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We are proud to announce the winners of the INTI's Teacher's Day "Sharing Your Best Teaching Memories" Contest. To all winners, INTI would like to congratulate you and thank all teachers for their continuous effort in nurturing the leaders of tomorrow.

GRAND PRIZE WINNERS
The grand prize winners walk away with a brand new Samsung Galaxy S4. Congratulations!

Name NRIC School
TEO SOOKXXXXXX-XX-5594FOON YEW HIGH SCHOOL
SONG CHENG INGXXXXXX-XX-5472SMK SERI BINTANG UTARA
SULCHANA PERIAKARUPANXXXXXX-XX-5472SMK SEAFIELD
KHIEW WAI MUNXXXXXX-XX-6947SMK ST MICHAEL, IPOH
POGAVATHI S KANARATNAMXXXXXX-XX-5514SMK BUKIT MEWAH
KAHLAH VATHEE PERIASAMYXXXXXX-XX-5078SMK TELOK DATOK BANTING
LIM SENG HOXXXXXX-XX-5243SMJK YU HUA, KAJANG
LEE WAI YEEXXXXXX-XX-5882PENANG CHINESE GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL
NUR ALIYA YEOH BINTI ABDULLAHXXXXXX-XX-5802SMK SEBERANG JAYA
NORMAZIAH BT HUSSINXXXXXX-XX-5550SMK PEREMPUAN KAPAR

  • Song Cheng Ing
    SMK Seri Bintang Utara, Kuala Lumpur
    A voice called out from the corridor, “Pn Song!”.Aliff, Adiq and Siddiq had come back for a visit. They were enrolled in a vocational course at Giat Mara. Looking neat and speaking respectfully, they looked confident; unlike the disobedient and defiant rule-breakers from their school days. In coming back they unwittingly urged me not to condemn and write-off the naughtiest of our students, but instead to have faith that they may yet change for the better. They taught me to have hope in every student.

    Meng’s hair was all over his eyes and ears. I was giving out the examination papers and I said to him, “Cut your hair, Meng”. It was a soft whisper, and only he could hear it. But the next day, his hair was neat and short. I was touched, for Meng was not known to be compliant, especially with the discipline teachers. Meng taught me that gentleness achieves what force and harshness could not.

    James in his wheelchair inspired me tremendously with his indefatigable grit and tenacity, whilst the friends who willingly pushed his wheelchair or carried it in a fire drill taught me acceptance and what selfless friendship meant.

    In Sarawak, students invited me back to their longhouses and fishing villages. I learnt to catch prawns in the rivers and run after crabs in the mud banks. Also, to keep an eye on the river tides so as not to be stranded when they receded. Those students had so little yet offered me the best they had. They taught me generosity and that there can yet be joy in a simple life.

    In a FELDA school, I admonished, scolded, and punished students who did not do my assignments. Still, they wished me and smiled at me when I walked past. They harboured neither anger nor ill-feelings, and taught me forgiveness and not to harbour grudges.

    Then there were those students who came to school without breakfast or money, those with single or no parents, or who came from disruptive or abusive homes. They planted in me seeds of compassion and taught me love and empathy.

    “Teacher, why are you angry?” “Huh….? I’m not angry.” “You look angry, teacher.” Oh dear, I must be sporting an angry look even when I was not angry. So, I consciously made sure I looked approachable. My students taught me to smile and look cheerful, to shake off the shackles of propriety and laugh loudly and heartily with them. They taught me to enjoy their youth and feel young again.

    This then, too briefly, is my story. Of how my students have changed and shaped me into the teacher that I am, the person I have become. Teaching and learning is a two-way process. This has been so true for me in so many immeasurable ways.

    On this Teachers’ Day, these words resonate in my heart:
    Much I have learnt from my friends,
    More from my colleagues,
    But I have learnt the most from my students.
  • Teo Sook
    Foon Yew High School,Johor Bahru
    Thirty-four years is not a short time. Most people may think that teaching in the same school for such a long period of time must be monotonous. Yet, it is somehow challenging and fun to me.

    Until now, I have had passion for teaching. But life is not a bed of roses. I once thought of quitting. It happened in 1997. I had to handle a class of fifty little “monsters”. They were so rude, rebellious and lazy that other subject teachers kept complaining about them to me. As their form teacher, I tried to change them into better selves. However, the more I counseled them, the more they turned against me. Many a time they broke the school rules like cheating during the exams, keeping long hair, not bringing their books to school, playing truant and so on. Whenever I received any complaints about my class from school, I would get help from those experienced colleagues. What they advised me mostly was to be more patient and to shower my students with more love.

