Wtb time warp

Stumbled across this as I was mucking around for info. Handy site. Sometimes you can't help but curse at yourself for not having found stuff just a slight bit earlier, I mean, it could have been handy during any one of the basic literature classes, or even during the practicum. Oh well, live and learn and pass it on.

Gandhi, AKA Nadzeri Md Suhaimi

Gandhi was born in Porbandar, India, on October 2nd 1869. His father died when he was still a teenager. At the age of 13 he married Kasturba Gandhi who was three years younger and the marriage lasts for 62 years until her death in 1944.






As a young man Gandhi left India to study law in London. Then he spent two decades working in South Africa securing rights for Indian expatriates. It was during this time that his political reform through non-violence which he called Satyagraha was born.











This movement meant resistance of tyranny through mass civil disobedience, firmly founded upon ahimsa, total non violence, which led India to independence and inspired movements for civil rights and freedom across the world. This way, when he returned to India, Mohandas Gandhi emerged as a political and religious leader in the fight for independence from Great Britain and was accorded the country's Father of the Nation. India freed itself from Britain on August 15th, 1947. Five months later, on January 25th, 1948 Gandhi was shot by a conservative Hindu.

Moral subsidies

So, I had errands to run and decided that taking the LRT would be more economical, so me and my wife park over at KL Sentral and decide to hop on a train. What happens? Well, first I have to shout at people to let the passengers off the train before they get on. Then, the next stop, a bunch of people actually miss the stop because they couldn't get off due to people pushing to get inside. Gah! So upon disembarking, I holler to everyone outside to let us out first, before they push in. Which kinda works.

Completing the errand, we go back to the train station and wait for the next train. Guess what? As soon as it arrives, this dude actually rams into me, pushing me aside while his girlfriend giggles. I yell at them, but they act like they don't hear me, at which point my wife drags me over to the next door where there are less retards and more space. Gah!

So, fuel prices go up and the nation screams in outrage and people start rambling about better public transport and rarararara, at which point the government hands out fuel subsidies. Wonderful. But you know what, it's not really public transport that needs a boost, but, read my lips here people, YOUR GODDAMN COURTESY, or let me put it a bit more clearly, YOUR GODDAMN ABSOLUTE LACK OF ANYTHING RESEMBLING COMMON COURTESY BECAUSE YOUR PARENTS WERE TOO BUSY SCREAMING ABOUT SUBSIDIES TO TEACH YOU BUGGERS SOME MANNERS, at which point I'd like to point out that it's actually impossible for the government to hand out moral/courtesy subsidies to curb this problem being that it requires having something abstract in stock, and suddenly I have a funny image of a bunch of people lining up at the post office to receive their government sanctioned manners subsidy and now I've calmed down.

Seriously people, we're not progressing. All the technology in the world could be at our fingertips, all the luxuries and eveything you could ever want to make your life easier, and we wouldn't progress simply because we haven't eliminated the asshole gene that resides in most of the world today, and the best thing is, this gene that contains the behaviour of assholity isn't even handed down from parent to child, it's actually absorbed experientally from the atmosphere. Hear that kids? Breathing can actually make you an asshole.

*sigh*

Forgive my swearing, but seriously, at this point, do most people even know why you recited the national tenets during assembly at school? Do most people even remember them once they've left school? Gah!

Malaysians, heck, Earthlings, I beseech you, buck up, coz we can't hand out moral subsidies.

That's right, I haven't been raving like a lunatic

So, this blog is supposed to be about education, but I haven't exactly been uploading any course syllabi or what not like a good little boy, so maybe anyone who reads this (I wonder who does actually) might think that I'm in the habit of digressing from the focus of a particular subject (not necessarily untrue most of the time, but in this case, very much so).

So, the blog is about education? What is education? Maybe the answer is simple. Science is science, geography is about maps, math is about numbers, and English (TESL anyone?) is about language. It's so simply clear cut isn't it? Not really...

Let's say for example, I decide to state that I owe my friend a favour, since he (she?) helped me out a few weeks back, so once I repay the favour we'll be even. My dear reader(s?), using the wonders of language, I just taught you math, specifically 1-1=0, in way more words than necessary, but the point to be proven here is the fact that you can't just take everything at face value.

The blog is about education, yes, granted. Have you ever thought about what education is? To me it's so much more than syllabi and course descriptions and schemes of work and anything else they've thrown at us in the Faculty (of Education for any non-TESLite readers out there who for some reason may be reading this). Some dude, I think an ex-premier of Africa (Prime minister if I'm not mistaken, I don't think it's president...) once said that education is "the act of liberating the mind from ignorance". Sums it up quite wonderfully actually.

So, in short, if I'm not whinin', but I'm statin', then I must be educatin'.

Hmm hmm hmmm

What most people know about the fasting month is that people don't eat from sunup to sundown.

What most people don't know about the fasting month is that sometimes when you take an afternoon nap, you dream of giant talking hotdogs and wake up with cravings 4 hours before you can break fast.

Also, over the weekend, I rearranged my parents' room while they were away. They called five minutes ago, and were not amused. :/

Lastly, something to ponder.