The Toyol for Exam

It’s exam fever. I’d like to wish juniors good luck for the exam, and most definitely the result.

Yesterday, I bought an All-In-One printer (AiO). It’s been ages since I sought for one. The last one was BCJ-2000SP, a very famous Canon model. It’s still working but I never liked the way it’s oddly shaped, prone to collect dust.

So anyway, I started clearing out my desk to make room for the new found love. I scanned my old notes in the process.

Control System, year 2 Engineering, only 4 pieces of paper. I couldn’t find my ‘toyol’ a.k.a. cheat sheet. It’s only 1 page summing everything above.

FAQ:

1. Did your gf write them for you? No.
2. It’s so small, can you read it? Yes.
3. Did anyone make a copy? I think so.
4. Did you score the subject? No. I overslept and missed the exam
5. Why do you choose to compress the notes? Less is more, more is less, more or less.
6. The main reason to short hand your note. To save trees and be a cheapskate.
7. Exam’s over, why don’t you throw it away? I spent hours writing this, do you think I’ll let it go to waste?
8. Then go recycle! No. The memories intact is priceless.
9. How old is the notes? 6 years.

I’m glad I’m through with engineering, I didn’t like it in the first place.

ps: Not going to blog about my niece. It’ll only invite the get-married-lah-eddie! in me.

I was an Engineering Student

I’m not actually proud of my scroll. After all, I barely scrape through my courses. With some twisting and turning, I made my mark on that piece of paper.

I was cleaning my pile of stash. Mainly consist of unused papers, lessons, exam result, bills,.. until I came across my engineering notes, dated 13 Sep 2003.

(Everything in this post is my hand writing)

I questioned myself, what was the reason I quit engineering? I don’t hate it, in fact, I love technicalities.

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UiTM For Non Bumi’s, My Take

I woke this morning to a Dejavu, UiTM for Non-Bumi’. I care not to read further, the headlines is pretty much self-explanatory. I’ve also made up my mind whom I’m siding a long time ago.

UiTM for Non-Bumi’s! That’s what I’m for. Call me a racist, I don’t care. Call me ignorant, I don’t mind. Call me stupid, I know how intelligent I am. Call me a traitor, God will judge me.

UiTM is undoubtly a place where many bumi graduates was born. It’s so successful, that it’s capable of producing at least 20k graduates every year. With such a large figure, have you wondered about the quality?

If I were to conclude, this is a result of having too many Malays in one place, it resonants their bad attributes. Malay is an inferior race. You talk down to them, they’ll throw a toilet bowl in your face. Malay can’t accept critics, be it constructive ones. Lazy, Manja etc, you know what a Malay is like.

An urge to win against another. ‘We can’t let Chinese get the top ten!’ This is rather racist but it produces great results. It’s somewhat a motivation. And obviously we all love progress.

Do away with the federal constitution. It was drafted in the 80’s. We are bigger, smarter and wiser now. For heaven’s sake, we are undertaking this silly thing called globalisation. So why the set back?

UiTM is the most affordable way to get a degree. In fact, it’s cheapest education you can ever get in Malaysia. It was established for mid-low class group of Malays. Having said that, I saw a few students driving imported cars around the campus. ‘Parents ko sep duit ke?’ If you can afford an education, go ahead. Leave your spot for others.

Malay is still poor, we need that uni. So you think you’re poor? What about Indians who lived in a junk yard or estate? Chinese family who lives in a 1 room flat? That’s probably an extreme case, but I know a friend who came to uni with enough fare for LRT and a bottle of water everyday. Sometimes she brings food from home. She made it, but to look back at what she went through, it’s rather uncanny.

While we’re striving to save our ass-es, we mustn’t forget others as well. We all have the same blood color, only origin that separates us apart. We say, we’re ‘bersopan santun’ and courteous, well, ARE WE?

Hot chick factor. Wouldn’t you like to see Chinese chicks in Baju Kurung? Enough said.

I wish not to generalized UiTM student, but this is a democratic country, and in democracy, majority rules. However, I am a minority, feel free to bash me, I’ll take you on.

In the end, it’ll be like MRSM, open for all but many non-bumi rejected the offer

Anwar’s Origin, MCKK or MC Gay Gay?

A controversial post on the recent allegation of Anwar’s sodomy case.

It’s a known fact that Anwar is from MCKK, so am I. Often when I claimed myself to be an old boy, an annoying question never fail to surface, MCKK gay? (more…)

MCOBA Futsal ‘08, It Was Fun, Until We Lost

“Losing is part of winning” - NH.

Last weekend, we had our annual MCOBA futsal tournament. My team isn’t actually the best (of 3 teams from my batch), but we’re adequate.

Last year we emerged as the Plate category champion, so this year, we aimed higher, The CUP. Unfortunately we hit the shower much sooner than we expected. We lost to our own batch in the Quarter Finals. (more…)

The Death of a Heroin, Datin Faridah

I just got back from a funeral. Still tired, feeling a little blue and a packet of tissue awaits every tear on my cheek.

She was a hero to me. During my days in Kuala Kangsar, she used to drop by and give me advises that I don’t really want to listen to. What can you expect, I was a healthy teenager who wanted to have fun more than anything else (I was a home-sicko too)

She was a fighter, outspoken, brave and transparent. I wish I could spend more time with her - NoktahHitam

During our gathering on festive season, she would sneak up to me and pull my leg. You know la, makcik-makcik, they like to brag about their kids or make fun of younger generations. I always hated that. But in my case, she always defended me. God knows what her reason was. Amongst the things she said during those days were,

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I Was a Teacher’s Pet

Last weekend was my second visit to Kuala Kangsar for the LaPassion Project. I met a few teacher throughout the 2 days training, on and off the field. As for the boys, they’re coping with the training easily. It was either fit or I was being easy on them. The U15s are doing quite well. I can see some unpolished gems on the field. Really can’t wait for their first cap.

Anyway, this post is not about the boys, it’s about my trip to my alma matter, The Malay College. It’s quiet a surprise that most the teachers still remember me, I’d have to thank my ‘English’ name for that. (more…)