A Personal Malaysian Tale

...I had overcome multiple hurdles in life and passed an examination deemed to be very difficult by international standards. I was not about to blow it all away by angering the UMNO government...


A Personal Malaysian Tale

This is a letter written by a very dear friend of mine, Hoe. It is a very poignant piece of writing penned at a time when all seemed lost and futile after an apparently victorious battle against the odds of life. It must be read in the context at the time and circumstances when it was first written, which was somewhere in mid-June 2006, right after the results of student intake into the local universities.


Fellow Malaysians and the Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, spare me some of your invaluable time as I narrate my personal Malaysian tale.

I am a 23-year-old Chinese Malaysian male born in a family of five in a northern state of Peninsular Malaysia. My father is a humble shop assistant who earns a small monthly salary. My mother is a housewife who very rarely leaves home as she has to care for my youngest sibling with severe Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). My other sibling is currently studying Upper Six in a national-type school. She teaches Mandarin and Art tuitions to help the family make ends meet despite her examinations being less than 4 months away.

To begin with, I am not the brightest spark one can find around the neighbourhood. All my life, as far as I can recall, I have been a below average student who scores just above the passing mark. My best achievement was in Form One when I did somehow attain the first position in the second weakest class of my school. It was not something to boast about but I was proud that my bid for self-improvement did somewhat pay off. After my SPM examination, in which I passed with 5 credits, I opted for the STPM. Although I was well-informed that the STPM was and still is, very challenging, I had no other option as my family did not have sufficient financial resources to support my further studies in private institutions. Throughout the 2 years of STPM, I toiled as I could, failing my school-level exams time and again, yet each time returning a little more determined to pass the next one. Still, when the real examination came and went, I inevitably failed the STPM examination, having attained only a pass in the General Paper.

As I have mentioned, I am not the brightest spark around and I humbly accepted the results I was dealt.

I watched as my peers entered university to become engineers, computer scientists and doctors. While they were there, I took up multiple jobs to help supplement my family’s income. Two years later, still determined to attain a degree, I did the unthinkable and registered myself once again for the STPM. I gave it my best shot, burning the midnight oil as I am fully aware that only diligence and sheer hard work would be my ticket into university. When my second STPM results were finally released, I passed with decent, though not impressive grades in all subjects, even attaining a commendable Band 5 in my Malaysian University English Test (MUET).

Nevertheless, my application for a place in a local university was still denied, and I am fairly confident that it was not because I made the wrong choice of courses. Disappointed but not disheartened, I file an appeal as encouraged so in the local media, and I patiently waited and hoped that my final shot at university would be granted. The Malaysian Chinese Association (MCA) had an ‘appeals bureau’ and like most other non-confronting Chinese Malaysians, I opted to go through the MCA channels instead of the opposition parties. After all, I had overcome multiple hurdles in life and passed an examination deemed to be very difficult by international standards. I was not about to blow it all away by angering the UMNO government.

At this juncture, I suppose that my fellow Malaysians would not be surprised to find out that even my final appeal for any damn course in any local university was flatly rejected. After 6 years since my Form 5, having given my all, I have nothing to show. Zilch!

I would have quietly and humbly accepted this fact had I not read in a local daily quoting the Minister of Higher Education Mohd Shafie Salleh as stating that the government is committed to providing places for 120,000 “intelligent and qualified” bumiputera students who recently failed to secure placements in local universities, even to the extent of creating additional places for these students.

Such racism. Such favoritism. Such discrimination.

My simple word to Mr Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawi and his predecessor Mahathir Mohamad is this, that:
• We, the non-bumiputras, the third-class citizens of Malaysia are humans too,
• We too, may come from socially-disadvantaged and financially-constrained backgrounds,
• We too, have broken families and handicapped siblings who are fully dependent on us to provide for them financially and emotionally for the rest of their lives,
• We too, harbour hopes and dreams for ourselves and our loved ones,
• And personally, I am sickened by your administration’s indecent policies of racism, discrimination, and social injustice,
• And that I will succeed in life without your corrupted handouts, for I have the inherent qualities to be successful.

Thank you for your attention.


Signed,
Insignificant Malaysian

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SLAI or SLY?

A popular Malaysian blogger, Ong Kian Ming (soon to be Dr. Ong Kian Ming) who writes regularly for Malaysiakini and educationmalaysia.blogspot.com enquired about the SLAB/SLAI programs. This was my reply to him, which i will share with you all.

SLAB/SLAI: A World Of A Difference


Dear Kian Ming,

Sorry for the late reply.

The link that you attached was not accessible.

Nevertheless, the SLAI program is something recent. UM did not have such a program, at least not when I left UM in 2005. In theory, the SLAI and SLAB programs are both equal and identical.

In practice however, there are marked differences between the two.

A reasonable analogy will be like how the Ministry of Higher Education claims to practise meritocracy in theory but puts in place a very devious mechanism to ensure the continued dominance of the bumiputra Malays.

By its name, it may appear that SLAB is a program that caters to all bumiputras – both Muslims and non-Muslims, Malay and non-Malay bumiputras. A close friend of mine, a Kadazan bumiputra once met up with a senior professor of Universiti Malaya to enquire about her eligibility for the SLAB program and how she can go about applying for the scheme. The senior professor of Public Health, who was also the then Deputy Dean of the Medical Faculty gave a very nebulous answer but essentially told this friend of mine that non-Muslim bumiputras are basically not eligible for the trainee lecturers’ program. I was there personally so my eye-witness account is essentially all I can offer you as solid evidence that the SLAB program itself is a mere smokescreen to ensure Malay supremacy among the academic ranks.

The SLAI program is really something else. It stands for Skim Latihan Akademic IPTA (Institut Pengajian Tinggi Awam). There are no ethnic criteria attached to it but in view that the bumiputras already have SLAB to cater to them, you are very correct to assume that SLAI is therefore in existence to cater for the non-bumiputras.

If at all the SLAI and SLAB programs can ever be comparable to each other, I can only say that both does not emphasize on meritocracy. The few non-bumiputras I know who are currently in the SLAI program were not among the top students in their classes. Apart from that, the terms and conditions after one successfully completes one’s studies under the SLAB/SLAI programs are similar.

This is perhaps where their similarity ends. On closer scrutiny , one can see great discriminative practices between the two programs.

I am only covering the medical fraternity as I do not want to make any misleading statements that may not be true for other fields of knowledge.

