Advanced Course for Citizen Journalists part II.

For 20 Malaysians from all walks of life, all of them Citizen Journalists, were selected to join the advanced course held at Malaysiakini’s hq at Bangsar from the 3rd to the 14th March recently. The CJs themselves comprises a scientist, a dance instructor, a postgraduate student, a businesswoman and the suchlikes. However varied they are in term of career or personality, everyone blended in as all are voraciously hungry for CJ knowledge. For a week, this intense course was conducted smoothly thanks to Mr Maran Perianen.

Citizen Journalists, or CJs, were taught from video editing to writing classes. These are tools for a journalists in these days of the Internet. After the course, CJs are required to go back to their places of stay and send reports to  Komunitikini.com. Local issues will be highlighted and good articles will be brought forth for publication.

Presentations of the big guns in the likes of  Steven Gan and Premesh Chandran, were received with enthusiasm by the participants. Other presenters and speakers were also spellbinding. According to Amirul, 32, a professional photographer from JB has nothing but praises for all the speakers. However, sometimes, with classes held from 10 am to 8.30 at night, did tire some of the participants. All in all, a lot of new knowledge transpired and lapped up by the CJs as their media tool in the future.

Among others, they were taught video editing, news reporting, eLaws, photography. One class was exceptionally lively when Sean instigated the question, ‘Are we really descendants of monkeys?’. The latest technology in blogging was also disclosed but some are too technical to comprehend, for me that is.  I also had the opportunity to follow Journalist Vasugi to a demo by a few handicapped in Subang Jaya to witness how the live action is like.

One thing in particular is that Malaysiakini is going to introduce is Komunitikini.com, also a news portal, run by CJs all over the country. Komunitikini will highlight local news in written and video format.

The most interesting happening everyday is, at about 6.30 in the evening, is the editorial session of Malaysiakini. Here, CJs get to see how news are scheduled for Malaysiakini journalists for the next day. For the serious outlay of Malaysiakini, we got to see they are not serious all the times. Most times, it was humorous and lively.

More CJs are needed actually and they are the hoped of opening up the press freedom in this country. They took a break on Saturday and a group was even seen entering Waikiki, a popular open air club in PJ, till early morn. Sunday was the final day and CJs l head home to Pahang, Johor, Kedah and even Sabah. Everyone has the same thoughts of improving their blogs and news reports. Tired but happy, they bid their goodbyes and headed of into the sunset.

The Team In Temin

Temin – The PKR did a great pr move in Temin, Jerantut in Pahang today. The solid group of PKR leaders consisting of Anwar, Zaid, Chua Jui Meng and Fauzi Rahman was present officiating the close of the Felda settlers and the second generation settlers convention, held in Temin itself. They have presented the outcome to Anwar Ibrahim and, in return, Anwar says that he is ready to present it again to the Parliament House, even with the help of DAP eventhough they do not have Felda members.
Almost 5,000 people from near and far came and listened as the PKR’s speakers make their presentation. The first was Zaid Ibrahim. The crowd was charmed with his unassuming manner. Then, it was Chua Jui Meng. He was a definite hit with the crowd, mostly Malays, as he delivered his cynical satire of a disease of the kidneys, referring to Malaysia of course. Fauzi Rahman was not bad but he communicates well and a fluent Mandarin speaker. He also mentioned of the rape and abuse to the state of Pahang. However, Anwar was not his usual self tonight. He prefers to mention of issues already known to the audience. Somehow, everybody was waiting for his comment on Hadi’s stand on the Australian ‘interference’ of the judiciary.
The feeling of the multiracial brotherhood was there as there were Chinese and Indians presence. The leaders sitting on the stage signifies the strength of Malaysian brotherhood in the air, and this is only the beginning.
Looking at the audience, I can see that they represent the sad but helpless group of rakyat, who have been left behind in progress, and willing to fight. It strengthens the soul when one sees that I guess. Good job PKR.

