Before I begin, I know what you are thinking, boys. -.-! (Whatever makes you happy?)
When I was in high school, a male teacher (can’t remember his name) told my class that those days Form Sixes are dominated by male students, but today situation has changed. Universities, Elite Classes, Curricular Competitions and Grades are dominated by females.
If you look at the Employment Field, many females are white collared compare to males, but the fact is (referring to today’s, 05 October 2010 http://www.msn.com/ main page topic) female employees are still less paid at average compare to male employees.
Very often, we read people blame the education system not being fair to the boys and female employees are paid low because of their maternity.
Based on my experience as a male student who comes from the background of all-boys schools, I did see there is a lot of difference between having many male teachers around and having few or none. When I was in primary, we had many male teachers in my school. For us, those were the great days. People say about fatherly love often is the reason why having male teachers around could give some impact on the boys’ academic performance. It is not about fatherly love. We boys like to be rough and act macho and immature among us. When we need to be motivated, we need a male teacher. When we do sports, we need a male teacher. When we are fighting with our schoolmates, we need a male teacher. And I mean a real ‘MALE’ teacher. We need somebody who can pull down our egos, discipline us, and make us to be serious in studies but at the same time to provide us fun (football, basketball, hockey) when we are bored of studying. In short, we need somebody who can make boys remain boys while excelling. If a female teacher wants to do these, she must be the dominating type and not many female teachers can do so. So to handle the many number of boys, supplies of a few male teachers are not enough.
This may look like some excuses to cover the decreasing grades and performance of the boys, but it is true that psychological readiness is important for male students to face challenges like boys. Schools are the basic platforms for whatever types of males we are producing for this country.
But to be fair to girls, the current education situation is gradually firming their potentiality. It will be not fair to them if we go back to what the education system was. Somewhere the system must draw back the boys into its runway.
For the employment part I will leave it first.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Why Chinese prefer English names?
Why Chinese prefer English names?
Some say, “Because they sound cool, mah.”
Some say, “Easy to pronounce lo.”
Some say, “So that I can get one leng-lui at every one year. Which one do you think chics will fall for? Tan Wee Hong or Jacky Tan? (I think Anbu Tan sounds cooler)
Anyway, the answer for the question above maybe lies in my experience. Well. I am not a Chinese and that is for sure but my sharing could be vely vely helpful for you guys.
The following are the scenarios that have taken place in my office whenever I make or receive calls:
Scene 1
Trut.. Trut.. (Making a call)
Person No 1: Good morning. Bla bla bla Sdn Bhd.
Me: Hello. I’m calling from Sukat Bahan. May I speak to Mr. Bla Bla, please?
Person No 1: Who’s on the line?
Me: Anbu
Person No 1: Undrew? (Actually she said “Andrew?”)
Me: No. Anbu. A-N-B-U.
Person No 1: Oh… A-N-D-U. Mr. Undo, he is in a meeting. Could you try him later?
Thank you.
Scene 2
Ring…ring… (Receiving a call)
Me: Good evening. Sukat Bahan.
Person 2: Halo. Mr. Chong got ah?
Me: Who am I speaking to, please?
Person 2: Jenna from RE Property. He’s there ah?
Me: Sorry. Mr. Chong is on leave. He will be back on Friday. Is there any
message for him?
Person 2: Never mind. I call him on Friday. What’s your name ah?
Me: Anbu.
Person 2: Huh?! Hantu?! (Should have reminded her that now is Hungry Ghost Season)
Me: No. Anbu.
Person 2: How to spell your name?
Me: A-N-B-U. Anbu
Person 2: Ok. Mr. Undo. I’ll call on Friday.
Me: Okay. Thank you.
Haiz…. WHY?!! WHY?!!... Maybe I should start introducing myself as Christie, but people might send faxes to me with “Attn: Ms. Christy”
Or maybe like Anwar who made famous of himself with SODOMY crime in court, I should make myself famous with “YOU-KNOW-ME?” crime.