For starters, the SLAI program for non-bumiputras or rather non-Malays, are open to all specialties in theory but greatly constrictive in practice. Competitive disciplines and specialties in high demand are very much closed to non-Malays. These include opthalmology, otorhinolaryngology, orthopaedics, general surgery, anaesthesiology, radiology, obstetrics and gynaecology. Non-Malays keen to pursue SLAI training will have to contend with non-clinical fields like the basic sciences (physiology, biochemistry, anatomy), public health, or less competitive clinical disciplines like internal medicine. This is in stark contrast to the overwhelming presence of bumiputra Malays in the SLAB programs for the aforementioned hugely popular surgical disciplines.

The number of successful SLAI candidates pale in comparison to the number of SLAB trainees. If you are interested, you can view the individual departments’ academic staff and compare the number of SLAB to SLAI lecturers currently in the Faculty of Medicine, University of Malaya. This is the link. Assuming the website is updated (it is not!), there are only three non-bumis currently pursuing an academic program under SLAI. The ratio of SLAI:SLAB candidates is therefore easily 1:10. As such, I can’t see how anyone can portray the SLAI program as equal and equivalent to SLAB.

The process of applying for SLAI is also more rigid and stringent. Conversely, there have been many instances where the bumiputra doctors who never even applied for a SLAB placement were simply given an offer to pursue SLAB. More often than not in fact, the bumiputra Malays are given the luxury to take their pick from a few disciplines. One Malay colleague of mine wsa invited to choose between internal medicine, orthopaedics and obstetrics and gynaecology! Such privileges are of course not accorded to the SLAI candidates, who must decide on what they want to pursue when applying for the training program.

As with most other government schemes in Malaysia, the process of entering these academic programs is littered with political elements. Once again, I’m using Universiti Malaya as an example. There is an uncanny overwhelming presence of royalties among the SLAB lecturers and trainee lecturers. We can see this clearly in the departments of orthopaedics, otorhinolaryngology and ophthalmology. The number of academics with preceding Tengku-s is really a cause for suspicion. In addition, there is a great element of family business as well. The daughter and son-in-law of UM’s ex-vice chancellor, Professor Annuar Zaini are both in the SLAB programs of paediatrics and general surgery respectively. As far as the academic records are concerned, they were both merely average students while they were pursuing their basic degrees in UM. A father and daughter team is also currently in the Department of Social and Preventive Medicine. There is nothing improper about any father-daughter team except for the fact that the Professor himself was also the person who processed his daughter's application papers. It is not unlike the corrupt practices of late Zakaria Mat Deros. Sons and daughters of Datuks and other UMNO cronies are also abundant in the SLAB program. The SLAB program is thus one that is lacking in transparency.

I am not sure if there is any solid method to substantiate these allegations except through my personal daily observations and ground knowledge.

A great number of SLAB graduates are currently holding influential positions within the faculty. Generally, their privileges extend beyond the completion of the SLAB program. Some have been promoted to head of departments and professorships, bypassing more experienced and competent lecturers. Most of these SLAB graduates went on to pursue further training overseas on a university scholarship, at the expense of other non-bumi lecturers that joined the academic ranks by merit. This is also the major factor behind the resignation of many non-Malay academics from the university. It remains to be seen whether the privileges of further training and education will be accorded to the SLAI candidates.

My personal opinion about the SLAI program is that it is in reality a sly move by the Higher Education Ministry to appear meritocratic while resuming their racist means of managing Malaysian tertiary education.

I hope I have shed some light on your enquiries about the SLAB/SLAI programs.

Regards.

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Glocal?

I can generally classify the victims of UMNO into (1) the Malays that really screw up, (2) those that seemingly made it and (3) those that really made it on their own.

The most numerous products of UMNO are the jerks and bastards they produced via the NEP.

The most victimised however are the Malays with genuine talent that made it all on their own.

There is no dearth of talent and brains among the Malay community, just like there is no lacking of idiots and retards among the Chinese people.




Glocal?

One of the terms that really got me irritated was “Glocal” uttered by Najib Tun Razak in the 2005 UMNO General Assembly.

It remains very much an earache to listen and an eyesore to read G-L-O-C-A-L. There are so many reasons to this. Firstly, it was came from the mouth of Najib Tun Razak, the same person who in 1987 called for the keris Melayu to be bathed in Chinese blood. Back in 2005, the BN papers had ‘GLOCAL’ splashed all over their front pages, portraying it as an ingenious term coined by Najib Razak. It was later revealed to be a term stolen without due credits from an esteemed writer and thinker.

As far as I can remember, Najib Razak has never owned up to that intellectual thievery, but then again it’s not as though the glocal term went very far since 2005. Like typical poorly-formed stools, his verbal diarrhea disappeared as abruptly as it arrived.

Sometimes I wonder what UMNO politicians are really trying to achieve every year with their annual customary theatrics, grandiose sloganeering and bang-your-chest-battle-cry.

Their boastful rhetoric is always the empowerment of a supposed weak Malay race when in fact, the weak Malay race is a myth, a decoy for UMNO to enrich its cronies and continue condemning the Malays to a lifetime of unjustified hatred and misplaced jealousy towards other communities.

To a great extent, many young Malays are eating into UMNO’s lying lies, and end up wasting their potential and living in this world in a false façade.

I can generally classify the victims of UMNO into (1) the Malays that really screw up, (2) those that seemingly made it and (3) those that really made it on their own

Those That Screw Up
When statistics are difficult to come by, it is sometimes best to draw from one’s own experience. When I first started medical school, there was this chap everyone called Mat. He was never a candidate for Medicine to begin with. He was not too intelligent or overly interested to become a doctor. I really wonder why he took up Medicine in the first place or if he even applied for it. It was also the beginning of my extreme disdain for the BN government seeing how clowns like Mat got into medical school while top-scoring STPM holders are denied entry.

Truthfully, Mat was likeable as a person. He was not full of pride or hot air. He did not pretend that he entered medical school on his own accord. He was just indifferent and totally uninterested in medical studies, period. He would smoke kretek Indonesia for hours in the filthy toilets of UM and read sexy Japanese comics with no signs of exhaustion. He would minum teh and then minum more teh. He would watch Astro and even TV1 and then move on to consume some borrowed VCDs. He was doing anything but studying. Like his many Malay counterparts, he was on a full state scholarship.