No More Slap-happy Teachers In Malaysian Schools

Two days ago was our Sports Day. A teacher slapped a student till blood gushed out his nose. He was dressed wrongly for the occasion, that was the reason. Everybody was talking about it in the staffroom, at t he canteen or even behind the canteen, where smoking teachers congregate secretly. But not in front of the teacher of course.
I talked to one of the counselors about the incident. He agreed with the punishment but regretted the outcome. I just couldn’t believe my ears. A counselor? Someone who has been taught and studied the ideas of humanism, psychology and all that, agreeing with slapping a little kid? Is this guy for real? What if the student becomes deaf or brain damaged. How about the trauma the kid faces whenever he is in school. Surprisingly, I have encountered three counselors who believe in corporal punishment. Were they taught that at the Uni?
Being a kampong school, the parents, out of respect for the teachers, decided not to report to the authorities. They wanted to settle it amicably which means that the teacher go scot-free and the matter swept under the carpet. However, one ustaz made a complaint to the police. This has turned the school topsy-turvy.
However, the school and parents are not to be blamed wholly whenever this kind of incident crops up. I think the Ministry of Education must also share this tragedy as they have never outwardly declared that teachers are not to hurt students, or even touch them. The Ketua Pengarah would let the matter die down and the whole thing forgotten in time. When I was at the teaching college and the universities where I studied Education, this problem have never been discussed openly. Silently, the majority of lecturers of education in this country too believe in giving the recalcitrant kids ‘a tight slap’ to teach them a lesson. They, therefore should also shoulder the blame. I remember one lecturer who taught me how to gain class control. He told us, to gain class control, to bang a desk violently on the first day.
To me, a school is a place where kids should be sheltered from harm, either from teachers or other students. It should be a haven or sanctuary from hate and spite. School is a sacred temple where kids become humanised. Most times, they are demonised by sadists.
Teachers should be revered as knowledge masters. Teachers are also mind engineers. Methods to teach should stay away from negative conditioning. The students must be turned into truthful and compassionate learners who dare question anything they disagree upon. Teachers must also be compassionate and understanding in their approach. After all, to the students, teachers are their pillar of strength and adulation.
This matter is still hush-hush in the school. I decided to write about it because I think enough is enough. I belong to the oldest generation of teachers in my school. I believe I have the right to my opinion too, given the experience and years taught. Therefore, I think its high time the Education Ministry do something about hurting students, not only at my school, but also the whole country, be it boarding schools, co-ed, hostels, SAR and so on. Even in yesterday’s paper, a teacher caned a group of students mercilessly just because the students did not wear a name tag. The students will be traumatised and even hate all teachers. The Education Minister must come down hard on these ’sadists’ before a kid becomes brain damaged or even die because of teachers. God save us all.

PKR Kerdau Established

3rd February 2010.

It was a historic day, I think… well, for me at least. I started the initiative and this is the end result. It was after my 50th birthday, when I started thinking about what I must do before ‘leaving’. Not that it’s that important, but, as they say ‘The tiger dies leaving his stripes, a man dies leaving his name.’ I have thought about being a passive supporter, but it’s not me. I have always been an active something. I think I have ADD, attention deficit syndrome. Wait. That’s for kids, but then again I am a kid.  I think I’ll try this again.

It was a historic day for Kerdau. For the first time since a very, very long time, a new party was born here. Before us, it’s the usual fare of UMNO… well, you know the rest. At first I was excited. By 8.30 pm, only two were present. Only ten minutes later three more arrived. Then Haji Suhaimi and his partner Man Kadir appeared at my gate. The meeting was held at my house of course.

Haji Suhaimi Said or Aji, was his usual self, a picture of optimism. He was the DUN Jenderak candidate but lost to Mohamad Jaafar of BN by a constricting majority.  Aji told me he had only a few weeks to get working. If only… Anyway, he was happy at the number of those wanting to join PKR. Eventhough, there were only eleven (I think) people, but they were the brave ones. Not many dare to be out in the open.

We asked Aji a few questions that’s been niggling in our minds, like the special rights to the Malays issue or the latest news about certain controversies happening right now. Aji was all too happy to share his ideas and answered all the questions. We only had air kosong for our ‘jamuan ringan’.

Finally, the meeting ended with nobody holding any posts. We have to find 19 more people to be valid. So, it is not there yet, the establishment of Parti Keadilan Rakyat in Kerdau. However, people are aware of our presence. We are like the cili padi, the hottest chilly but yet the littlest. Or so we think.

To me, it was established already by the presence of the soul embodying the intention. Good luck to us.

p.s. my being partisan in one party, would not stop my neutral stance in reporting. i hope so. that is what i aim to do and be.

