I have started repaying part of my PTPTN loan. At least regularly. It’s never been regular before this, and I hope to continue doing so. Yes, this also depends on me keeping this job steadily, but I should be able to do it, I hope.

Not repaying means I would be denying other students who need the money badly. Which is why I don’t approve of people who borrow with no intention to pay back, or those who borrow and forget to pay back… for ten years. -_-“

Votes needed!

April 25, 2007

Tiara’s changing the world!!

Votes please.

WOOT!

April 10, 2007

CONGRATS TIARA!!!!

Rote no longer enough

April 2, 2007

Developing countries tend to focus more on rote-learning; cramming as much information into the head of the student and validating the student’s efforts by how much they have remembered. The curriculum tends to be dry and factual-sounding. What’s more important is the when and what. Formulas to remember all this information thus become popular, and as time grows shorter, cramming to pass exams become more commonplace.

What are the rewards?

Those who succeed in national exams are feted and celebrated by the country, sometimes through the media, mainly through parents and their surroundings; often giving their parents and extended family members bragging rights (though the latter tended to put more pressure on their children to exceed expectations). Those who didn’t were often considered less desirable by a wide range of people, least of all, employers.

What does this system promote?

Very often, memorisation and the belief that if it’s not in a book, it’s not really worth your time. Studying, studying, studying; that’s all that matters. It will help you get into a good uni (preferably one with scholarship) and once you get into a good uni and get good grades, you will not need to wait to graduate to get good job offers.

Right?

Wrong.

I have one friend whom you could say fits the mould of what a top student should be. Scholarship, completing her education overseas (no, I don’t mean Tiara), getting good grades, etc. By right, she should been flooded by job offers when she came back, shouldn’t she? She writes well, has a pretty good idea of where she wants to go, but nothing really outstanding when it comes to her resume besides her grades. Took her some time to find a job.

Nope, not quite the dream we thought it would be.

Contrast this with another guy I know. Guy’s pretty much a slacker, has average grades (according to him he was supposed to have finished his diploma last year) and yet, his work is great. He got an offer from a rather reputable company the other day. The guy just asked him when he was going to graduate, and once he got his answer, offered the student a job on the spot once he’d graduated.

Quite different from what one would have expected, no?

Like what the above friend says, it’s skills that matter, not grades. My friend found a job that was where she wanted to be and is quite demanding on her organisational skills. The guy? He’s having fun WoW-ing. Me? I’ve used my customer service skills, writing, and some thinking skills. Some I said. XD

And that is the end of this random post.

HELP WANTED

March 2, 2007

URGENT HELP WANTED!

Need someone who’s willing to pick up someone from PJ, near Univ. Hosp and ferry them to a school near Summit! DATES: MON/TUES (5-6 MARC 2007)

The person with the case is here! Please email Yiliang or leave a comment here and I’ll get back to you ASAP.

59Minutes: A review

September 29, 2006

It’s a truly good show (ok, this is my first play and Emily more or less bullied me into watching this, but please ignore that), but it was a truly enjoyable show. I missed Rojak, the play earlier this year due to work commitments, but I would have been damned if I missed this one too, especially since it was supposed to be done within 59 minutes. And it’s no mean feat. They DID do it within 59 Minutes, and boy was it worth EVERY SECOND.

Before we begin, I would like to THANK Emily for inviting me. It was great seeing you again (and yes, I DO realise I looked like an aunty, and I have to say again: I forgot I was going out in the evening when I got dressed today, SO THERE!). It was also a surprise to see Marvin Wong acting in this play; I had no idea that Marvin was even remotely connected to this whole thing (Nick, you SOOOOO missed a great time. He glomped me. HE GLOMPED ME. Damnit, I should have done that, but that would betray my status as an aunty… WAIT! WHAT AM I SAYING?? *Headdesks*)

In any case, the play consisted of 7 shorts; some a monologues, others a story. I loved all of them, though some more than others. Emily, whoever did the arranging of the shorts should be given an award. It was PERFECT.

Ok, /end spazz.

/Begin spoiler

The play began with a rather interesting but slightly mundane Best Foot Forward. This was a short, simple, and easy-to-understand story that left you wondering if it was meant as a subtle commentary on the world. I love things that can be taken in two different levels or more, and this was certainly one of them. Tell you what… Pak Lah and Dr M should have watched this. It would have been great.

This was followed by a very witty and sharp commetary on society by Lam Wai Yee, in Mother Tongue. She switched between accents very well, and her delivery and comic timing was very nicely done. Snob? Yes. Victim? Yes. Airhead? Yes. Evil wife? DEFINITELY. This was a really good short with a theme of infidelity that led surprisingly well into the next.