We started wondering whether he was a genius in disguise. Soon enough, it became quite obvious that he was not. He never passed a single semester but somehow scraped through first year of medical school without being retained. Mat continued his ways in second year, which was much tougher than first year. He failed miserably. There was no way the university senate can assist him no matter how color-conscious the UM senate is. He dropped out after three years. He was thereafter offered a Science course after flunking medical school. I have never heard from him since, never knew if he ever went on to attain a university degree.

What I do know though is that he was given a golden opportunity many were not. In fact, he was given chances after chances to change his ways but the realization that he was wasting his life and our taxes just didn’t occur to him. He lived a life of privilege and expectation and thought these privileges would see him through. He screwed up his life in the habit of expecting leverage and in the process, ended up screwing up another person’s life. For every seat taken by a medical student, one person elsewhere was denied that opportunity. More often than not, the latter does not have a bin or binti in one’s name.

Was Mat an isolated character? Well, consider this: from the 90 Malay medical students who started first year with me, only 75 graduated and a significant number of these 75 just barely made it through the supplementary exams.

Medical school is not representative of a community I concede. There’s always Jalan Chow Kit, Bukit Bintang, Sungai Buloh Jail and the many drug detention centers and the Mat Rempits throughout the country. If social ills are equally distributed among the races, non-Malays should logically account for 45-55% of the occupants in jail and drug detention centers but they don’t. The non-Malays have their own form of damning scenarios of course but they are not in discussion here.

My point is simple: with endless opportunities to dream and achieve, many young Malays are screwing up big time, and a great part of it is because UMNO has hand-fed them so much they have forgotten how to fend for themselves.

Spare the rod and spoil the child. This ageless adage never withers.

Those That Seemingly Made It

I believe the effects of NEP are really starting to show in this generation.

Those who could never have entered university on their own merit are now pursuing postgraduate degrees. Those who were never good students are now tough-talking lecturers, or training to be one through SLAB programs. Those who were never meant to become doctors are now consultant surgeons partaking in daily slaughter and massacre. Some who failed as advocates and solicitors are now members of parliaments and ministers embarrassing the country on an unprecendented scale. One who wanted to remain as a perpetual civil servant became Prime Minister.

These are the true beneficiaries of the NEP.

They could never have made it on level playing ground. They are where they are today because of UMNO’s racist policies. They are also among the most detestable from my own working experience with them.

The Surgery Department received a new houseman recently. He was a Sabahan bumiputra – a UKM graduate just like most NEP products. He was fresh and unfamiliar with the system. No one is on their first week on the job. He committed blunders after blunders, most of which are trivial and none that was life-threatening. He apologized incessantly and showed much enthusiasm to learn. Sometimes, that’s much more important than academic brilliance.

He had jerks and bastards for superiors though – fellow UKM-NEP products just as himself, the only difference being that his bosses were born 20 years earlier than he was.

I can’t keep track of the many terrible insults and verbal abuses the house officer received over the period of a two hour surgery. Names like ‘bodoh, tidak guna, malas, memalukan, lembab’ were all over the ambience. If I were a new house officer fresh from medical school being feasted to a meal of unending insults, I doubt I could have maintained my sanity for a day.

To put it bluntly, the two UKM Malay surgeons were essentially big bullies, stupid jerks and bloody bastards. I wish I could go back in time to see how they fumbled around in their first days as house officers. I’ve worked with them before, and I can honestly testify that they are not very intelligent. There was no way they could have been what they are today had it not been for UMNO’s bigotry and UKM’s racist policies. They are now turning on their subordinates pretending and behaving as though they made it all on their own efforts.

Perhaps this was exactly what Najib Razak meant by “glocal Malays” – local NEP products trained and certified by local Malaysian standards but behave as though they have conquered the global arena.

Once again, are such characters limited to the medical fraternity? Certainly not, Malaysia is filled with these glocal characters. In the parliament, we see the uncouth Khairy Jamaludin pretending he was truly elected by the people of Rembau when in actual fact he is an election conman. In aerospace, we find our Dr. SMS pretending he is a true astronaut when all he is a costly space tourist. In movie-making, we see local films like Cicak-man and KL-drift packaged as original ideas while blatantly ripping off the fame of Spiderman and Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift. It seems to me that NEP’s best products are mostly unshameful daylight copy cats.

I have nothing against genuine affirmative action. I do however have something against beneficiaries of such affirmative action who forget their roots and take on a bully approach in life with the intention to hinder the progress of others.

Those That Really Made It On Their Own

The most numerous products of UMNO are the jerks and bastards they produced via the NEP.

The most victimised however are the Malays with genuine talent that made it all on their own.

There is no dearth of talent and brains among the Malay community, just like there is no lacking of idiots and retards among the Chinese people.

Non-Malays have a common habit of saying that even Malays themselves do not trust a Malay doctor. It really doesn’t matter whether that is actually happening but the fact it such an assumption is blantantly stupid. It is as stupid as saying one puts his full trust in the Sabah State Neurosurgeon simply because he is an Indian guy and all Indian doctors are suppose to be skilful neurosurgeons.

If I were critically ill and near death, there are many Malay doctors I will seek treatment from over the many other Chinese or Indian clinicians I work with.

My brilliant Malay colleagues will always face a stigma that they are doctors only because UMNO ‘helped’ them through the NEP. To certain degree, I can empathize with them because similarly, all Chinese and Indian doctors from local universities are assumed to be smart and capable when this is just a misplaced erroneous social stigma. Believe me when I say that.

Rather than helping these brilliant minds, UMNO has condemned them to a lifetime of unreasonable doubt and unwarranted assumptions.

Now, if only these accomplished Malay brothers will stand up and speak out……


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Ethnic Cleansing in Malaysia - Reality or Myth?

Have you watched the latest Rambo installment?

I am no advocate of violence and bloodshed but apart from the orgy of gore and blood, John Rambo aka Rambo IV is pretty commendable in its message on the ongoing ethnic cleansing of the Karen people by the Burmese government.
This article is not about the Karen people though. It’s about Malaysians, and Hindraf’s allegation of a systematic ethnic cleansing exercise.

When the ruling party practices divide and rule...the threat of ethnic cleansing is received stealthily but clearly.



Ethnic Cleansing in Malaysia – Reality or Myth?

Have you watched the latest Rambo installment?

I am no advocate of violence and bloodshed but apart from the orgy of gore and blood, John Rambo aka Rambo IV is pretty commendable in its message on the ongoing ethnic cleansing of the Karen people by the Burmese government.

