My name is Amirul Aizat bin Amir; was given by my parents since I was in my mother’s belly. My father said, they happened to be searching for a good name for me for months before I have never even existed. It’s kind of a thrilling story for me. They even asked me not to do anything that will make this name goes bad. Each time I want to get involve into something bad or dangerous, I will think of them; I have made a good man till now. They are good parents all the way. So, I should have considered myself to be lucky.
I was born in 26th of February 1988, approximately at 5.30 p.m. that day was quite a sunny day and when I was about to be born, they day suddenly turn dark. Of course, I have already felt that the story was just an ordinary made-up story by my mother. She said she should have waited until 29th of February; that year was a leap year. Unfortunately, she can’t hold me for ant longer anymore. Actually for me, it should be ‘fortunately’; I was barely forced to be having birthday anniversary only once in four years. So, I should have considered myself to be lucky.
I was born in the Malacca State Hospital in the capital of Melaka, but at that time Melaka was only a mere small town. I was quite lucky due to my mother’s job; she is actually a nurse at the hospital. So, everybody involved in my birth giving were giving special services towards my mother. So, I should have considered myself to be lucky.
That’s a very brief introduction about my ’lucky’ self.
1992 - Kindergarten Story.
I was attending kindergarten since I was 4. According to my mother, I started to speak when I was a mere one year-old kid. Then I started reading when I was only 3 years-old. When I was in kindergarten, I was known as ‘genius boy’ that can count 1 to 50, as that time I was only 4 years-old. I could even spell all my friends’ names correctly. Thanks to that I got many friends in my neighborhood starting from that time.
As I said before, my memories are nothing but explaining the meaning of misery itself. It’s because, I started to change myself from a genius to a comedian boy. Doing pranks, stupid jokes, nonsense stories that will make people laugh ‘unpleasantly’. From that time, I was called with some unpleasant nick, such as ‘monkey’ and ‘cartoon’. I purposely yearned attention from others. I was actually got influenced by a drama series, about a boy who is a genius, on academics, sports, drawing and playing music, suddenly turn into a spastic boy just to make sure people laugh. Other people’s happiness is his happiness. He can’t stand looking people strive towards their dreams while losing their happiness because he has experienced it. Same goes on me. Up until I turned 6, people always laugh at my jokes. And I sacrificed my IQ for other people’s EQ.
Honestly, I didn’t have any good memories during my kindergarten era. The most unforgettable moment is when I quarreled with my friend. I forgot his name and how he looks was. He was actually my best friend back then. I still remember the purpose of the quarreling. It’s about an ice cream. I don’t remember the exact factors; I don’t remember the exact location the incident happened was.
I punched his face fiercely and furiously. He cried while releasing his punch to hit me back. I didn’t hold back; I intercepted the punch and soon kicked his face made him losing his tooth and had some bruises on his face. There were plenty of people surrounded us; some trying to stop us; some just keep looking. I was scolded harshly by my father after the incident happened. I also got scolded by many people including my teachers and friends. But surprisingly, the next day, I was accepted as nothing had happened yesterday. The boy I punched and kicked came to me and talked to me as he was never being done as such yesterday. That’s the specialty yet the flaw of a kid.
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Everyone seems forgot about it, or something had got into their head. Beat me! I didn’t have any idea about that, but this roughly proofed on how my life is.
1995 – Primary School
I wasn’t surprise having new friends like others do. Because I got used to being a social boy since I was 4. Therefore, when I was in standard one, everyone in the class knew me. I always on top of the class rank. ‘The best student’ title was always being held by me. Though I was still a mere little boy; I enjoyed myself playing among friends during recess. I had a best friend named Ezzuan. He is the son of an English teacher there. He is a talented boy s me; he loves playing football while I dislike it so much.
We both loved drawing so much. I once thought that I was born to be drawing. I love to drawing until today. But my father warned me not to enjoy to it so much or I’ll remorse it later.
Ezzuan and I usually hooked up together whether in class, library, or during recess. I love being with him that time. But only that time. I mean it! Now he is changed into someone else. He got influenced by wrong company I think. But though his result is still awesome and outstanding as expected, he is studying in University of Technology Petronas, UTP.
And I’m still connecting with him but not like as we were in the past. We ware rather close back then. Alas, time couldn’t be turned back; the sun still rising; Earth still on his axis.
2001 – Secondary School
I had my first staying hostel experience there. I met new friends, with various characteristic. It’s difficult to say on sheet about it. There, I learned about a life without family. Only friends were around me. And they were from various places; some came from places which I never even heard about them before.
