Marry Me!

When she was schooling , she was petite.

She has this bubbly personality, a happy-go-lucky type of person. Friendly. Well liked by teachers and friends. She was in Form Six. Matured enough.

She came to my house last year.

She is mother of three now. Slightly plump but her bubbly personality remains. She brought along her husband and children.

She has a good life.

What I remember most about her is:

On the first day of The Malaysian Higher School Certificate Public Examination (HSC), I heard a loud screaming of a girl after the first paper time was up.

I went out of my office to investigate. I heard her screaming continously.

“Hey , I can’t answer the questions well. I think I will fail, so please come to my house, ask for my parent’s permission to marry me. Anybody, please take up the offer. I can’t answer the questions, marry me, marry me”

Everybody was laughing at the canteen as she was screaming her head off with those "remarkable" words.

But she managed to get through the examination. With her results she got a decent job in a local bank and got married.

CIKGUTANYA:Well! Someone did marry you, my girl!

Big Boy 3

The boy got transferred to another school.

After two weeks there, the principal of his new school called me,

“You know what, the boy that was transferred to my school from your school, beat-up a boy and injured him (with 16 stitches on his head). He was also injured. Both are in hospital for observation.”

“What?”

I told the Principal, “ If that be the case, please transfer back the boy to my school. I don’t mind. I am really sorry.”

“No! No! No! I won’t transfer him back to your school. I like him to be there.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Let me explain, before he came here, the boy that was beaten-up was the terror of the school. He was not scared of anybody including me as the principal. A real samseng (gangster-like).”

“He bullied the students, threatened the teachers, but since your boy came, there are now two samsengs!

“Both are now very conscious of each other’s strength. They both take care of their own territory. That solved most of the school’s problem.”

A month after the incident the boy came to my office and presented me with a big packet of tapioca chips.

“Teacher, thank you for transferring me to the new school.”

“Why do you like the new school?”

“Teacher, there’s a lot of girls in the new school. Most of them like me very much. I am very popular.”

“In your school there are only boys and they don’t like me!”

CIKGUTANYA: It takes two to tango! Huh!

Continuation of Big Boy

Background of the family

This big boy is child number three in this family of five. He is the only boy.

His grandfather passed away when the boy was four.

His father and mother moved in to stay with the grandmother.

His grandmother is the supplier of tapioca chips to the vendors of the night market in Kuala Lumpur. His father and mother worked with his grandmother. Since he was the only grandson his grandmother spoiled him.

His mother and father cannot do anything since the grandmother had the upper hand. His grandmother gave him money about RM20 a day. That amount is a lot for a school boy. He usually spend it in the cyber café and treat his friend to a feast in the school canteen.

Back to my conversation/discussion with his father.

“Ok, sir, since that’s the case, as a principal of this school , I failed to teach or guide him.”

“Teacher, what should I do?”

“I think it would be best for you to transfer him to another school. Maybe in that school he can change his way or his behavior.”

The father agreed and filled in the transfer form. I signed it and of he went.


CIKGUTANYA: I will continue tomorrow. It’s Poco-Poco time in the park with my friends.

Big Boy!

He was a student in an all boys school. He was a bully. He was always irritating the teachers. He likes to curse and used the four letter words even to the teachers.

His teachers just couldn’t stand him.

One day he cursed a teacher using all the bad words. He slapped his Mathematics teacher just because she questioned him about his undone homework.

As a principal, I too always reprimanded him, warned him, suspended him and caned him.

Nothing works. I have always been communicating with his father regarding his behavior.

I call him again to discuss about the recent incident.

“Teacher, what has he done. Playing truant again?

“No, something bigger.”

“Ok, teacher, I will come again tomorrow to school to discuss it with you. I will be there at 9.00 am sharp.”

He came at 9.00 am sharp.

I told him what happened.

Then he said, “Teacher, I am not surprised at all. Whenever my wife and I advised him, this is what he will say to us ‘Hey , you two , stupid old man and woman, just shut up and get out of my face.’”

I just looked at him. Speechless.

CIKGUTANYA: I am very sad now. I am in no mood to write. I need to eat. I will continue tomorrow.

Is Love at Fault?

Sometimes teachers and parents were worried because their student, sons or daughters falling in love while in school.

They are worried that their childrens’ study will be neglected.

But, a lot of teachers think it is not ‘the love’ but ‘how’ the student manage ‘their love’.