I was in the Burmese-Thai border in late 2005 on a ten-day missions trip. Our group visited six Karen settlements, with populations ranging from a few hundred to a few thousand. It goes without saying that the Karen refugees in the Thailand border are impoverished and underprivileged. Most of them can effortlessly pack their life belongings in a laptop case. What struck me most was not their destitute state but their determination to achieve self-sufficiency. With limited facilities and little support, they have built schools, hygienic latrines, productive farms and spirited churches. Suffice to say, the Karen people are in general very resourceful and self-reliant compared to most Malaysians, especially the privileged lot that are legally more equal than others.

This article is not about the Karen people though. It’s about Malaysians, and Hindraf’s allegation of a systematic ethnic cleansing exercise.

Admittedly, there is no ethnic cleansing in any degree similar to the one taking place in Burma. Malaysians of all races (except those in jail and under ISA detention) are walking freely, talking casually and working tirelessly. With the exception of the annual UMNO general assembly, no armed group is lobbying for bloodshed and banishment of any particular community.

On the other hand, wars and conflicts are no longer limited to tanks and missiles but constrictive economics sanctions as well.

Similarly, ethnic cleansing need not be manifested strictly in bloody slaughter and merciless executions, even though that too happening to Indian youths in police lock-ups. To a large extent, ethnic cleansing need not be demonstrated physically by the aggressor but is just as real if it is tangible to the party on the receiving end.

Let’s start from the cradle.

Non-Malays are generally hesitant to have more than two children.

Some say that it is just not our nature to breed like hamsters but this argument does not stand. Our grandparents and great grandparents mostly had many children, even while they were living as impoverished immigrants in the then Malaya. Let’s be frank, Barisan Nasional knows fully well why non-bumiputeras are reluctant to have many children. We need to think deeply about their future. We need to support them till the age of 23/25 years of age, and that’s a bloody long time in a human life of 70 years. We do not have sekolah asrama penuh all laid out to welcome our children even if they were high-achievers. Our children do not have the privileges of applying for the many delicious scholarships dished out every day by the rich Malay(sian) government. Like Gentiles in Jewish land, we are the dogs that await the crumps of bread that fall off the dining table, which is why the MCA is so proud to have ‘fought’ for 2000+ scholarships for Chinese students over a grand period of eleven years.

To ensure that our children have an educated future, we work like farm dogs trying to save enough for that university education, in view of the real likelihood that they might not be accepted into our mediocre local universities even if they fared supremely well in STPM over their matriculation counterparts. In order to save that enough of cash, we wander far and wide, effectively creating a non-Malay diaspora. When we do somehow manage to save enough ringgit, we convert it to dollars and pounds to send our children far and wide away from Tanah Melayu, exacerbating a vicious cycle of perpetual non-Malay diaspora. Slowly but surely, over the years since independence, it is estimated that a million non-bumiputeras have left the nation. The NEP has got to be the most successful policy in the history of UMNO.

Our non-bumi children have only a few choices in life compared to then endless openings accorded to the Malays under UMNO rule. Either we educate our children well to become qualified professionals, encourage them into business or send them to peddle illegal DVDs if they can't do the former two.

UMNO does not want more nons in Malaysia, but since they can't officially make that annoucement (yet), they relay the message less than subtly in the form of a half century of racial marginalization. When the going is tough for a certain community, they will to a certain degree limit their fecundity. Couple the apartheid efforts with active immigration of Muslim Indonesians and before long, the population of the unwanted citizens can be reduced tremendously.

My point is, when government policies effectively favor one community and discriminates another, it is nothing less than bloodless ethnic genocide.

That was only education, and education alone is an extremely powerful driving factor – one that drives unwanted citizens away from Malaysia, that is. How about the armed forces and civil service and legal illegal immigration?

There is little truth that non-bumis are uninterested to join the civil service or armed forces. There are more than enough personal testimonies of non-bumis applying for the civil service but end up being rejected. For people like myself who are already in the public sector, I see less and less reason to serve a government that discriminates even in healthcare services. Look at our armed forces – the military, the airforce and the Polis Diraja Malaysia. The Malays guys I used to catch as the deputy head prefect for playing truant and smoking in the school toilet are now handing me traffic summonses and soliciting duit kopi. Conversely, my non-Malay friends who graduated from University Malaya applied to join the police force but were rejected. Preposterous? That’s ethnic marginalization Malaysian style.

When the ruling party practices divide and rule and permits only a certain group of people to bear arms, the threat of ethnic cleansing is received stealthily but crystal clearly.

Come over to Sabah. Unskilled, untalented, uneducated and crime-prone illegals from Philipines/Indonesia roam the streets with unlimited liberty. They are the legal illegal immigrants. A young Filipino lady peddling her body by the streets of Jalan Gaya may hold a Malaysian IC while a highly qualified non-bumi professional requires a working permit.

My verdict is simple. I concur with Hindraf’s allegations of an on-going systematic ethnic cleansing in multi-racial Malaysia, not in a classic armed genocide but through variable measures whose final motive is to reduce the total population of certain communities.



Unlike the Karens in the latest Rambo flick, we will any John Rambo coming to our aid. We do have ourselves though, and change must begin in us. For starters, let’s us all be more vocal and vehement in condemning racial policies, even and especially when racial policies go in our favor, if ever.

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In Search of That Elusive Malay Guy/Girl

Only Malays can change the nation. Only Malays can determine the destiny of Tanah Melayu.

I say Malays and not-bumis because the non-Malay bumiputeras of Sabah and Sarawak have proven themselves beyond reasonable doubt that they are not resistant to change but receptive to further damnation. The burden of leading the nation therefore falls solely upon the shoulders of our Malay friends.




In Search Of That Elusive Malay Guy/Girl


The March 2008 general election showed that Malaysians of all races and religion can unite in certain circumstances for a common cause. It also showed that only the Malay race can inject a radical change.

There is no way PAS could have taken Kedah if the Malay folks did not swing against UMNO. Similarly, if the Malays in Penang, Perak and Selangor did not opt for the opposition parties, Anwar Ibrahim would not be going around currently prematurely touting PKR as the ‘government-in-waiting’.

Being the majority race, only Malays can decide if Malaysia will have a change of federal government in the future or be forever doomed under the racist Barisan Nasional. With each passing year the composition of non-Malays in the nation’s population is shrinking and with each re-delineation exercise of electoral constituencies, there will hardly be any areas with predominant non-Malay voters.