Some say, “Because they sound cool, mah.”
Some say, “Easy to pronounce lo.”
Some say, “So that I can get one leng-lui at every one year. Which one do you think chics will fall for? Tan Wee Hong or Jacky Tan? (I think Anbu Tan sounds cooler)
Anyway, the answer for the question above maybe lies in my experience. Well. I am not a Chinese and that is for sure but my sharing could be vely vely helpful for you guys.
The following are the scenarios that have taken place in my office whenever I make or receive calls:
Scene 1
Trut.. Trut.. (Making a call)
Person No 1: Good morning. Bla bla bla Sdn Bhd.
Me: Hello. I’m calling from Sukat Bahan. May I speak to Mr. Bla Bla, please?
Person No 1: Who’s on the line?
Me: Anbu
Person No 1: Undrew? (Actually she said “Andrew?”)
Me: No. Anbu. A-N-B-U.
Person No 1: Oh… A-N-D-U. Mr. Undo, he is in a meeting. Could you try him later?
Thank you.
Scene 2
Ring…ring… (Receiving a call)
Me: Good evening. Sukat Bahan.
Person 2: Halo. Mr. Chong got ah?
Me: Who am I speaking to, please?
Person 2: Jenna from RE Property. He’s there ah?
Me: Sorry. Mr. Chong is on leave. He will be back on Friday. Is there any
message for him?
Person 2: Never mind. I call him on Friday. What’s your name ah?
Me: Anbu.
Person 2: Huh?! Hantu?! (Should have reminded her that now is Hungry Ghost Season)
Me: No. Anbu.
Person 2: How to spell your name?
Me: A-N-B-U. Anbu
Person 2: Ok. Mr. Undo. I’ll call on Friday.
Me: Okay. Thank you.
Haiz…. WHY?!! WHY?!!... Maybe I should start introducing myself as Christie, but people might send faxes to me with “Attn: Ms. Christy”
Or maybe like Anwar who made famous of himself with SODOMY crime in court, I should make myself famous with “YOU-KNOW-ME?” crime.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
We Stand United
Why we see colours?
Why we categorize people by their race's economy?
Why should there be the term, "Loser"?
You know. All of them are within our blood. We do all these because we learned from somebody, but don't you agree these should change?
All these stereotyping will only hurt people. They bring no good. I say that this is some kind of People-phobia disease.
I was not so far from this disease once upon a time. Although until now, since my primary school I have more Chinese friends than Indian friends, and infact of all races, I still saw them as some kind of threat. My elders, still in the fancied-fear of the May 13 incident, installed me viruses of, "Beware of other race" into my 'hard-disk', and for that I sometimes have labelled my friends, "Chinese are cheaters", "Malays are lazy" and "East Malaysian are Malays too and therefore they are also lazy people."
This is what my thinking was until I learned the meaning of the word, 'Catholic'. Catholic is not just the term we use to indentify a group of Christians but it also has a meaning. The word Catholic taken from Greek word, Katholikos, also means "throughout the world" or "Universal". At that time, I realized that I belong to the whole world and not just to one race. And I was also trying to suit the word 'Universal' to my name which also means, 'flame of love'. It suits well. Love is universal. And flame of love? Wow!
It only takes love to see people beyond colour, beyond their economy, beyond their personality. And infact, my third point, "Why should there be the term, "Loser"?", is not only about personality but also about race. Sometimes we see or label some race as 'lazy'. "These people not like us. Hardworkers." Or sometimes, "We shouldn't do business with these people. They are not good in business"
In my view, no race is hardworking or good in business. All these are born from our attitudes. In this world, the billionaires and millionaires are mixed with all kind of races. Some earned them, and some inherit them from their fathers. So. Not even all the billionaires and millionaires are harworkers or good business-persons. It's all in the attitude. And infact, there are also some people who are happy with their finance although they are not millionaires. So. If you are not billionaire or millionaire also does not mean that you are lazy or 'loser'
Love is the key. Stand united.