My son, was sent to further his study in a boarding school after his SRP exam. There he met a girl that he liked soon they were in love.

My husband was very worried.

“Our son has fallen in love with this girl. What do you think?”

“I would rather he fall in love with girl. At least I know that he is a normal boy/man.”

Both got through their SPM with flying colors.

My son was given a scholarship to do his degree in Engineering at a prominent university in London. His girlfriend was sent to the USA on a scholarship to further her studies in Computer Engineering.

Both graduated.

After nine years of relationship from the age of 16 to 26, they were married last year.

I am happy the whole family is happy.

CIKGUTANYA: If you failed in your studies, love is not the fault. You are!

Good Catch!

Sorry for not updating.. Broadband is not working right at that time. Now its okay.

After SPM examination , before the results were out, my good friend got married. Three months later when the candidates went to school to get the results, you could hear the buzzing of comments and gossips.

“What? She got married already?”

“Did your hear that her husband is ten years older than her?”

“He married her because he wanted to go to London to further his studies. He wanted a wife to take care of his domestic needs.”

“She is beautiful, why must she marry an old man!”

“Why are you jealous of her being married? Go get yourself a husband if possible a young man!”

“But her result is not good, so its better that she get married.’

At that time in the 1960’s (40 years ago), to be able to go to London is superb and awesome, even by just following your husband. How lucky the girl is. She was even luckier because her result was not the best in school.

She stayed in London for 10 years and came back. We met. She’s a happy wife and
a mother of four , 3 sons and a daughter. 57 years old now.

Her three sons are a famous singing group. Own a production house. Produced box-office movies and many other business ventures.

They are very enterprising. They are actively involve in construction and a lot of other businesses. I think they are millionaires now.

CIKGUTANYA: Lucky girl! Before if the man is 10 years older means he is very old.
Nowadays if the man is 20 years older , he is a good catch especially if he is a Dato’ or a Tan Sri!

Why Do You Come to School?

She’s small. Petite. Very soft-spoken. She was posted to this all boys school.

I became her friend immediately because I am also new at the school.

Her timetable and mine was such that we had to teach two classes of “the naughty boys”. She taught them Language, while I taught them History.

She found it very hard to teach the class of “the naughty boys”.

They like to tease her. Some of the boy even made passes at her.

Whenever she finished teaching them, she will complained about them to the other teachers in the staffroom.

“Today the boys refused to listen to me.”

“They keep on making noise.”

“They asked me stupid questions.”

“It’s like hell coming to school to teach.”

“I felt like quitting the profession.”

One day she rushed to the staff room crying. Really crying and sobbing.

For 15 minutes she was crying. We just let her cry her heart out. When her tears subside, she told us what happened in class.

“I asked the boys if they don’t want to study, if they don’t want to do the homework or the exercises given and if they don’t want to listen to the teacher, then why must they bother to come to school?”

This boy answered me, “Teacher, I came to school just to masturbate!”

The staffroom suddenly became very quiet. Even if a pin was dropped, you can hear it.

CIKGUTANYA: That happened 32 years ago. Can you imagine the behavior of some of the boys of today?

Malaysian Ice Cream!

I had my days of fighting with boys in primary school.

My friend and I were sucking away our “ice cream Malaysia” (ice cream in a long small plastic with the flavor of orange or syrup).

Suddenly, a boy, who was chasing another boy knocked me and I fell down, ice cream and all.

I was so mad. I shouted at him.

He then drew a circle on the ground and told me that it was my father’s head. He stepped on it.

I retaliated. Drew another circle and told him it was his father’s head and I stepped on it.

We then had fight. He ran away. I chased after him. I punched him when I caught him. Then I ran away and he chased me. We fought in the field. We kicked each other, it was a real boxing day in school. Everybody cheered and clapped.

The headmaster then came. He gave both of us a stern warning. He then told me that girl shouldn’t pick up a fight with boys.

At home, after school and after a long explanation, my father gave me a pat.

“Good,” he told me, “fight if you need to defend your rights.”

CIKGUTANYA: The boy is now my brother’s best friend.

Rivals

These two all boys school were rivals at hockey.

As a newly appointed teacher and posted to one of the rival school, I was given a task to handle the hockey team. The boys practiced hard. My school was in Group A. The other school was in Group B.

Fair and good.

After a few rounds of interschool competition, my school and the rival school was in the final.