Only Malays can change the nation. Only Malays can determine the destiny of Tanah Melayu.

I say Malays and not-bumis because the non-Malay bumiputeras of Sabah and Sarawak have proven themselves beyond reasonable doubt that they are not resistant to change but receptive to further damnation. The burden of leading the nation therefore falls solely upon the shoulders of our Malay friends.

We need to stop this illusion of ever having a non-Malay as PM or deputy PM ever in our lifetime and forevermore. That’s not gonna happen with the bumiputera population flying higher and faster than the DAP rocket and exacerbated by Chinese buggers running off to Australia/Canada/US/UK and further aggravated by our Indian machas focusing their attention on bedding Sabahan ladies.

The search and aim instead should be for a generation of young Malays who are capable of demonstrating unpopular courage.

These are the new age Malays who will speak their minds and not parrot the tiresome UMNO mantra. These are the hitherto unseen Malays who will be unashamed to fly a DAP flag just as the Kelantan Chinese and HINDRAF Hindus were proudly flying the PAS emblem. A number of Malays voted for the DAP this election but few are willing to admit it. A great number might even agree with the DAP’s principles and struggles for a just and equal Malaysia but hardly any has defended the DAP when it came under UMNO’s scathing slander recently. It’s requires no courage to be a Malay and PKR supporter. It requires great courage to stand up and be part of what the BN media has successfully portrayed as a Chinese chauvinist party.

Will we ever find enough of such Malay comrades?

I get pretty disheartened in this respect. I studied in a national school with a pretty balanced composition of the races. I later went on to study in a local public university where the predominant group was and still is and always will be the Malays. I am now serving in the Ministry of Health where I work with, under and for Malays. I must be honest to myself. I have not been too impressed.

The Malays are the only group of people that can make or break UMNO/BN. I wonder if they realize the burden upon their back.

There are some Malay issues I will never touch even with a sixty-foot pole. Mat rempits, incest, intravenous drug abuse, sexual promiscuity, abandoned newborn at suraus – all these are beyond my ability to comment on.

I will take a pick on the more educated Malays however, because they have been given the opportunity to expand their minds yet end up becoming parrots and echoes of UMNO’s racist viewpoints. They end up in exactly where UMNO intended them to be – trapped in an erroneous opinion that they are forever indebted to the NEP and UMNO. They seem contented working as peasants in a feudalistic system that promises little social mobility. They deem it rude and inappropriate to object and disagree even when things are utterly stupid and nonsensical. UMNO has so successfully indoctrinated these so-called university graduates with the dulu, kini, dan selamanya ideology. These group of educated Malays are beyond anyone’s reach and more sadly, they formed the bulk of the the very group with the power to lead Malaysia.

Those that did successfully see through UMNO’s tricks end up like the educated Chinese – too distressed to vote for UMNO yet too comfortable to speak out against it. There are of course exceptions to the rule, but really, are there no more courageous Malays other than the likes of Haris M Ibrahim?

If you’re a Malay brother reading this article, I challenge you to rise up and fill the role destined for you in this land called Malaysia. You know who you are, my friends.


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Machas, It's Your Turn Now.

....stop boozing your money away and channel it to more beneficial cause – it doesn’t even have to be Indian-oriented. Spend less time trying to bed that Sino-Kadazandusun chick and show some concrete effort fighting for your places of worship. Quit whining and start communicating. Zip up the constant bullshit and cultivate the art of sensible communication. Register as a voter and not as the latest member of the newest gym/club in town. Learn the names of your latest MPs instead of the sexiest Bollywood stars. We don’t need more lame excuses and victim mentality from you machas, show us some guts and balls....



Machas, It’s Your Turn Now.


This is my web log, one I registered out of thin air and filled it with words and thoughts. I do not claim supreme right to say anything and everything I want, especially not things that are half truths and total lies. I also believe that motives behind one’s words and actions are equally important. If I make truthful statements but with the wrong intentions, my deeds are for naught and not any better than UMNO’s keris-wielding frenzy.

Still, I reserve the right to put in writing my thoughts and opinions as well as the right to eat humble pie should I be proven wrong later.

This article is about my fellow Malaysians of Indian ancestry and more specifically, those that work as doctors. More appropriately, it's about kicking fat asses of my Indian colleagues. If you have no interest in Indian tales then you are free to log off. I am quite sure however, most Sabahans will not log off from anything Indian since they seemingly have a fetish for all things Indian. The staff nurses should know what I am talking about – some of them will sleep with VK-Lingam-look-alikes. That’s side talk however and of no importance.

I returned to work after the elections. People were happy, shocked, surprised as well as angry and devastated, each for different reasons and vested interests.

The happiest of the lot from my observation were the Indian doctors. The machas were practically estatic and leaping with joy, high-five-ing each other over Sammy Vellu’s loss. They analyzed the Malaysian “political tsunami” and brainstormed as though they lived and breathed politics. If you never knew these machas you’d think that they were social activists fighthing a noble cause.

There was nothing inappropriate about that except for the fact that none of the Indian doctors I know ever went back to participate in the elections. They were not registered voters to begin with. They’d read anything but Malaysiakini or Malaysia-today. They were habitual participants of drunken sex orgies, not HINDRAF or Bersih rallies. They’d pay hundreds and thousands for a good booze but not a single ringgit or sen to the DAP/PKR election fund. They decry racial discrimination are fully aware about each other’s caste though they might not apply it. Indian professionals desire change but are reluctant or afraid to be part of the process. When change finally arrives without their contribution, they rejoice and jump for joy as though they were the instruments of change.

In fact, I have personally not come across any Indian colleagues who had any role in the election of the present government. Yet they were the happiest when BN/MIC/Sammy Vellu were defeated.

They say that the Indians have awakened after HINDRAF. I say not true. The majority of the Hindraf members was the downtrodden and oppressed, not professionals and educated Indians.

I say that the Malays have always been concerned about the state of the nation and their loyalty will always be towards the party that offers them the best deal in life. The Chinese have managed to unexpectedly kick BN/MCA’s ass real hard to the extent of voting for PAS, PKR and many non-Chinese candidates over the MCA. The poorest Indians have conquered their fear of the MIC and have taken a risk by opting for the opposition. In the midst of all this, the well-to-do and educated Indians are stuck in the same old mould - still as selfish, coward and hypocritical as ever before.