Original People and Original Ideas

I received a call from Haji Suhaimi Said, that famed rebellious lawyer of Temerloh, about a meeting with the Orang Asli, or lately renamed Orang Asal or Original People at Penderas, Kuala Krau sometime in the afternoon. Penderas is about twenty km away from where I reside. Haji Suhaimi Said or Haji, contested this State seat of Jenderak at the last election. He lost. However, he managed to cut down the majority by half. He lost by less than a thousand votes, so he has to garner about five hundred more votes to supplement the votes he had to win. Penderas is in the parliamentary boundary of Kuala Krau. He is working very hard to cut down more votes from BN for the next big one. He had been working especially hard this past two weeks along the Krau Valley, whose inhabitants are mostly Orang Asals. So, its off to Penderas.

Left my house at two thirty, I picked up Dide (pronounced dee-dur) to escort me there. It was drizzling as my Satria weaved through the zig-zagging road of Penderas. At three, we reached our destination. Orang Asal is the PR’s term for all the indigenous people of Malaysia, like the Orang Aslis or Kadazans or Ibans or any other earliest settlers of Malaysia. According to Jim Baker in his book ‘Crossroads: A Popular History of Malaysia and Singapore’, the Orang Asal first inhabited Malaya about forty thousand years ago. The Malays only came about two thousand years ago. Therefore, the Malays can be called a ‘kaum pendatang’?

Upon arrival, denoted by a few PKR flags stuck on a fence, we noticed that no one was around, I asked this guy about the whereabout of the meeting. He was hesitant to answer, as if there was a CCTV focused on us. He just said I don’t know. Then I saw Fahmi, Kuala Krau’s Youth Wing head honcho, busy setting up the PA system. He told me that Haji is waiting for Felicia Ling. Felicia is the Cheras Division head. She’s supposed to give a speech. Okay, we’ll wait said I.

I went straight to the meeting hut and there were about fifteen people waiting. We had a chat, and me, trying to be pro-active, start writing down their grouses. A bit later, Felicia, Haji and two others arrived. Immediately they headed to the hut and greetings were quickly hurled. At first I thought that Felicia is going to give a boring speech about human rights and those sort of topics. As it turned out, she was asking the ladies about pandan woven bags. The Orang Asal are good at weaving bags, mats or even their own version of a backpack. She told them that since the PR states of Penang and Selangor had banned the use of plastic bags on Saturdays, she was thinking of having the Orang Asal weave pandan bags for shopping use instead. The ladies were interested. Felicia then told them that she is going to organize a bag weaving competition soon. The best bag gets some monetary reward plus it is going to be a prototype for the others to follow. The rest of the kampong is going to copy the winning bag and Felicia is going to buy them and later market it in Selangor and Penang. The ladies were delighted. Instead of hoping for some government body to set up a promotions and marketing arm to sell the bags, Felicia did it on her own initiative. I thought this was a novel idea.

There was also goodies for the kids. On the day of the competition, there is going to be a story-telling competition for Jahut children. The best thing is, the narration is not going to be in Bahasa Malaysia, as usually the norm, but in Jahut language. Everyone smiled in approval.

It was almost four. I had to go off early because there was football practice at five. The kids will run me down if I failed to be at the school padang. So it was goodbye to the PKR people and the Orang Asals and I left. On my way out, I noticed this 4WD full of people. As it turned out, according to Haji, later, there were more than fifty people gathered and some even filled in PKRs enlistment forms. Driving along the wet road leading to civilization, I couldn’t help but admire at how Felicia managed to give them boats and nets instead of giving them fish. Also, the steadfastedness of Haji, trying to win the hearts and votes of the Orang Asal, are also commendable. Working hard with limited resources and assistance. Well done to two people with originality.

Temerloh’s Biggest Eyesore

Whenever you are ever in Temerloh, just watch out for this humongous building. Built in the last century, sometime in the 1990s, this building never forget to remind the simple folks of Temerloh of how the power is beginning to crumble. This historic town, which is known as the Bandar Ikan Patin, and prides itself at being in the center of Peninsular Malaysia, has its share of heroes like Sudirman or Pak Sako or even Baharuddin CD. UMNO have been prominent in its establishment, and spent the 60s,70s, 80s and until quite recently, an UMNO fortress. However, they have begun their slow path of deterioration after losing the DUN Semantan seat to PAS, unheard off before in the BN powerful state of Pahang. This dilapidated building has not seen any action ever since the towns of Temerloh and Mentakab became a parliamentary seat. Since then, UMNO has been using the UMNO building of Mentakab. The Temerloh UMNO building had been left in disrepair and it greyed and decayed like the Party. The windows are smashed to smithereens and the walls are full of lewd graffiti. Is this symbolic of the future? Has UMNO left unwanted affairs on its own and is on the run? This building can easily be a rented as a shopping centre,  a tuition centre or even a snooker parlor. Instead, it has gone to waste. Hope it doesn’t involve the taxpayers money. This ‘eyesore’ is smack dab in the middle of town and for everyone including the tourists to see. The question must be, if you can’t even take care of your own building, how can you take care of the country?