On the day of the final, both team were ready.

After half time, hell broke loose. I don’t know when and how. But I saw the two teams with their hockey sticks up in the air, chasing after one another. To tell you the truth, I was scared.

The supporters from both school ran into the field and fought. I ran to the police station for help. I was lucky because the police station was only 200 meters away.

I was young and slim, so I can ran faster. I cried along the way thinking about the principal and his lectures when he see me the next day.

The police came and the fight stopped. Three boys were sent to the hospital.

It was an aweful experience to me.

CIKGUTANYA: I never allowed my sons to play hockey. Not in a million years.

Continuation of Good Grief!

We arrived at the school . We went to the office to get his result.

There was this petite, beautiful chemistry teacher.

She asked him: “Boy, what did you get for your chemistry?”

“An A1, teacher.”

“Congratulations and good . I am so proud of you.”

“ Anyway , it’s a long way back to Kuala Lumpur. Why don’t you and your mother drop by and have lunch at my house?”

“Thank you for the invitation teacher. But we have to go back to Kuala Lumpur straight away.”

He continued, “But, I promise you, I will go to your house later. I will further my study, get a degree, get a good job then I will go to your house for your hand in marriage!”

I am speechless at his boldness but at the same time proud of him.

CIKGUTANYA: Good teachers will have a big impact on the future of their students. Be a good teacher then.

Good Grief!

My son was sent to study in one of the boarding school after his Lower Certificate Examination (LCE).

When he was in Form Four his chemistry result was like a falling aircraft.

1st term 65%
2nd term 45%
Final 30%

I was shocked. He was normally good at science subject.

My husband and I wanted to take him out of this school but after long discussion we decided to let him stay on for one more term to continue with his Form Five.

To our surprised his result changed.

1st term 85%
2nd term 90%
SPM A1

On the way to school to collect his result , I asked him,

“ Manja, ( my precious) mama wanted to know why your chemistry result was awful when you were in Form Four was bad. It made your father and I really worried. Tell me why sayang (darling).”

“Mama , in Form Four the teacher was old, 50 years old. Fat and not pretty. Put aside fat and pretty, she was very fierce . She scolded us if we asked questions. She told us ‘you are all smart students - go and have a group study’ – Mama, I just can’t stand this teacher’s attitude.”

(I felt a big slapped on my face since I am also a teacher. A good one. Hehehe!)

He continued, “When I was in Form Five, there was this new teacher, just graduated from a US university. She’s beautiful, petite and very good at teaching. She makes learning interesting. We love her very much.”

Hm mmmmmmmmm

CIKGUTANYA : My cats calling me for their dinner. To be continued tomorrow….!

The Hair

This former student’s of mine went the USA to further his study. There he met a girl. After a few month of friendship, they fall in love.

He is handsome, she is beautiful. Both very intelligent. Both have a bright future .

As a Muslim she abided to the call of wearing “tudung” (scarf) on her head. Not a strand of hair can be seen.

But, this boy (her boyfriend) wanted to see her hair just once before they get married.

She refused as it is wrong for a man to see a women “aurat” (the whole body accept for the face and hand)

He then asked her girlfriend’s roommate how his girlfriend’s hair looks like. It seems that even the roommate never saw her hair as she is always wearing something to hide her hair.

After their convocation, both were back in Malaysia, got engaged and then got married.

After the wedding, she took off her “tudung” and he was aghast!

He was shocked to see that her hair was so little. She was nearly bald.

After three months of marriage they were divorced.

I called up the boy regarding the matter.

“I felt that I was being trapped in this marriage. She is still beautiful . She is a good wife but I just can’t forget that she lied to me. If only she had told me the truth, giving me a ‘soft landing’ shock, I might not feel this way. Every time I see her head, I see her as a liar. I couldn’t help it. I am going to marry a non-wearing tudung ( scarf ) woman and I will ask her to wear the tudung (scarf) after we are married. I don’t want to be trapped and lied to again.”

CIKGUTANYA: TO ERR IS HUMAN.

FIERCE Part 3

“Now listen to me , recess will be in about 10 minutes.”

‘Boys, this is the best time for you to take a look at your friends' (girl) buttocks. If their buttocks is big you go and marry them.”

The bell rang.

The boys were giggling. The girls were very furious.

“Boys why are you giggling? What is so funny? Stupid!” My teacher screamed.