I work among doctors and I assure you, there are many Indian doctors. Most of them will be able to comment on Malaysian issues as though they were the experts in all disciplines. None of them will lift an inch of their pinky finger to help initiate change at all. These are the typical Indian crabs who know that their community is in trouble but will do anything to keep them down and out, especially by doing nothing but bullshitting their days away.

No wonder the Sabahans believe every word that the BN media speaks. They look at the Indian doctors and wonder how there can be any inch of truth in Hindraf’s allegations of a systematic racial marginalization and ethnic cleansing. In Sabah, the wealthy Indians form the largest crowd at night clubs and bars and the smallest pockets in political and charitable events, if at all. They hold the top positions in hospital departments and speak the loudest in any conversation. The biggest tippers, heaviest drinkers and non-stop smokers are all formed by our rich Indian machas. All the while back in Peninsular, their community is slowly trampled upon. They get no rest even at death as the JAIS buggers can come any time to claim that the deceased had converted to Islam before death.

The Indians of Peninsular Malaysia are expecting change – a change for the better for their lagging communities. Indeed they have seen some tremendous change of fate in such a short time.

Heck, Prof Ramasamy is the deputy chief minister of Penang and it is highly likely that the second deputy chief minister of Perak is most likely a macha too. In the long run and greater scale however, Indians need to stop looking at figureheads and esteemed personalities for a tangible betterment of their lot. There are so many well endowed Indians here in Malaysia. Each can play one’s little part to improve their neighbour’s lot. Forget Ananda Krishnan and Tony Fernandez - these two and other well-connected machas are sold to UMNO and are irredeemable forevermore.

Ultimately, it is the average Indianman – the one who speaks eloquently in the courthouse, persuades patients successfully in the wards and so on who will initiate sustained change.

My Indian brethren, stop boozing your money away and channel it to more beneficial cause – it doesn’t even have to be Indian-oriented. Spend less time trying to bed that Sino-Kadazandusun chick and show some concrete effort fighting for your places of worship. Quit whining and start communicating. Zip up the constant bullshit and cultivate the art of sensible communication. Register as a voter and not as the latest member of the newest gym/club in town. Learn the names of your latest MPs instead of the sexiest Bollywood stars. We don’t need more lame excuses and victim mentality from you machas, show us some guts and balls like the Hindraf 5 but fight for all Malaysians rather than Indians alone. The Hindraf 5 could have continued leading a comfortable life while watching their own people suffer in silence. They chose to speak up and fight injustice instead, and mobilized a whole dormant race since Independence.

The ball is now in your court, Dr./Mr./Mdm/Ms Melanin. Your time is now and never again if you screw up. In ten years time, the Indonesians and Filipinos and other overnight bumiputeras will outnumber all the non-Malays put together. Then you will loathe in remorse of the times you chose to booze rather than partaking in the change of the Malaysian society, or maybe you won’t.

This article has been a waste of time. The very people it was intended for are the very people who do not read anything but the latest Bollywood gossip.

Damn it.


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A Beef to Grind: How I came to see through MCA

Now I never expected the MCA or MIC to yell back at these UMNO clowns for their outrageous display of aggression and Ketuanan Melayu. The least they could have done were to voice displeasure/disappointment/disagreement/discord with the threats and intimidation of bloodshed and violence.Even running dogs put up a fight before fleeing with their tails between the legs......



My Beef With The MCA


For as far as I can remember, my primary school days were punctuated with the tudung-clad teacher labeling us kids as the UMNO group, the MCA gang and the MIC crowd.

Studying in a national school with a mixture of races was a breeze. Mixing around the various races certainly made one more in touch with the realities of multi-racial society. There will be times however, when we stuck to our ethnic group, like a casual discussion on what we’re gonna do over Chinese New Year and where we’re balik kampong to for Hari Raya Puasa. There’s certainly nothing wrong with that.

Still whenever we were gathered in groups, the labels from the teachers will always be UMNO-MCA-MIC, UMNO-MCA-MIC. There was never the mention of DAP or PAS or Semangat 46, which still existed back then. We grew up thinking that Malays are meant to be represented by UMNO, that Chinese are under the wings of the MCA and Indians forever protected by the MIC. Those were the rules of nature, as far as we were concerned. Coupled with daily doses of BN good news in the dailies, there seem little to doubt the wisdom of our teachers and national leaders. The DAP, if what The Star and NST portrayed them to be was true, were national traitors.

The MCA after all, was looking after the Chinese, the MIC after the Indians and St. UMNO, over everyone else, in a fair and just manner with regard to race, religion and cultural background.


As recent as the 1995 general elections, I was blatantly happy when DAP was trounced throughout the country. Even for the 1999 elections, I was astounded to learn of PAS’ advances in Parliament and taking over Terengganu.




I don’t know how I was first ‘converted’ to the opposition. The term converted isn’t really right because nobody came planting ideals forcefully into my fragile mind, not like the BN does every day in their cancerous propanganda. No one sat me down and preached unto me the principles and beliefs of the DAP or PAS, not like what insurance agents would normally do.

All I know is something somewhere didn’t seem right and hasn’t been right from the beginning of BN rule.

If I were an Anak Malaysia like what I always write in my PMR/SPM essays, why is it that I am told every now and then that I am a non-bumiputera and therefore not eligible for certain scholarships? If the government was really so sincere in resolving the problems of the rakyat like what the textbooks tell me, how be it that there seems no end to new issues arising every other day? If there was equal opportunity for all races to enter local public universities, why are thousands of non-Malay students being denied entry?

Throughout the years, the MCA has employed the TAR College as its symbol of service to the Chinese community. They unashamedly claim that the MCA’s sincerity is epitomized by TAR College. I am not one against the pursuit of higher education but seriously, is tertiary education really for everybody? Is it a good idea to coerce the blondie Ah Beng and mini-skirt Ah Lian into university when they absolutely have no interest to study and improve themselves? That’s what TAR college has really been for the Chinese – a UiTM equivalent for the Chinese mat rempits. Most of my former schoolmates who never made it past SPM made it past TAR College. Either TAR College has a gift for turning rebels into geniuses or there’s simply a lower bar for the Ah Bengs to make the cut.

What about the bright, diligent students who failed to enter public university, you say? These are the talents that should never have missed out on a proper tertiary education if the MCA had spoken out for the Chinese community in the first place. If the MCA had the guts to stand up for the voiceless, discriminated Chinese students, there should be no deserving Chinaman being left out of public university and totally no need for TAR College or UTAR to exist in the first place!