Declare Beauty Again. You know why I say this almost in my every blog posts? I have seen the beauty of what I am sharing and I am excited to share it to you. So. To you too, Declare Beauty Again.
Why we categorize people by their race's economy?
Why should there be the term, "Loser"?
You know. All of them are within our blood. We do all these because we learned from somebody, but don't you agree these should change?
All these stereotyping will only hurt people. They bring no good. I say that this is some kind of People-phobia disease.
I was not so far from this disease once upon a time. Although until now, since my primary school I have more Chinese friends than Indian friends, and infact of all races, I still saw them as some kind of threat. My elders, still in the fancied-fear of the May 13 incident, installed me viruses of, "Beware of other race" into my 'hard-disk', and for that I sometimes have labelled my friends, "Chinese are cheaters", "Malays are lazy" and "East Malaysian are Malays too and therefore they are also lazy people."
This is what my thinking was until I learned the meaning of the word, 'Catholic'. Catholic is not just the term we use to indentify a group of Christians but it also has a meaning. The word Catholic taken from Greek word, Katholikos, also means "throughout the world" or "Universal". At that time, I realized that I belong to the whole world and not just to one race. And I was also trying to suit the word 'Universal' to my name which also means, 'flame of love'. It suits well. Love is universal. And flame of love? Wow!
It only takes love to see people beyond colour, beyond their economy, beyond their personality. And infact, my third point, "Why should there be the term, "Loser"?", is not only about personality but also about race. Sometimes we see or label some race as 'lazy'. "These people not like us. Hardworkers." Or sometimes, "We shouldn't do business with these people. They are not good in business"
In my view, no race is hardworking or good in business. All these are born from our attitudes. In this world, the billionaires and millionaires are mixed with all kind of races. Some earned them, and some inherit them from their fathers. So. Not even all the billionaires and millionaires are harworkers or good business-persons. It's all in the attitude. And infact, there are also some people who are happy with their finance although they are not millionaires. So. If you are not billionaire or millionaire also does not mean that you are lazy or 'loser'
Love is the key. Stand united.
Declare Beauty Again. You know why I say this almost in my every blog posts? I have seen the beauty of what I am sharing and I am excited to share it to you. So. To you too, Declare Beauty Again.
Monday, June 7, 2010
I'm Starting to Hate KL..
Been working in KL since Nov 2008, but before this, I was travelling to KL every Sunday for mass and now i got fed up with KL.
Travelling every Monday to Friday... Taking public transport instead of own since it is more convenient... I am really a kampung boy instead of town freak... I like to be 'selekeh' but that doesn't mean I go work also 'selekeh'... I dress to proper though not to trendy.. I just don't care about being trendy...
Walking pass Petaling Street every morning and after work... nevertheless the unwanted disturbance of 'chickens'... "Mau masuk, bang?".... I was like, "Masuk apa?"... Sometimes I wonder that should I buy them breakfast whenever I am early... but never did.. I pity them... But one scenario that I could never forget is about an old man who is actually a 'Bapak Ayam' everyday will come out to the street with some joysticks saying, "Ong Lai.. Ong Lai..".... I was like, "Idiot.. Me doing legal job also never did this."...
Another reason, I think I am turning into some sort of a carbon-monoxide-polluted-homosapien... I'm getting darker!!!... Man!!... Dah lah single, now got another problem?.... This is really a serious problem, actually... I mean really really serious... For example, like today, as I was walking down the street from Pudu to Kota Raya, a young chic was walking from the opposite direction took a curve when walking pass me... I was like, "Huh?!"... I really thought that I wanted to suddenly step forward towards her just to freak her out...