Fruitcake was the name of the next short, and it was intense. Sharanya Manivannan was excellent as Lisa, and her voice, and more importantly, the emotions she carried in her voice was nothing short of amazing. There are a few pop culture references (with poor Vinolan Batsalaruban taking most of the jokes) but it was a very well done play. I felt like crying and going up to the stage to hug her; that was how intense the short was. I had to blink rapidly to cover it, yet I felt enraged as well.

Showers of Flowers is my favourite of the lot. Krystle, or was it Doreen, who played the part of the flowergirl, was heart-wrenching. The look on her face, abandoned and pleading, made you want to reach out and take whatever she’s offering, for she’s not selling, nor is she buying. She’s not being calculative; she just wants to give a flower to you. Accepting it may have made you feel like a millionaire; if only to see a (potentially) joyful look on her face. But no on took the flower in the end; I suppose none of us knew whether we should have (that’s a commentary I shall leave to later).

Track was… surreal. And scary. And on so many levels. More later. :p

The World’s Smelliest Durian. Think big durian, only more tongue in cheek and more true to life. More on this later after my bath.

Finally, The Ground Floor, which didn’t make sense. Well, not very, but I loved it for the themes. What are they? Ah, that you’ll have to see it to understand.

So what are you waiting for? It runs only till Sunday! Don’t miss it!

Being held at:

The Dram Projects
BG06 Happy Mansion Apts
Jalan 17/13

For tickets, call Louisa Low @ 0163757833

HURRY!!!

HAH!

July 4, 2006

How often do you see a school kid (and a valedictorian* at that) criticize the education system upon graduation?

Not very often.

Of course, the Headmaster has to protest. Hypocritical? I don’t think so.

*Valedictorian: Top scorer in Malaysian context.
**Taken from Ti. ^_^

That your child is a poor little thing who will lose out on education? I think not.

I’m still irate over this ‘feature’ that was aired over TV3 (local channel) during the news several weeks back. According to it, Indian children were losing out because they had no preschool. From the way the report was done, it seemed not going to preschool was tantamount to not going to school. What I was particularly irked at was the fact that not going to preschool was the same as failing. There was a need for more of these facilities, so that these children would not miss out.

I disagree.

While it is true that the best time to teach a child is when they’re young, forcing to go to something like preschool is nothing but torture. It is one thing if the children are thought to enjoy the love of reading (just reading, writing can wait), but another to force them to stay indoors when the sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the day begs to be spent outdoors, looking in the garden for odd-looking berries, playing “Ring around the Roses” with your cousins or friends (I know the song’s a bad choice, but bear with me) and generally running around.

Edit: I’m not sure whether I’m right or wrong, but the main difference between preschool and kindergarten are the methods employed. One emphasizes, and is very much like a normal school. The other teaches children through play, letting them enjoy learning/reading for it’s own sake.

Like accounting, doctoring (immensely important!), engineering- any job, IMHO that involves a very high degree of precision, technical know-how, and a logical mind. However, does everyone have to be pressured to score As, even if they don’t want to?

This is what prompted this entry. Now go read it before you come back. BTW, stop by EducateDeviate on your way back. That’s the author’s website on alternative education. ^_^

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Back? Good. Primary and Secondary Education in Malaysia has been on a slide for a long time, regardless of what the government says. The emphasis and switch on scoring for Academics and forgetting everything else in the race for the moolah (or so some parents tell their children) has been nothing but detrimental to our society.

I told this to my mom (about Tiara’s article, I mean), who then proceeded to say that “I don’t force you to get all As,” which started my eyeroll (mom has got incredibly good selective memory coupled with excellent “Believe me” faces) and then said that this was due to the fact that people are having less children, sometimes only one in the family, so they compare their kids to other people’s kids to give themselves a pat on the back for raising fine children. This would be preposterous and funny if it weren’t for the fact that this happened to me.

So I made myself promise that if I had kids, I’d rather her/him (yes, I’ll be selfish and admit I want a daughter) I’d make her get A for being a kind person. I’d rather give her a treat for helping an elderly person cross the road than for a perfect test paper (On a side note, I once nearly got a perfect test paper in Std. 4). I would rather my daughter know right from wrong than for her to recite the values to me without understanding.

Of course, she’s got a right in return, to expect her mother to listen to her, to support her dreams no matter how ridiculous, to let her take and drop her extra classes (such as ballet and the like), to go for self-defence and swimming lessons (now I think that one I’ll make her go, just to be safe) and to be respected as an individual.

*Looks back on post*

Oh kay… sorry for disgressing, but please keep those links in mind. Or at least… READ THEM. ^_^