Does anyone really believe that MCA has nothing to gain from the two TAR institutions? The fees are anywhere near cheap or affordable. Besides gaining millions from tuition fees over the years, the MCA has had the opportunity to churn out young MCA running dogs from the corridors of its two institutions. The student brainwashing, MCA-worshiping, and Ling-Liong-Sik praising continue to this very day. Rather than being icons of education, the TAR institutions are hallmarks of classic communism.


I will not in any way stigmatize any TAR graduate of course. Some of my best friends are in TAR and are graduating from TAR. Discontent with the MCA is not equal to a hatred for its products especially more so when UM products are not any better.

I learnt from young not to use to phrases to anyone anywhere anytime. The first is “Get Lost” and the second is “Shut Up”. That was exactly what the UMNO douchbags were telling us non-Malays during the UMNO AGM. They raised the keris and basically told us nons to get our yellow asses out of the country. If we were unable to do so because of whatsoever reason, we should shut the heck up and be kafirs in a land of Muslims.



Many donkey years ago, the ex-PM Mahathir Mohamad conviced the Chinese to vote for the MCA. He stated that Lim Kit Siang can shout and scream and prounce about all he wants in Parliament and still won't achieve anything while Ling Liong Sik needed only to whisper in the PM's ears to achieve something for the Chinese community.

Now I never expected the MCA or MIC to yell back at these UMNO clowns for their outrageous display of aggression and Ketuanan Melayu. The least they could have done were to voice displeasure/disappointment/disagreement/discord with the threats and intimidation of bloodshed and violence. If they had whispered like what Mahathir tried to portrayed Ling Liong Sik was doing, it would at least showed some residual guts in these running dogs. When they couldn’t even do that, it was then that they have descended to an irreversible ditch.

Even running dogs put up a fight before fleeing with their tails between the legs.

Lapdogs are totally the opposite. You can kick the lapdogs’ asses as hard as you want but they’d still come running to you for that little doggie cookie in you have in your hand.

For this election, Chinese people who vote for MCA are running dogs, while the MCA itself is a lapdog….in my humble opinion.


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The day the Chinese will change is when....

How can we ever justify our opposition to NEP when some are indirectly endorsing it?




The Chinese People that I Truly Detest


Firstly let me clarify - I am Chinese.

I am proud to be one and I had better be because there is nothing I can do to change myself from being yellow man, unless I do a Michael Jackson and blame it all on vitilligo.

I am a Chinaman born in Malaysia which is a curse in a way because I’m an unwanted citizen. It’s not fun being an unwanted citizen. I hear threats and taunts by the UMNO rodents every now and then that I should go back to China if I am so discontented here in Tanah Melayu.

At this point, I’d like to apologize to the rodent family because even hamsters and rats behave better that these UMNO douchebags.

I miss out on so many goodies that this fat land can accord to me but it’s ok, at least I still have the liberty to choose my religious beliefs. There’s still no guarantee that my body wouldn’t be kidnapped at death though, but still that’s ok cos’ I’ll get a free burial albeit in the wrong company.

It’s easy to embrace a victim mentality as a Malaysian Chinese or Chinese Malaysian - whatever. I can justify my inability to get a scholarship because of my Chinaman name or ascribe my failure to enter university to my skin color. I can consciously opt for complacency, deliberately limit my own potential and then blame it all on NEP. I can embrace the victim mentality, organize a pity party and I’m sure I’ll jolly well find enough guests to fill up a stadium.

But I won’t. I refuse to be inhibited by the Ku Klux UMNO Klan. I refuse to be held down while others trample over me. I refuse to wait in line for the occasional UMNO handouts after the privileged lot has received their share. I will not be the uncircumcised Gentile in a land of pseudo-Jews.

Many Chinese fellows – young and old, will grumble just as I do about corruption and inflation and racial discrimination. They stop there, however and expect the Lim Kit Siangs and the Karpal Singhs to fight on their behalf.

Instead of improving themselves through vigorous reading, they head to the nearest comic outlet and devour the latest anime series and their scantily-clad, wide-eyed tangerinas with disproportionate bodies. They are more interested in seeing how Cecilia Chung gave Edison Chen a mediocre, half-hearted blowjob instead of how Lim Kit Siang was taunted and jeered at in Parliamen while speaking for these anime-devouring Chinese youths. They become anxious and weep pathetically when their favorite Japanese-Korean star dies in that stupid, fake soap opera but couldn’t care less when orang asli churches and Hindu temples are run to the ground. These losers will spend 25 bucks to catch a glimse of reluctant porn star Chua Soi Lek’s famed penis but will not donate a cent to DAP’s election fund.

Both young and old Chinese may waste their days lamenting about the sagging Malaysian economy then bemoan that the election was announced by Pak Liar before they had the time to register as a voter. They curse the NEP but continue smoking, boozing and karaoke-ing, cementing UMNO’s lame argument that the whole Chinese community is much better off than the Malays. They can spend thousands on 4-digit numbers over the years then unashamedly ask for financial help in sending their children to a private college. Some parents claim to not have enough to get by but their primary school-going children may be using handphones with more features than a nasal endoscopy set.

How can these Chinese people ever be justified? It’s because of this subgroup of Chinese community – the selfish pricks and hedonistic turds that the needy Chinese gets neglected. There are Chinese folk in Malaysia much poorer than one can ever imagine.

Change must start within the community itself. And changing people's attitude is more difficult than treating septic shock.

We can have half a Parliament filled with DAP/PKR politicians screaming their lungs out but for as long as there exist a substantial portion of the Chinese more keen to booze and snooze than vote and revolt, the possibility of the NEP ever being abolished is as great as that of pigs mounting up wings and fly.

P/S: This whole article can apply to the Indian machas as well.

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Kepala sama hitam, hati lain-lain...

No faith in Race and Skin Color

I don’t believe in race. Seriously I don’t.

If beauty as they say, is only skin deep, then skin color is even more shallow.

Ling Liong Sik claimed to championed the Chinese of Malaysia, spoke Mandarin and by any standards looks Chinese yet conned a whole generation of Chinese into submission as third class citizens. He accumulated wealth for himself and a coveted Tunship, while thousands and thousands of Chinese students were left without a tertiary education. In my opinion, he is more Malay than any Malay.

