKGU, MUKA SAYA TARAK CANTIK. MUKA CIKGU LAGI CANTIK.”
(Literally: No teacher , I am not beautiful, your face is more beautiful)

I don’t know whether to cry, to laugh or to get angry.

As a principal I can cane student with the present of two witnesses and I gave him one stroke of the cane on the buttock.

Happy dreams.

Story of a boy

Story of a girl continues.

I know the boyfriend of the girl because he was a former student from the same school. He is then furthering his studies in one of the private college in Kuala Lumpur.

About the boy, once, this boy was very jovial and a happy go lucky guy in school, suddenly he became a very quiet and remote. I managed to make him tell me of what happened to him.

“Cikgu, my parents have a very close friend. A couple with only one son. They were close since university. They studied together. When my parent got married this couple was their bridesmaid and bridegroom and vice-versa. Whenever the couple came down to Kuala Lumpur, my parents insisted that they stay with us. My parent just could not accept if they wanted to put up in a hotel. Their son is also a university undergraduate in Kuala Lumpur. So, whenever his parent is in Kuala Lumpur, he will come to my house and spent the night with his parents. My parent put him up in my room. I have to share my room with him. The first time he came and spent the night in my room nothing happened. But on the third visit, he sodomised me. I could not scream, for the sake my parents and his."

"Cikgu , please tell me what to do?"

I advised him to tell his parents, he refused because he did not want to break off his parents friendship. My second advise was for him not to sleep in his room instead but sleep in the family hall with the light-on. If asked , tell them that he got to finished his home work. After a couple of time the boy did not spent the night at the house even though his parents were there. He went off after dinner. That settled it and the boy was thankful and I was proud of myself.

So when this incident with the girl happened . I told him what he did was wrong because the girl is under aged and he could be charge with rape in court.

CIKGU TANYA commented, "Why must you be the hero in this situation?"

“I loved the girl very much, I understand what she went through because as you know I faced some difficult phase in my life also.”

He still dated the girl .

I got transferred to another school soon after.

I do keep in touch with friends in the same school and I found out that the girl and the boy is now happily married with two children. I am happy for both of them . Good night.

What do you think?

Story of a Girl

At last I am able to register as a blogger!!.

My youngest son who is 22 years old , always told me to register because to him I have a lot to tell.

He said “Mama , if you write something on the blog all the stories that you told me everyday, a lot of people will be able to share the story with you and the most important thing of all , I don’t have to listen to all that anymore”.

My thinking was : I will have to stop sending him money so that he can’t spent it on his girlfriend . Serve him right.!

I have been a teacher all my life. A discipline teacher, a senior assistant for student affairs and a Principal in as many as 15 schools for the past 31 years . What I like most for being in the mainstream of the education system in Malaysia is I have thousand of students. Some of them remember me, some do not. The same goes to me. I remember some teachers but not all.

The first story that i like to share with you is about a boy and a girl who are students. Please give me feedback and comment on how would you handle the situation at that moment.

It happened around 1990’s , where a group of people have been mustered to keep an eye on public behavior in teir respective area..

One morning this group consisting of six persons came to my office. They reported on one particular girl from the school in which I am the senior assistant student affairs. They told me that this girl was seen kissing her boyfriend on the bench outside the girl’s home. The parent was not around at that time. They wanted me to punished the girl for misbehaving. I told them it is not within my power to punish the girl because it did not happened in the school compound.

The school jurisdiction (which is mine too) is only if it happened in the school compound, so action can only be taken if the girl go against the rule of the school. Anyway I told them I will advise the girl accordingly. The group left fully satisfied with my explanation.

After they left, I called the girl . She is a beautiful girl, with long hair, flawless skin, white pearly teeth, tall, slim and soft spoken. She was one of the school netball player. A Form Five girl. Academically – just above average.

I told her about the group that came . She cried when I asked her to tell me what really happened that night. She confessed that she and the boy did kissed. And she told me,
“Cikgu , which is better , my boyfriend who do it with love or my brother who keep on raping me when he got the chance?”

Blanked. I just looked at her.

“My brother raped me when I was in Form Three. My parent run a canteen in one of the 24-hours factory. They leave the house at 5.00 am and will only come back at 12.00 midnigt. They know what happened because I told them, but they asked me to keep it to myself for the sake of the family name. I wanted to go the police station and lodge a police report but my parent was against it, they did not want my brother to be charged. I was aghast. but what can I do. I have a set of keys to the house, so does my brother. Every time I came back from school, I have to make sure he’s not around, I did not get out of my room until my parent come home. Luckily the toilet is attached to my room. But he still managed to rape me. That’s when I started staying back in school until the evening school is over. My boyfriend will wait for me, send me home, stay outside the house, and I stay on with him until my mother and father come home. My brother did not bother me any more. But because I am in love with my boy friend, I kissed him and he kissed me. That was when this group caught us. I am not sorry. My parents knew about it because the group came and told them. My parents just reprimanded me because they know better of what happened to me."

CIKGU TANYA wish to know what will you do in the same situation. If you are the girl or if you are the parents and if you are the school authorities.

I will continue my story later.

Night – night.