Well... I should still thank KL for providing me more opportunities to upgrade myself.. I should thank especially the firm I am working with because there I progressed well in my job... I mean, I came there as a Trainee in November 2008 and now I was promoted three times since then to Technical Executive that is promising gold mine in near future... But. I still hate KL. Should find a job in Puchong.... Hhmmm
Travelling every Monday to Friday... Taking public transport instead of own since it is more convenient... I am really a kampung boy instead of town freak... I like to be 'selekeh' but that doesn't mean I go work also 'selekeh'... I dress to proper though not to trendy.. I just don't care about being trendy...
Walking pass Petaling Street every morning and after work... nevertheless the unwanted disturbance of 'chickens'... "Mau masuk, bang?".... I was like, "Masuk apa?"... Sometimes I wonder that should I buy them breakfast whenever I am early... but never did.. I pity them... But one scenario that I could never forget is about an old man who is actually a 'Bapak Ayam' everyday will come out to the street with some joysticks saying, "Ong Lai.. Ong Lai..".... I was like, "Idiot.. Me doing legal job also never did this."...
Another reason, I think I am turning into some sort of a carbon-monoxide-polluted-homosapien... I'm getting darker!!!... Man!!... Dah lah single, now got another problem?.... This is really a serious problem, actually... I mean really really serious... For example, like today, as I was walking down the street from Pudu to Kota Raya, a young chic was walking from the opposite direction took a curve when walking pass me... I was like, "Huh?!"... I really thought that I wanted to suddenly step forward towards her just to freak her out...
Well... I should still thank KL for providing me more opportunities to upgrade myself.. I should thank especially the firm I am working with because there I progressed well in my job... I mean, I came there as a Trainee in November 2008 and now I was promoted three times since then to Technical Executive that is promising gold mine in near future... But. I still hate KL. Should find a job in Puchong.... Hhmmm
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Phone Marriage
On Monday, I read an article in the Sun about Phone Marriage. Yes. Phone Marriage, a new way of getting married long distance these days.
"Bleat-bleat! Hello? Who's speaking? Will you marry me? Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today over this crackly phone line to celebrate holy matrimony." Source, The Sun.
What kind of an idiot will do this? I mean, even if you know that person, why this should be an option? Who knows that someone could be getting married through phone while he's in a bed with another guy. Well just giving an example of extreme possibilities.
Imagine Justin Lim is getting married through phone, and maybe he invited me to be his witness. Well, I would still be glad to volunteer myself as a witness just to enjoy the show. He says, "I do." She says, "I do, too."
After a month, she flew in to Malaysia to meet her husband for the first time. I would gladly arrange their honeymoon at a nice, romantic, expensive place for these beautiful and handsome couple, just to get a shock from him on his honeymoon night. "Anbu!!... She got balls!!..."
"Err.. Justin... Isn't that a little bit too much to tell about your wife to me like this?", says me.
"No!.. I mean, she got balls, below!.. Help me, Anbu... Please... Help me...", says Justin, crying..
NB: This story has never happened. It is just a precaution example. Have a nice day, guys.
"Bleat-bleat! Hello? Who's speaking? Will you marry me? Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today over this crackly phone line to celebrate holy matrimony." Source, The Sun.
What kind of an idiot will do this? I mean, even if you know that person, why this should be an option? Who knows that someone could be getting married through phone while he's in a bed with another guy. Well just giving an example of extreme possibilities.
Imagine Justin Lim is getting married through phone, and maybe he invited me to be his witness. Well, I would still be glad to volunteer myself as a witness just to enjoy the show. He says, "I do." She says, "I do, too."
After a month, she flew in to Malaysia to meet her husband for the first time. I would gladly arrange their honeymoon at a nice, romantic, expensive place for these beautiful and handsome couple, just to get a shock from him on his honeymoon night. "Anbu!!... She got balls!!..."
"Err.. Justin... Isn't that a little bit too much to tell about your wife to me like this?", says me.
"No!.. I mean, she got balls, below!.. Help me, Anbu... Please... Help me...", says Justin, crying..
NB: This story has never happened. It is just a precaution example. Have a nice day, guys.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Who am I? What is my mission?