During recess, all the girls from the class just sat on the bench in the canteen.
We didn’t move. We didn’t stand at all. We were scared that the boys will look at our buttocks.

CIKGUTANYA: I AM NOT STUPID. I AM NOT A BLOODY FOOL. MOST OF US ARE NOT.
I HAVE A MASTERS DEGREE NOW, CAN THAT BE STUPID.

Teachers, no cursing when teaching.

FIERCE TEACHER 2

Continuation of FIERCE TEACHER

“Ali come out here”

Ali was the smallest boy in the class.

“Stand there. Your bottom facing the class.”

He directed Ali. Ali did just that.

“Minah come here, stand beside Ali.”

Minah was the fattest girl in the class. About 200 pounds. She also did the same.

“Now boys and girls, look at your friends buttock. Who’s bigger?”

The whole class roared, “Minah!”

“Who’s smaller?”

“Ali’s”

“Good, you are not stupid but tell me why the buttocks of Minah is bigger than Ali’s?”

Nobody answered.

“Stupid fool”

He pointed at me, “You tell me why?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Stupid girl, why were you born to be this stupid, why can’t you learn something. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Sit down.”

‘Let me tell you why the buttocks of the women are bigger than the boys. Because it will be easier for them to give birth. Stupid. Bloody fool. Pea-brained. Now, do you understand?”

The whole class screamed, “Yes, SIR!”

CIKGUTANYA: Though that happened 40 years ago , I am still angry. I need to cool down. I will continue tomorrow.

FIERCE TEACHER!

When I was in Form Four, my biology teacher was very fierce.

He was a graduate from Kirby College England. He always wore white t-shirt, white short pants (to the knee), a hat and a walking stick though he didn’t need one.

Whenever, we failed in his subject, he will scold us using words like, “Stupid fool”.
He will then draw this picture if we got all “0”s.



It was a picture of a pig. Try drawing this picture on your own using the “0’s”.

I am so scared of him so much so that I couldn’t even comprehend what he was trying to teach. I failed in all his subjects in the exam.

Sometimes, he would boil our examination papers (marked) using the beaker and he will ask us to drink the water. We did. It tasted funny because of the ink and all.

One day he was teaching us about “birth”.

He asked us, one by one, “Why are the bottoms of a girls/women are bigger than the boys?”

Nobody can give him a good answer’

“Stupid”

“Fool”

CIKGUTANYA: I will continue tomorrow. My friends called. Got to join them for a meal. Free Lunch.. heheheh..

Bye

O'clock Story!

In this particular school , every Wednesday is an English day . Everybody must speak English. The objective was to make sure everybody speak English as a practice.

At 10.00 o’clock on Wednesday , a boy came running to me and told me,

“Teacher, that boy o’clock me “

“I beg you pardon.”

“Teacher, teacher, he o’clock me!”

“Ok dear, please tell me in our native tougue what happened.”

“Cikgu, budak itu pukul saya!”

He literally translated ‘o’clock’ as ‘pukul’.

It should be, “Teacher, that boy hit me.”

CIKGU TANYA: Teaching is not an easy job.

Nothing Else Changed!

He is a very committed teacher. Full of zest in doing things. Polite to the administrators. Nice to all the teachers. Understanding toward the students. Jovial and very optimistic. But he had to undergo dialysis for kidney failure three times a week.

After ten years of dialysis he was able to undergo kidney transplant. An organ donor just died. The donor was a permanent residence of Malaysia. Originally from England.

Luckily , his body didn’t reject the kidney. After three months of medical leave, he came back to school to start teaching again.

I asked him about his operation and the side-effects.

He said, “The operation went well. No problem. I am now having a kidney of an Englishman. The side effect is that I am now very hairy” (which is of course true - because I can see a lot of hair on his arm.)

“Besides that nothing else changed, I wish some other size would change but ‘wink.wink’ god did not allow it!”

He still teaches in the same school with the same zest and most importantly still healthy.

CIKGUTANYA: A note from me. Get your self a blue contact lenses.

Abuse of Power!

I like to shop in Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman and the surrounding areas.

A few years ago, I went to this area, to do my shopping. At that time, there were no parking meters in Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman, instead the parking boys was in attendance to write tickets on cars parked there.

I shopped from ten in the morning until six in the afternoon. What the heck am I doing!

Every time when my hand was full of merchandise I would return to the car to put in all the things that I buy into the car. I noticed that there was no parking tickets.