Lets Do Away With The Hair Code

Japanese school students. Just look at their hair.

Why do teachers still make a fuss about the hair length of students? After every school assembly, the boys will line up and it’s hair check time. Those who get caught are usually penalised by on-the-spot hair butchering. Come on, this is 2010. Hair is not the reason a student is good or bad, disciplined or undisciplined. One’s hair length does not a man make.  Like Samson, hair symbolizes one’s identity, his strength and weakness. A way of expressing oneself. Other than that, aesthetically, long hair looks good too.

I remember  back in the 70s, when long hair became fashionable, the older generation raved and ranted about the spoilt younger generation. They hoped that this fad would not last.  However, long hair stayed on much longer than they would have liked. Back in the 50s, it was the pompadour. The 60s was the domain of the hippies who are, naturally, long haired. The 70s was pretty much the same. The affluent and commercially peaceful 80s brought short hair back into fashion. The 90s was the time of the underground movement, led by Kurt Cobain with the X Generation in tow. The hair world was back to long locks again. The first few years of the 21st century became a time when both fashions were in vogue.

Even this short history illustrating the chameleonic nature of hair styles – hair today gone tomorrow – did not manage to shake Malaysia’s obsession with short hair. The grandfathers of today, were the liberal, long-haired hippies of yesterday. Now that they are into the balding years, they too have  decided that long hair and discipline do not mix. Long hair means bad!

‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’, they say, but this advice isn’t taken seriously by school authorities. Schools demand that hair must be inches above the collar, and there must be no sideburns. Spiked hair, even though short, is totally a no-no. Some schools do not allow students to use gel. How irrational. Students are required to have the shortest hair possible, but believe it or not, they must not shave their head bald. Long cannot, bald also cannot. It must be somewhere in between. What is the rationale for  that, no one knows. And so the ‘hairassment’ goes on.

The hair code must go. Look at developed countries, except maybe Singapore. Most of them allow students to sport long hair. In my school, sometimes Japanese students often come to socialize with their Malaysian cousins as part of student exchange programs. When I asked their teachers about this issue, they told me that no schools in Japan demand that students have a standard hair styling. They allow students to have slightly long hair, though not too long. Look at them. The Japanese are known for innovation and creativity. Long hair lets the children become what they really are. And they are more creative. Look at America or the UK. They all have relented to the modern day’s demand of long hair. All of them are highly disciplined, maybe not externally, but internally. Self discipline is the answer,  not force. No matter how short your hair is, if you are bad to the bone, you are bad to the bone.

Why does the Education Ministry not try a bold and daring method by allowing long hair in our schools? Is it because the lawmakers themselves were deprived of long hair by their parents or teachers when they were young? When they inherit the mantle of the older generation, they too become like the fathers before them by disallowing such trivialities. We impose all forms of rules and regulations on our kids so much so that we suffocate their innate ability to express themselves and think creatively.

Our country is such a stickler to rules. However, if the rule does not favor them, they change it. Why impose poorly thought out rules and regulations that come and go like the tide on our kids? Let them have a say in the matter.. The Ministry people, education that is, have no sense of fun in them. They only want results but not the process.

A Sad State of Affairs

Someone said, ‘It’s a sad day for us’. No one talks about it in school. Everybody was discussing why this year’s football competition for the under 15 is cancelled.

‘No money’, someone interjected.

‘No on-call allowance for doctors’, someone else added.

My mom said,’Allah is only for Muslims’.

I said, ‘Allah is God in Arabic. People in Arabia, Muslims and Christians, call God; Allah. It’s one and the same. ‘

‘No, I don’t believe that. Everyone knows that Allah is for Muslims only.’

