Sunday, April 26, 2009


Ok, I was offered a matriculation studies worth only RM 220.00 at Penang.

Why so far from Johor here? It is quite mindboggling as to why students from the tip of the end of Malaysia is offered to The Pearl of the Orient at the highest north. And we can't even reach the pearl actually, we onl arrive at the shell, because the centre is at Seberang Perai. A case of so near yet so far!!

You must think I'm ungrateful and a *&^$@! for not appreciating what I got, but just having an opinion here!

Matriculation is quite good, a shortcut and on top of the list for admission to public universities but note this: We can ONLY enter public unis. Unlike STPM which is highly recognised across the globe and u can use the results to study at UK, US, Singapore, anywhere!!! A-levels on the other hand is of course the best option but it definitely has more financial burden.

I also heard the JPA results are gonna be announced at the same date! So pack your bags, toothbrush and teddy bear the night before. When its 12.00 a.m., quickly on your computer and see the results. If successful, you can throw your bags in the sea and party. If unsuccessful, start your car engine....

English For The Future

I am an 18 year old and I believe I have the responsibility to convey to the people what we students think on the recent debate of the implementation of English in Science and Mathematics.

The debate of someone becoming less “Malaysian” when subjects are being taught in English is plain ridiculous. In fact, those who are fluent in English are the ones that are able to absorb knowledge quickly and help propel this nation towards development and modernisation. They are the ones that make this country proud in the eyes of the world when representing Malaysia in international forums and talks with other global leaders. In my opinion, these are the people who are far more “Malaysian” because they bring progress, pride and success to our shores. Not uncivilised monkeys who go to the streets. Not backward thinkers trapped in a cocoon of the past who are as outdated as they are foolish. Not so-called brainwashed people who think they are heros just by shouting stupid slogans and displaying banners that are so uglily drawn even the orang utan in the Melaka Zoo can paint better.

Our Prime Minister Dato Seri’ Najib Tun Razak is English educated since young and look where he is today. Even the new Education Minister Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin is a respectable figure who speaks fluent English and hails from an English medium school those days, High School Muar, which coincidentally is my alma mater too. I just hope that the benefits they gained years ago which made them who they are today are retained for the sake of the future of Malaysia’s children.

I am also baffled as to why we students and graduates are not given the opportunity to voice our opinions on this matter. I didn’t hear of student representatives attending the round table discussions. Why are we represented by political parties who only care of mudslinging the other side, organisations that are comprised mainly of outdated adults and societies that do not bother to understand our predicaments whatsoever? What, you think us students are programmed robots who know only how to study and don't have an opinion? Why do certain persatuans like "Persatuan Saya Tak Ada Kerja Nak Buat Jadi Saya Nak Cari Pasal" call the shots? For all we know, their members are only lepak kakis in kopitiam or jobless graduates who want to stir up something beacuse they are too bored!

Does the government know the meaning of the Malay proverb “genggam bara api biar sampai jadi arang”? After 6 years of hard work training teachers, millions of text books published and vast amounts of money used on ICT, are we backing out now? When playing a football match, we youngsters know that even when we are 3-0 down with the crowd booing at us, we know we must persevere and fight on. When we students enter competitions and are faced with tough competition and hard obstacles, we never back down and always give our 100%. When we face the straining pressure of examinations and difficult questions, we know we must hang on and try our best. Even we students know the meaning of persevereance. Shame on you adults and leaders who are as fragile, wobbly and unfirm as 1mm twigs in my garden. Its time the leaders learn from us students, the REAL future generation of Malaysia.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Interview in Taylors

I had a really enjoyable time being interviewed by two equally brilliant and beautiful ladies at the Taylors University College Business School. It was a real eye opener and it was just a casual entertaining occasion.

They asked anything under the sun: what is interesting about muar(the food like otak-otak and mee bandung obviously), how do you get such good grades(secret recipe, hehe), where do u see yourself 10 years from now(in the Parliament, maybe), why "this particular course", what u know about this scholarship and of course my baffling presentation. Of course, when you have a person that speaks like Obama and have good looks like Brad Pitt, it's not that hard. Haha, just kidding here....

I think the key to a successful interview is add a little spicy humour to liven up things, communicate with the interviewer, highlight your strenghts as fast as possible, ask them questions and just be yourself actually. You don't need to memorise a script the size of your Add Maths kerja kursus project, juz the important points will short, act natural. Don't be a pre-programmed robot.

Here are a few tips from the net for JPA aspirants:
Let's say the name of yur course is "Roti Canai Studies"

Q: Why study "Roti Canai Studies"?
A: Because since young, I love to eat roti of all kinds like telur, bawang, tisu, bom and even pisang. I also like the mouth-watering dhall and enjoy seeing the mamak flip the roti 5 metres high. When I finished SPM, I interned at a roti canai stall. Ilearned a lot from that. I even e-mailed a professor of roti canai expertise in Pakistan.......blah blah

Q: Where do u see yourself 10 years from now?
A: I want to open roti canai stalls all across the globe from the streets of China to the canteen in Oxford University. I want to even have a hotline for roti canai like Pizza Hut does. I want to push for biotech research to make my roti canai tastier, crispier and last longer. I want to further my studies and pursue a Masters in "Roti Canai Studies"....blah blah

Q: What makes u special than others?
A: I can flip roti canai so high till the top of the KL Towers. At the smell of roti canai, I can know if its bawang or kosong. I can even make the largest roti canai in the world to make Malaysia "berdiri sama tinggi, duduk sama rendah, baling roti canai lebih tinggi" than any country....blah, blah

That's the general idea. Thank you.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

My Side of the Story

Let me make it extremely clear that I attended a national primary school from 1998 to 2003 and a national secondary school from 2004 till 2008. Yeah, the memories were just wonderful, the experiences heart-warming and the friends I made will be treasured for a lifetime. But throughout my 11 years of academic pursuit, there is one particular issue that I think I have the responsibility to highlight, which is the distinct segregation of races in the schools of Malaysia.

