Kurikulum Pendidikan Pemandu

Driving Education Curriculum~ IS that how it's translated to English? I'm not so sure. But anyway, I have finally gone to the Driving School (with much complaints with my brother who wanted to walk there but then finally gave in and drove there instead due to the SWELTERING HEAT of the SUN!). On the way, I was just watching him drive and press the brake and accelerator. And when it came to the parking, he said, "Okay actually, I'm meant to do a 3 point parking but it's turned out to be a million point parking; so don't learn from me."

Ahahaha. So that kind of got me laughing even though I was pretty nervous JUST for the sign uP!>_< I went in and sat there myself infront of the women and used all the BM knowledge I know as well as sum up all the courage to register for my driving license. I tell you, it is the most scariest thing to talk in BM and then they look at you like you are actually speaking some Alien Language.

Take for example a few days ago, I went to KL Sentral to have lunch. When I went to this stall, the guy was asking in English what i wanted. So then I said "Saya nak Papaya boleh tak?" And the guy sort of stopped in his tracks and I was wondering what I said wrong. Then I realized that I asked in Malay but then requested for what i wanted in English. Lol! So i was like, uuhhh Betik! And the guy just smiled and got it for me. I bet he was doing all he can to suppress the laughter inside him.

I do not know what exactly I have against BM. Well, maybe I do... 5 years ago, I used to live in Oman and I studied in an international school. All my teachers were British so then obviously when I learnt English, i picked up the accent and slang too. So whenever we came back to Malaysia for a holiday and meet up with my cousins, it sent them laughing in stitches whenever I spoke. And they used to repeat after me; and since I was young that time, I got deeply hurt easily and felt like I was being mocked. Once, my uncle came for a visit and that time I pronounced "dodol" with a slang, he reiterated it with a british slang and all my cousins laughed at me. That night, I cried in bed and swore to myself I would never speak in Malay again. Thus, my fear and abhoration of the Bahasa Malaysia begun.

Many a time, my parents have coaxed me that it is the our Mother Tongue and that I should do best to learn it. I took BM lightly especially because BM for IGCSE is in Foreign Language so I never took the initiative to learn my best. However now it seems like everything I'm going to do from now on would require BM AND talking in that language. I have tried many ways, talking in BM with a friend of mine but it didnt seem to work and it just made me embarassed I cant even speak malay even after 5 years. I've read Malay novels but slept after the first few pages (accept amazingly the books by Ramlee Awang Murshid, recommended by another friend, which kept me thrilled til the end).

I think I'm just going to get used to learning and talking in BM whether I like it or not. Most probably I'd have to learn it the hard way. But that's my fault for not learning it more seriously. Oh woe is me and my BM. InsyaAllah I'll master it. One day:)

~nadhirah
nine post meridiem
fourth december two thousand seven