Malaysia human resources:the unused and misused.

Malaysia students are among the best in the world, ranking top among world universities. In fact, a typical reaction for a foreign student towards a local universitiy student is, "Wow, you're Malaysian? No wonder you have high grades!" or something along that line. However, where have they gone? Malaysia?

Once, my Singaporean friend jokingly said that Malaysians are extremely friendly as,"You make, we take!" Huh? And that includes industrial products, water, and of course, our students! Statistics show that over three hundred thousand Malaysian degree holders, top-scorers, professionals, are working in Singapore!

A common complaint circling the general public is that the students should not be choosy with jobs after graduating. I wonder if they have actually thought about wasted intelligesia and resources needed to produce them. A molecular biology Masters holder working as a restaurant waiter in Malaysia when he or she is offered a place in another country's research institute? Huh? What is happening? No wonder they left.

Talent corp is about attracting local talents overseas but what about in the country? The government should allocate the right places for the right people. Scientists should contribute in research and developement, not wasting their days doing work not complying with their field of expertise. Singapore excelled in that place, why couldn't we? I believe that Malaysia Boleh! But Malaysia Government boleh?

Facebook

Facebook...eight words that revolutionized the way of the world...
Amazingly, Facebook have turned from a simple networking site into...well, a much organised and massive social network website that has billions of people around the world using it.
Personally, I find it interesting that people, especially teens and young adults could get easily hooked up onto that behemoth of a site and do nothing but play, chat and play all day. Granted, it's pretty alluring to just plant some virtual vegetables and sit there and wait for it to grow...but still...
I wonder if any parent or boss would sue Facebook for delaying projects and causing employees to smile at the computer screen all day but nothing productive comes out?

Poems...that came out of nowhere.

Gold leaves on silver branches,
held together by the glue of bronze,
blown over by cold harsh winds of wrenches,
but always standing out on top.

As threads of destiny intertwine,
like deck cards,
of black heart nine,
perfect in a square,
but lacks a red beating heart.

The postman

Today, I just came back from an errand with my mother. As always, I trudged along the porch after reaching home to close the gate. However, my hands barely touched it when I heard the familiar 'put-put-put' of the postman's motorcycle coming down from the road. I hurriedly swung one side of the gate.

The postman was a Malay man, probably his thirties. There were bags and bundles, big and small, blue and black, all bearing the insignia of 'Pos Malaysia', fastened securely onto the motorcycle. In the gloved hands of the postman was a letter.

'Put-put-put'. The motorcycle stopped in front of the house. The postman held out the letter to me. I smiled shyly as I stretched out my right hand to take it. (My father has always told me that Malays, along with Indians, prefer you receive with your right hand)

The postman smiled back. He said a near-inaudible 'thank you', with his mouth forming a perfect circle and the rode off to deliver another letter.

It was then I discovered I was probably the first person he ever delivered a letter face-to-face with. Alas, I even thought that he was a bogus postman and wanted to close the gate on him! Insecurity, coupled with fear have made this society as cold as ice.