For form one student, it’s normal to see the phenomena of “ragging” which in the other word means being bullied by senior students. I still remember, washing some seniors’ clothes. Since they were my upperclassmen, they can bully me as I’m the freshmen. Their reason of doing that if they were got caught was, “we’re happened to be done as such in the past, they gotta taste as well what we had suffered,”
These things keep on going until now. The next generations will still inherit it. When I turned to a senior, I started to test my ‘senior power’. Thus, I took a freshman boy and force him to wash my clothes as I’ve been done before. If he refuse to do so, he’ll get punish after midnight. But then I had realized that this thing will never extinct if there is still a ‘bug’ continuing this kind of unhealthy tradition. But to compare with nowadays school hostel, we have a serious gap between them. Today, student beat to death. Several cases were closed ended up the students admitted committing homicide. They had beaten some boys, for some unserious factors. And yet they beat the victims to death. But today we see these kinds of things normally. After hearing someone’s got killed, we seem to have lost the sense of ‘shock’ or ‘surprise’; like we were accepting these things indirectly. That’s the power of ‘future youngsters’.
Examination Season
This is a story when I was a school student. At that time, I was quite a good role model among my friends as I was in school top five. I was actually the fifth among them. But, we were always competing with each others, “who deserved the first place?” We were always challenging each others to achieve higher grade in examination. I still remember our own ‘proverb’,
“It doesn’t matter on how your opponent does, it does matter on how is your performance, and the way you maintain it constantly.” – The Five.
And the sentence “It doesn’t matter on how your opponent does…” means, the rank does not matter, as long as you keep improve.
With these words, we were always doing our best in examination. I was always referring the teachers after classes. The other four were always doing revision alone without referring the teachers. I was the slowest among ‘the five’, so I need to act what I was supposed to do.
I still remember when I once dropped to the 6th place in school. My other friends were quite shocked and somehow felt disappointed and depressed due to my performance back then. After the disaster, I trained myself to be better than last time. Then I came back to the 5th place like the way I did before. Soon after that, I had realized that we were missing an element in our proverb.
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“It doesn’t matter on how your opponent does, it does matter on how is your performance, the way you improve it and lastly the way you maintain it constantly. The real opponent is…the old you,” – The Five.
These words are better than the last one. “…The real opponent is…the old you,” here means, you need to beat the old you. In an easy word, you need to improve yourself without wishing other people around to make mistakes.
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“Victory on others’ mistakes is the worst kind of winning.” – Wisdom proverb.
In form three, I got only 4A’s and 5B’s in PMR. So I totally depressed and some kind of got pissed at my friends who got better result. My family expects me to get at very least 7A’s. But they actually didn’t realize they were expecting too much from me. Soon after that, I got to further my study in technical school. There I still act like I was in form three. I got many friends, and I was accepted by ALL people there. I was seeing as a good boy on their eyes. But as I said, my life is full with misery. I didn’t study at all before the SPM examination. It’s caused by delinquent peers’ influence. Like people said, friends can be the medicine or remedy; friends somehow can be the poison. The day before the examination, I can even playing chess with my friends, until dawn. Man…that’s horrible wasn’t it? I felt regret doing that, until today.
In SPM I got kind of bad result. I only have 5A’s, compared to my best friends, they were having 10A’s, 8A’s and many of them got 7A’s. I was like the black sheep of the white group. I felt very depressed at that time, even worst than last time in PMR. I can feel my family felt uneasy with me after making them felt embarrassed with such result.
Soon after that, I got offered to further my study in Matriculation College. I took the chance given, and got to know some new friends as usual.
Matriculation Season
March 2006, my first step going out from my mother state, Melaka. I was happened to studying in the place where my younger sister studying now. There, I was elected as kind of president, but they did call me captain. I was experienced conducting people outside my own state. The unforgettable memory was, when we are all watching World Cup Football every night until morning. I still remember the incident of Zaidane header towards Matterazi. That incident was watched and discussed by more than 100 millions football lover in the world. So, we kind of proud watched live, although through television, seeing is believing.
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I don’t have any other unforgettable memory there to share; the proof is I’ve forgotten the others events, LOL…=P
B.ed.TESL
After studying at Matriculation College, I was offered to further my study in Maktab Perguruan Kota Bharu in Kelantan. That was my second step going far from Melaka. And on top of that, I was the first member of my family travelled that further. In Kelantan, I studied on English (Bachelor of Education on Teaching English as Second Language), B.ed TESL. There, I studied in detail about the craziness of English language.
I took 4 major subjects,
English Studies – touching further about the old literature of English, including poems, novels, drama, short stories, etc.
Language Description – focusing on grammar generally, base on the Collins Cobuild Grammar Studies, the detail of word classes, subject verb agreement, adjunct, mood, modifier, cohesion, ellipsis, etc.
Language Development – generally touching about the English wholly including pronunciation, essay and journal, reading comprehension, and they are all United Kingdoms level of language.
Social Studies – touching on current issues such as environment, politics, communication skills, leadership, globalization, gender bias, overpopulation and lots of other general agendas in the world.
Studying there made me lost the senses of science and mathematics, duh. I never studied science and mathematics during those 3 years. But there, I have improved my knowledge of English.
After 3 years, I once again make a BIG change of my life.
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