I was getting worried. Usually there will be a stack of bills on the windscreen because the parking boy will put the bill every hour.

At six pm when I was just about to go home, this parking boy came over to me and told me, “Teacher, I didn’t put the parking ticket on your car. I am your former student.”

Then I remembered him instantly. He was one of the naughty boys in school.

“But teacher, I am a good boy now. Can I come over to your house just to reminisce about the past? I heard that you kept a lot of picture of us in school.”

He did come and we had a lot of stories of the schooling days.

He is now no more the parking boy attendant but a dispatcher. At least there is some development in his career in life.

CIKGUTANYA: Thank you for remembering me and allowing me free parking. DBKL will be furious! Thank you.

The Chicken Barn

It was very difficult in the late 60’s to find good students in science subjects.

My brother was one of those few students who were good in science. After the LCE (Lower Certificate of Education – equal to PMR now), he was placed in the science class in form four.

My brother was very bright but full of mischief.

One day, he took home some chemicals from the school’s laboratory without the teacher’s knowledge.

That afternoon, the house was extra ordinary quite. I thought he was sleeping.

Suddenly, “BOOM”!!

It was loud. The entire family looked out. We saw our chicken coop/barn full of smoke. The chicken flying around helter skelter. The eggs was every where. Chuckle Chuckle.

My brother’s hair, eyebrows and eyelashes looked burnt. We can see that he was shocked.

He told my father:

“I am sorry. I got into the chicken coop/barn to experiment something that my teacher told in class. I mixed those two liquid and ‘boom’ it went. I am sorry papa.”
(The teacher only told, but did not warn of the consequences!)

“It’s okey. You are safe. That’s good enough.”

“But , look at my face! It’s burnt, how am I going to school tomorrow?”

Sob, sob.

“It’s your problem. You asked for it.”

Anyway my brother went to school the next day but nobody said anything about it. But behind him they were giggling.

He is now 50 years old.

CIKGUTANYA: Lucky for me my dear brother. You are not my student. But, no matter what, I love you!

Sharing

Sometimes teachers were not in class to teach, because they have to go for courses , meeting, medical leave etc.

Relief timetable will be done so that each class will have a teacher to oversee the running of the class.

As the principal, I always volunteered myself to go to the class to relief the absent teacher.

Usually I gave them motivational talk

One day, I was given a class to relief. 45 students . 20 boys and 25 girls . Mediocre achievement.

My motivational talk was on achievement.

“There are three ways to achieve something better in order to change your life.”

“Number one is through education. Study hard and smart. Get good results. If your father is a gardener – you must at least be the owner of a nursery with a tall order of landscaping offices, homes etc. If your father is a constable in the police force, you at least, must be an inspector or OCPD with the ambition to be the Chief Police of the Nation.”

“Number two is to inherit the wealth of your parents if your parents are rich. But remember , you must also have a good education to be able to handle or to manage your inheritance or else all the wealth will be gone in no time.”

“Number three is by getting married to a rich man/lady . But bear this in mind .Girls please don’t marry other people’s husband just because he is rich. The best is to marry a man with future ( good education and good job). Built up a life together. Be rich together.”

Suddenly this girl stood up and said,

“But teacher, what is so wrong about marrying other people’s husband. We are not taking away their husband , we are just sharing him “

Huh!

CIKGUTANYA: She was 16 then. Maybe at present she is the 2nd or 3rd wife of someone rich.

Puppy Love!

I was in standard five. He was in standard six.

He was the son of my school’s headmaster.

During English Reading lesson, usually my English teacher will take us out of the class to read under the trees just in front of the headmaster’s office.

It was fun to read in the open space. Windy and shady, no air-conditioning those days.

I had just finished reading three sentences aloud as asked by my English teacher when I saw this standard six boy holding his father’s hand and pull him towards us.

When they were in front of me and the boy told his father, “Papa, this is the girl I wanted to marry.”

I was taken by surprised. I retorted by saying, “Who wants to marry you. Shame on you.”

In front of his father I got into a fight with the boy. Fist and kick and all to settle our differences. Was it fun!

I last met him some 15 years ago. He is now married with three children.

We laughed together when we went down memory lane.

CIKGUTANYA: Those were the days.

Can Dance Will Travel!

She was a very beautiful girl with an attitude problem.