First, let me walk back through the majestic memory lanes of my childhood schooldays. In primary school, we were like brothers: I don't mind if I shared my keropok with Kumar, played hide and seek with Taufik or stood up for Mandhir Singh when he was bullied. Regardless of race, we played together till we got struck in the buttocks by the discipline master, joked together till the whole class looked like a circus, teased the teacher together till she cried, went spider-hunting together in haunted forests and participated in many activities a restless child could possibly think off, always abundant with laughter and pure joy. I really miss those days. Unfortunately, the recent trends that I witnessed over the last few years hasn't painted a rosy impression at all to me. Things have changed for the worse.

Today, ever since we were young innocent angels who were as naive as we were colour-blind, we have been irrationally separated from the other races from the first day we attend primary school. The Malays attend national schools, the Chinese dominated SRJK(C)s and the Indians were the indisputable majority in SRJK(T)s. I was shocked to hear from my younger brother who was from a Chinese primary school that there were only 3 Malays and no Indians at all in his school. But I guess you can't expect more than that. But what shocked me even more is when I heard that my former national primary school has only 5 non-Malay pupils this year. Our last hope, the sekolah kebangsaan which acts as a tool for racial bonding, has failed us.

How are we supposed to practice racial integration when the young generation, at such a tender age, have already been pulled apart from each other? How are children supposed to know the cultures of other races, to respect the customs of other races and to forge close bonds with the other races? What for do we learn the Malay idiom of "melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya"?

When these generation of pupils continue their education in secondary schools, I wouldn't say the scenario has even changed one bit. The elite Malays who scored in their UPSR examinations go in hordes to boarding schools, Sekolah Sains and Sekolah Agama all over Malaysia. In the case of some who did stay at regular day schools, they will also eventually depart to Maktab Rendahs and institutions sponsored by MARA after PMR. So, what do we get at regular day schools, like my school for instance? You don't need a Mathematics professor to tell that there are more non-Malays than Malays!

And it doesn't end there. I can bear witness that the different races do not mix together at all! The Chinese will gather in one spot in the classroom, the Malays in another and the Indians in another. What do you expect when everyone speaks their own mother tongue? How can a Malay mingle with a group of Chinese who communicate in Mandarin? And then comes the so-called "Kelas Rancangan Khas" where academically excellent Malays are placed in the top two classes while the non-Malays are taught in other classes. Can you imagine how ridiculous this school policy is? What does the "perpaduan kaum" and "saling menghormati antara kaum" mean in our Moral classes when we can barely see the faces of other races, what more understand them?

Sorry to say, it still doesn't end here. Over the years as a person active in co-curricular activities, I can honestly say only a blind man cannot witness the dominance of one race in every single club and society. For example, the Interact Club, Leo Club, St.John Ambulance, Tae Kwan Do and Chinese Society have almost 95 percent non-Malay members. On the other hand, the Malays make up most, if not all, of the Kadet Polis, Kadet Remaja, Kadet Bersatu, Bomba, Persatuan Bahasa Melayu and Silat societies. I believe the situation is similar in almost every school in Malaysia. Go ask any student and I bet they will tell you the same thing. That's why I call my friend dumb when he wrote co-curricular activities as the main point in his essay of "Cara-Cara Memupuk Perpaduan Kaum di Sekolah".

What about higher education? Needless to say again, the non-Malays will opt for the STPM and private colleges while the Malays will enter Matrikulasi, UiTM, UIAM and many other public universities. You see, the races in Malaysia are as if living in different worlds since they were young till they enter the workforce as adults. Something is seriously wrong with the education system and a total immediate revamp is needed for the sake of our country before it is too late. It is silly because as we speak proudly of a first-world nation in Wawasan 2020 with our heads held high, it is a shame that the very foundation of our country's development is being shattered by irresponsible policies and myopic mentalities of Malaysians.

Before I end this article, I want to share something with you all. As I passed by my mum's school where she is a teacher, I saw the most beautiful sight I could ever hope for. A Malay girl running with adorable chuckles chased by an Indian and a Chinese girl who were laughing so happily, oblivious to the outside world without any worries whatsoever. They were playing a game of chasing, just like when I was young a long time ago. Immediately, the barriers of my emotions broke down and tears flew down my cheeks. You don't need a PhD in Psychology to know why I cried. Even a 17 year old like me understands that.

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Friday, March 27, 2009

Ok Class...Our First Lesson on ABCs....

Hi everyone out there! Well, basically I'm at the adolescent age of 17 and if you have brushed up on your biology, its where hormones goraging, spirits soar high and I would explode like a volcano if I want to comment on things. That is why I set up this blog on the state of education in Malaysia, the juiciest up to date happenings and my experiences of undergoing 11 years of education in Malaysia.

I know I'm just a novice compared to Tony Pua's Education In Malaysia blogspot or a few others like Recom or Educate Deviate but as Confucius said "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step". Haha, not trying to be my Sejarah teacher here but nevertheless I will prove my theory of relativity and produce that awesome nuclear explosion....sorry, sometimes get to carried away.

For starters, I'm attending a JPA interview this April 1. I am hoping to study law. Hehe, just hope they don't try to play tricks on me on April Fool. I'll keep up soon!

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