‘Well, tell that to the Christians in Sabah and Sarawak. They call their God, Allah, all the time.’

Obviously fed with Utusan and TV3, except for the Indo soap operas, my Mom does not get enough information. I think, it’s high time the Government consider freeing the airwaves to private tv stations and radio stations too, for it to have some form of modernness in the Leaders of this Country’s thinking. I’m afraid, that soon, UMNO is going to be called parti kampung.

What would happen if… a mosque gets burned down? Would there be race riots? This is a serious situation and we still have Anugerah Juara Lagu like nothing is happening. Make jokes some more.  Isn’t this a national calamity?

If  Khairy is a true scholar of Oxford, he should know about liberal ideas. About anarchy. Democracy. He must have been a British Parliament observer while he was there, in London and probably thinking of how to develop his country to modernism, not necessarily with ‘dirty’ values.

If only Lat is our prime minister… imagine.

SABS Kuantan 1975

SABS stands for Sultan Abu Bakar School. I was in Form 5 Science 3 back in 1975. We were considered elite, as we were the only class in school that studied pure science. We’re a mix of the 3 major races but one fact that we were often pissed off about is, SABS is a boy’s school. Whenever we felt the need to see the female specie, we’d have to wait at the lavatory till the girls of SMART finished their class. SMART is Sekolah Menengah Abdul Rahman Talib, a Malay secondary school. But they were, and still are, I think, a mixed school. ‘Sob’. They always went home earlier than us. Our schoolmates of maybe twenty, normally a boisterous crowd, would stay absolutely silent until the procession of SMART girls end.

Our headmaster Mr Chee, just got back from America. It was the age of the flower people; the Hippies. The Hippies were strong then and there was a new world order. Mr Chee, unfortunately, was a bleedingheart liberal. It’s psychedelic, man, dig? So, Mr Chew brought a new world order to that notorious school that was SABS. First of all, we were allowed to sport long hair, but you have to have a letter from your parents. Everyone suddenly had letters from their parents, most of which were self written and self signed. I remember my classmate, Shakib Arsalan, whose father was the Pahang Mufti, had a letter with the Mufti’s stamp.

Not only were we free to have long hair, our dress code was lenient too. We could wear white jeans and white track shoes to school. We can also smoke in school, but at certain places only, like to lavatory or behind the hall. No prefects are given the permission to reprimand us. If there are cases of students breaking certain rules, then he has the right to a court trial. You can choose anyone to be your lawyer. Usually it’s the Form Six student.

I enjoyed going to school. Our library was among the best in the State. It occupied the whole first floor of the school.We called it The Snake Temple. I would skip Add Maths and Modern Maths and head towards the Temple to read Time and Newsweek that was featuring something more exciting than textbooks, the war in Vietnam and the Americans were losing. Our library was well-stocked with the latest books, some uncensored. That was then. One day, the school erupted when Form Five Commerce attacked our class due to a misunderstanding over a basketball game. Because of that, Mr Chew was called up by the State Education Department. Poor Mr Chee. The students and most of the teachers did not understand what he was trying to do. Everything stopped. The smoking, the long hair, the liberty. However, watching the SMART girls passing by was still observed.

When the MCE result came out, it was not bad for a school with ‘no’ discipline. The percentage of passes went up from the previous year.

Moral of the story: Learning from past mistakes, we can create a liberal school, as this is the future. Having a school with draconian rules and regulation is not the only choice if we want to succeed. Students these days need room to move to make them think outside the box. They have to if we want to create a creative group of students. Being creative does not necessarily mean that the school has to be cuckoo too. This is the children and leaders of the future. SABS remain to this day, with its leanings towards a harmonious school, as a mystical school. Mr Chee almost succeeded. It should have been a model for other schools to venture, this exciting realm of ‘non discipline’. Then we wouldn’t have to talk about One Zimbabwe.

Malaysian History Revisited

One day, I came upon a history textbook and perused it. After reading it briefly, I saw the incredible tales of the day when dragons ruled the Earth. Our students, in our primary and secondary school, are not being given the right historical facts by our syllabus. For example, they still believe (blindly) that Parameswara saw a lion on the beach where he landed after running away from his kingdom in Indonesia. He asked one of his advisors, ‘What animal is that?’ to which his escort answered nonchalantly,’A lion, your highness.’ He was the person who coined the name Singapura or today’s Singapore. Singa meaning lion, it was called Temasik before. A few questions come to mind, ‘Does a singa or lion really exists in Asia back then?’ How did his escort knows that it was a lion? Had he been to Africa in an outrigger and saw lions on the grasslands? Or did he read books with pictures depicting some fearsome furry felines frolicking. After a while he ran to Melaka where he saw a kancil the animal, beat up all his dogs. Now seriously, aren’t there too many doubtful facts in that story?