She was fair and sweet but her heart was not in school. She always play truant.
But she was good at acting and dancing.

That year our school won the yearly dance competition organized by one government agency.

Our team was then asked to perform the dance in seven states in Peninsular Malaysia. It was a great achievement for our school.

But, the teachers (four of them ) who were in charge of training the girls had a difficult time of making sure that this particular girl follow the training regime and the time-table of the training.

During the school session in the morning, she would be absent from school but in the evening she will be in the hall for the practice. With numerous stern warning, being reprimanded and all, she was still as obstinate. But we really need her to be with the group because she was a very good actress and had done a good job for the group.

We managed to complete the performance in all the seven states. She still played truant even after the performance ended.

After completing school she joined The Cultural and Dance College.

She called me last year. She is now 24 years old.

She told me after she graduated from the college, she joined the Ministry of Culture and Tourism as a dancer. So far she and the dance group had gone and performed in London, Paris, Stockholm, Tokyo, Bangkok and New York. She is very happy with her life.

CIKGUTANYA: GO GIRL GO,. JUST DON’T PLAY TRUANT ANYMORE.

Who Is At Fault?

Aikon (not his real name) is a very good boy , polite , jovial and academically above average.

He stays with his mother and father. His mother is a food-stall owner earning about RM50.00 a day from the sales. His father is a taxi driver. They rented a house.

He continued his education in a government college. He failed and dropped out of college.

Reason:

His father fall in love with a woman half his age. His mother stop running the stall due to diabetic related illness. He got to take care of his mother.

Anyway, he got a job in a bank, earning about RM1,500 a month. This is just enough to get him and his mother by.

One day an ‘along’ (illegal money-lender) came to their house with a threat. It’s seem that his father took a loan from this ‘along’ for RM 20,000 by using his mother's photocopied identification card and forged her signature. If the money cannot be paid, the ‘along’ team will kill his mother.

Aikon then took a bank loan to pay the “along”.

But after paying the bank RM15,000 of the loan he was involved in an accident. He was on medical leave for three months and the bank fired him. His two guarantors of the loan got to settle the balance of the loan amounting to RM 5,000 each.

His mother then passed away because of diabetese complications . His father was dumped by his stepmother.

Out of frustration, Aikon took drugs and he is now a drug addicted man.

I cried when I saw him recently. He asked for my help that is money.

I refused to give money, instead I took him to a restaurant, I advised him to surrender himself to the police so that he can be sent for rehabilitation.

CIKGUTANYA : He left me and never looked back.

The Plight

In the year 1990, I was transferred to a co-ed school.

One day a girl told her plight to the evening session senior assistant. She was just 13 years old.

Since I was the Senior Assistant of Student Affairs, she (the evening session senior assistant) discussed with me of what to do in this girl case.

The case:

Her stepfather always harassed her sexually. We advised her to tell her mother.

She did. But her mother didn’t believe her because to the mother the stepfather is a very pious man (by the way he behave in front of her).

We then advised her to make a police report. She did.

The outcome:

That evening the police arrested the stepfather, took him to the police station for questioning.

The mother came to my house screaming her heart’s out about the school being unfair to her, screaming about her husband , telling me how good he is, blah blah blah.

After she was gone, my neighbor came to my house and asked me, “Teacher, is she your husband’s second wife?”

The girl mother commanded the girl to retract her police report. She did and the stepfather was set free.

The school managed to put her into a hostel run by the state foundation for the under privileged and special cases.

I don’t know what happened to her now. I’ve lost touch with her.

CIKGUTANYA: I hope for her well-being.

Smoked!

Sorry yesterday internet down...

My younger brother smoked.

His only son who was in Form Four (16 years) smoked.

His son reason for smoking “peer pressure” and “just want to try”.

Everyday without fail he will nag his son about the later’s smoking habits.

He lectured his son on why smoking was not good.

1. Lungs will be unhealthy.

2. Life span will be short.

3. Lost of appetite.

4. Smelly breath.

I was quite annoyed by his lectures because he himself is smoking.

“Why are you giving your son lectures on the bad habit of smoking when you are smoking?”

“I don’t want him to smoke because to buy the cigarettes he asked money from me. It is ok if I smoked because I burned the money that I earned myself.”

His son (my nephew) is now married with one child and has quit smoking. My brother still continue smoking even with two kids.

CIKGUTANYA: Brother, leadership is by example.