There are always some questions running in my head since I was 21yr. "Who am I?... What is my mission?... What am I called to do?.."
Well, they may sound like an action movie phrases, but these are what is going through my head for over 6 years. It's like I am sailing in the middle of an ocean looking for a dry land. Many times I believed that I might be called for being this or that and try to relate it to my talents and knowledge so that I could one day say, "Aha....This is it". But, I am just a 'Jack of many trades, master of non'.
Maybe my name carries the answers for my questions... Or maybe it just an answer rather that answers.
Anbuchudar Christie = Anbu (Love, Cinta) + Chudar (Flame, Api) + Christie (Christ, Kristus)
Anbuchudar Christie = Christ's flame of love = Api cinta Kristus.
Love endures all things and Love never ends. I hope that this what I am here for. To be the Christ's Flame of Love
Well, they may sound like an action movie phrases, but these are what is going through my head for over 6 years. It's like I am sailing in the middle of an ocean looking for a dry land. Many times I believed that I might be called for being this or that and try to relate it to my talents and knowledge so that I could one day say, "Aha....This is it". But, I am just a 'Jack of many trades, master of non'.
Maybe my name carries the answers for my questions... Or maybe it just an answer rather that answers.
Anbuchudar Christie = Anbu (Love, Cinta) + Chudar (Flame, Api) + Christie (Christ, Kristus)
Anbuchudar Christie = Christ's flame of love = Api cinta Kristus.
Love endures all things and Love never ends. I hope that this what I am here for. To be the Christ's Flame of Love
Friday, May 7, 2010
7th May on Investment
Talking about investment... how do you see investment in your life?... What does the word investment means to you?
Today, 7th May, is the last day of industrial practice for two trainees from TAR college at the place I work. During lunch, we were talking about investment. We shared our opinions about it and came up with some further thoughts.
The way I see investment is almost every relevant thing could be an investment. The education, work, adventure, savings, share market, royalty, insurance, sharing thoughts, practicing skills... every relevant things and happenings around us could be some investments. For each of them brings good and improvement. So investment is not always about money only.
During our conversation, Liew, on of the trainee asked me, "How about girlfriend? Isn't she could be some sort of investment too?"
Well. Behind every man's success, there is a woman. She could be your mother, sister, grandma, a friend, a best friend, sister-in-law, a relative, girlfriend and even the one you love the most other than these people, your 'inspiration'. But no love should be conditional so I disagree if they should be seen as investments to some men.
Every things and happenings that could bring improvement to our self, to our intellectual, to our pocket, to our every bid of us as persons and gladly take up the challenge for the future and their benefits. To chase our dream/s, everything that is benefiting is significant.
But....Sometimes to do good, we need to sacrifice our dream/s. And you and I know that our love for our dream/s never fades.
Today, 7th May, is the last day of industrial practice for two trainees from TAR college at the place I work. During lunch, we were talking about investment. We shared our opinions about it and came up with some further thoughts.
The way I see investment is almost every relevant thing could be an investment. The education, work, adventure, savings, share market, royalty, insurance, sharing thoughts, practicing skills... every relevant things and happenings around us could be some investments. For each of them brings good and improvement. So investment is not always about money only.
During our conversation, Liew, on of the trainee asked me, "How about girlfriend? Isn't she could be some sort of investment too?"
Well. Behind every man's success, there is a woman. She could be your mother, sister, grandma, a friend, a best friend, sister-in-law, a relative, girlfriend and even the one you love the most other than these people, your 'inspiration'. But no love should be conditional so I disagree if they should be seen as investments to some men.
Every things and happenings that could bring improvement to our self, to our intellectual, to our pocket, to our every bid of us as persons and gladly take up the challenge for the future and their benefits. To chase our dream/s, everything that is benefiting is significant.
But....Sometimes to do good, we need to sacrifice our dream/s. And you and I know that our love for our dream/s never fades.
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