Actually, this painstaking research into the country’s past was through thorough investigation by our renowned historians, from the tales related in the Sejarah Melayu. According to the SM, two princesses were vomited out of a cow’s mouth, they each traveled in a bubble and landed on Sumatra and that is how our royal families came about. Now, where are the historians who is supposed to agree and look seriously into this matter and decide whether it was a historical fact or fantasy?

Parameswara, then a Hindu, became a Muslim when the Arabs came and he had a miracle that only befit his royalness and stature. One night, he dreamt that he was being circumsized. When he woke up, he found out that it really is. Then came the five most famous brothers in Melaka and Malaysia, Hang Tuah and his gang.

Some historians mentioned that they were actually Chinese kung fu warriors. These kids, killed pirates and a killer running amok. Hang Tuah even had the humility to save a horse in deep human manure. How gallant can one get? The Sultan then ordered him to get this beautiful princess high upon the Gunung Ledang, and after that another princess,Tun Teja, from the Pahang royal family. Poor Tuah, he fell in love with both women yet had to surrender them to his Sultan. However, when the Sultan believed a rumor about Tuah having an affair with one his ladies, he ordered Tuah to be killed. Tuah did not shiver in anger or fear. He accepted it because no one disputes a Sultan. After that, Jebat, all upset, decided to get rid of the Sultan. After succeeding, the King managed to call Tuah back and kill Jebat for having being disobedient. Well, we know what happened next. Such a loyal person Tuah is. Now, after that version of our history, shouldn’t it be investigated by archaeologist or a historian to find out whether Tuah really exists. The Sumatrans have their own Hang Tuah too. Maybe the Sejarah Melayu author plagiarized it? One interesting quote from Hang Tuah was ‘Never will the Malays diappear from the world.’ Of course. There is nothing profound in that phrase as never will the Eskimoes nor the Penans disappear too.

Came 1511, Melaka was a great trading empire and was even visited by Marco Polo in his epic journey. Along came maybe 100 Portuguese on a man-of-war, fully armed, fighting against Melaka’s army. Now, Melaka was an empire. Don’t tell me that it does not have a sizeable army, say 1,000 maybe even more, befitting an empire, that can give the Portuguese a run for their money. Luckily Tun Perak was around, he painted his soldiers backsides black and they mooned the Portuguese. Unbelievable.

After that, there wasn’t any mention about the Melakan empire anymore. Once again, this group of maybe, pirates, conquered a whole nation with only one hundred man… only. Then the Dutch came and finally the British. Maybe then the whole scene got more real since it was written down. The British, wanting more than they should, made our feudal lords fuming mad because now they have to go to work. Before, they were tax collectors for the Sultan and his chieftain. If you can’t pay, you’ll be a slave. That was why Birch was killed. And textbooks mentioned that Dato Maharajalela and the King were patriots of Malaysia. All the rebellions that happened in the Malay States are mostly about money, not fighting for their rights or something righteous like that.

One special historical person that I believed were hung by Malaysian history as a turncoat. His name was Munshi Abdullah, a Mamak. He actually wrote a few books about the Peninsula, especially Malay customs. He was critical of it and even brandished the Sultans as pirates. Why aren’t we exposed to what he has written? Why is it a big secret. All we know is, the Munshi was a traitor.

Then came the Japanese. After that the British were back again and they discovered that the Malayans were serious for independence, and so on. History then became realistic and factual, which is boring. The textbooks became blurry with mentions of only names, dates, organization… which is boring. At least, history now becomes what it is today. The communist were pictured as a murderous group of people hungry for blood. What if the communist did not take upon a bloody rebellion, would the British have left this country?

History is a very important study as it reflects what we are, or think today. Our history is a great big joke. Why don’t the historians really put their money worth to scientifically study about how we come about. Our history should be revised. The orang aslis history must be given a place too, as they were much earlier here than us. So, let’s save our children from fairy tales and myths and present them the truth even if its painful. They will love us much better for that.