The same with Ong Ka Ting and Koh Tsu Koon – looks Chinese, talks Chinese but in their heart is anti-Chinese. How else to explain the fact that they kept quiet by the sidelines while UMNO morons threatened to slaughter our men and rape our ladies and shed our children’s blood?

Mother Theresa was Albanian but served the poor and homeless of India for over forty years. She was more Indian than any living Indian politician because in her heart she truly cared for the sick and hungry of India’s poorest.

Elizabeth Elliot was an American Christian evangelist whose husband was killed by the Quechua Indians in Ecuador. Instead of squandering her emotions in hatred, she invested in love and stayed on to educate the children of the Quechua Indians. For her selflessness, she was christened with a Quechuan name and was as Indian as the tribes’ own leaders.

Lim Guan Eng is a Chinese, the son of the Malaysian opposition leader. He could have slipped into his father’s shoes if he wanted to. He could have banked on his father’s reputation to be a statesman, albeit an opposition one. Instead he chose to defend the cause of a 15-year-old Malay girl whose virtue was violated by a tough-talking Malay Malaccan chief minister. He could have ignored the desperate pleas of the girl’s old and ailing grandmother. He could have chosen the easy way out but he didn’t. He chose justice and empathy and for that lost 2 years of his personal freedom defending the virtue of a Malay girl.

Joseph Pairin Kitingan is Kadazan, or so he claims. Even as the Kadazandusunmurut people of Sabah are regressing in poverty, illiteracy, tuberculosis and senseless crimes, he is dancing to the tune of UMNO’s song and feasting at the table of the very people who has gang-raped and robbed the land of Sabah for decades now. He could have lived up to his name and spoke out on Project IC. He didn’t. For that, he is less Kadazan than I am – and I am not one to begin with.

And that is why I don’t believe in finding security and solidarity through skin color.
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Overheard: A Racist but True Malaysian Metaphor

The Malaysian Crabs Story

There is a basket of crabs, all ready to be sent to the cooking pot. In it are crabs of all races – Malay, Indian, Chinese and non-Malay Bumiputeras. The Chinese crabs are determined to escape their deadly end.They climb onto each other, each aiding the other to reach higher ground. One by one, they slowly and eventually reach the top of the basket and escape. The Indian crabs did likewise and started climbing, but instead of helping each other, they pulled the one above back down into the basket. Eventually, none reached the top, and the top crab itself was still stuck within the basket. The Malay crabs were non-chalant – they did nothing and waited upon UMNO to give them a hand, if and when the helping hand ever comes. The non-Malay Bumi crabs had no UMNO to help them but it’s ok, cos’ most of them do not even know they’re screwed and being sent for slaughter anyway….

After reading this, you might accuse me of being a racist. I assure you, I am not.

All non-BN-puteras Malaysians have been short-changed and cheated for long enough a time since 1957. The Chinese community knew this from the beginning of the NEP in 1970 and was vastly more determined to rise against adversities brought about by UMNO’s racist policies. They formed amongst others, Chinese Chambers of Commerce and Dong Jiao Zong to safeguard their economic and educational interests. Knowing that a Chinese in Malaysia will never receive BN handouts, the successful ones in turn returned to empower these and other associations with financial support and leadership. From young, the Chinese have been taught by their parents that if they were to succeed, they only have themselves to rely on cos’ the government will never give a hamster’s ass to your welfare and well-being. Perhaps because of this too, the Chinese community in Malaysia are probably the most kiasu and cowardly among all the other races.

They can attend church and preach about courage and the need to relieve the oppressed. They will complain about the damned BN government, attend DAP ceramahs and even make financial contributions to the opposition party. Come voting day however, they will put their crosses at the BN logo. They can even justify their actions for continuing to support a racist and corrupted regime. Their excuses range from accusing the opposition of being critics without substances to the stupid “Only BN can deliver us the goodies.” Goodies like what? Clearing clogged drains and overflowing sewage. Time and again, opposition candidates receive the parliamentary vote but lose the state seat. What kind of stupid logic is this? It’s because the Chinese community keep fearing a May 13 backlash from UMNO. It is because of their cowardly attitude that I personally think that the Chinese people are the least worth fighting for – and I am a Chinese myself.

The Indian community is the most discriminated and hated by UMNO. There’s no denying it. They have been deliberately shut out of public universities and civil service. The statistics are all there. They have become the pariah race of Malaysia after 50 years of independence, as noted by Lim Kit Siang. How can this be going on when VK Lingam is the king-maker of the judiciary, Tony Fernandez the king of the skies and Ananda Krishnan the lord of Malaysian cable television? It’s because of the Indian crab metaphor. Indians are probably the most gifted race in fields like medicine and law. There are more than enough Indians in professional fields to aid their own people. They don’t however. I should know - I work among doctors, and I can assure you that there are many Indian doctors. They’d say that the Indian plight will always be the same and nothing will change under a BN or opposition government. They can clearly identify the issues faced by the Indian race – one of which is MIC, yet will never do anything close to voting. The way I look at it, the successful Indians are the main cause of persisting doom and gloom among the Indian community. If the Indians need a revolution, the change must come among the Indian professional. Stop wasting your cash smoking and boozing for goodness sake! Channel them to your people instead.

The Malays are a group I’d be fairly cautious to comment on. Suffice to say, Malays are the most passionate about the country’s politics. If they say and proclaim to support PAS and hate UMNO, one can place 100% confidence in them to vote so in the elections, unlike some tough-talking Chinese cowards who is all talk and no action. The Malays hold the key to the country’s future, and I’m not sure if they are aware of this all-important role they’re holding. I say so because the drug-addiction, Mat Rempits, pre-marital motherhood, and many many social ills are most rampant among the privileged race of Malaysia. The more well-behaved ones prefer to toe the line and accept the minimal handouts from UMNO’s goons.

The last group is the non-Malay Bumiputeras of Sabah and Sarawak. Anyone who has been among this group of people will agree that the non-Malay bumiputeras are the MOST PLEASANT among all races in Malaysia. They are also by far, the MOST IGNORANT - many thanks to 50 years of feel-good lies in the mainstream media of Barisan Neraka Nasional. Their own leaders have sold them off to be slaves and pariahs in their own land. Even Joseph Pairin Kitingan is denying the existence of Project IC when everyday, I have Filipinos and Indonesians waving new Malaysian ICs to my face.

Can Malaysia be saved? Not until we stopped behaving like damned crabs!
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