    It was easier said than done. My class still remained notorious. They simply turned a deaf ear to me. At last I felt so frustrated that I resigned. Upon hearing the news, my class went to see the principal with a long and touching letter. They revealed their love and respect for me in the letter. The principal insisted that I should stay and give my class another chance. Suddenly my despair drifted away as I was loved and respected. My love for them proved to be effective. Gradually they turned out to be good students.

    Again, they wanted to prove to school that they were not useless at all. They were actively involved in school fund-raising campaign. Out of my expectation, they got the first prize when the results had been announced. I shared their joy with them and took photographs with them. It was indeed the proudest moment in their school days!

    I realized that they were good because they were loved. I could not remember which class nicknamed me “Tweety Bird”. According to all the classes I have taught, I look cute with my big eyes. Isn’t it fantastic to see myself playing different roles in my teaching career? A mentor?A sister? A mother?A friend?An adviser?An actress? I do not mind being any of them as long as I can help my students when they are in need.

    Boxes of Teachers’ Day cards, Chinese New Year cards, Get-well cards, and Thank-you cards are well-kept in my study. Whenever I am free, I will take some of the cards out to reread what my students wrote on them. The way they sang my praises between lines touched me. All these sweet memories and wonderful feelings are rooted deeply in my mind and heart. I am now proud to tell everyone around me that teaching is no longer a profession but a vocation to me.
  • Sulchana Periakarupan
    SMK Seafield, Subang Jaya
    27 years of teaching and till today my fondest memory is when I was teaching this particular bunch of 13 year olds. The Form 1 students normally abide by all the rules in the school and the teachers' message and advice are like from a holy book. As usual, a small threat goes a long way and this applies to almost all the students I've taught, until one day.

    It was the first month of a new schooling year; I sent a form around to get the students’ parents' telephone contact numbers (to be used in case of emergencies). Towards the end of the lesson after collecting the form, I told the students very firmly "Class, if I have problem with any one of you such as not doing homework, breaking the school rules etc., I would not hesitate to call your parents." After saying that, the silence and the change of faces portrayed 'teacher is serious about this matter.’

    However, in the midst of it, I saw a hand being raised, and I said "yes?”. This little girl stood up and said "Teacher, you can call my mom or dad anytime if I'm naughty" followed by a cheeky smile. The whole class laughed at her statement and all seriousness was lost. All I could do was just to stare at her as I was lost for words for this unexpected situation.

    Why you may asked, it was just a simple statement that any teacher would have an answer to but not me and luckily, the bell rang for recess. The walk back to the staffroom was one with mixed feelings but with a smile. When I shared it with my colleagues, they all were shocked and asked "who was that girl?" and after knowing the answer, they also erupted into laughter.

    7 years has passed since that day and yet it still puts a smile on my face every time I think about it and this incident never fails to make someone laugh when it is being told. The simple answer to all your questions is that daring girl is my daughter. Yes, I was my daughter's English teacher.
  • Khiew Wai Mun
    SMK St.Michael, Ipoh
    It was more than 23 years ago. I was posted to a very interior place of Nyelitak in Sarawak, precisely 150 km from Kuching. It was only accessible by foot and on good days, when the narrow muddy path dried up, then a scrambler motorcycle would make a reliable transport.

    My first school, Sek.Keb.KerajaanNyelitak, accommodated 36 pupils of Year 1, 3 and 5 for the year, and Year 2, 4 and 6 the following year. Meaning, there was no intake of pupils for a year. We had four teachers, including the headmaster, MrMigin. We had our hands full almost daily, including preparing breakfast for the pupils who had to walk for miles from their respective villages. Breakfast was a cup of Milo and a few pieces of biscuits as interior schools had no canteens. It was not easy to attract them to school as they were required to help their parents in the farms. The teachers had to ensure that although they were needed to assist their families, the pupils must also get basic education.

    My years in the school were filled with memories as I, together with the headmaster transformed a storeroom into a mini library, to make the pupils read a little and at least, to let them know how a library look like. We introduced many innovative methods in our teachings. We brought in new teaching aids and we organized trips to town.

    Our efforts paid off as attendance soared. The school was now filled with noise and laughter.

    Once a month, villagers would come knocking at the door - to share their catch of wild boars, deer and ant-eaters. These Iban folks were good hunters and to celebrate, they would never miss out the teachers.

    After a year, I had a second posting to SK LepongEmplas, in Simunjan. It was a place popular for its sweet, juicy rambutans. It still is. I spent two years there.

    The location of the school was scenic but we had a problem- it frequently flooded. When it did, the teachers had to fold up their long pants and helped the pupils with their school bags. It was encouraging to see that they came to school despite the situation and I could see from the pupils’ eyes that they appreciated what we did. Those years, I had to print my own exams papers, bought provisions from the nearby hamlet and ensured that the pupils had their essentials. The pupils could be a bit weak in class but they were excellent in their drawing, skillful in jungle survival and swift when it came to tree-climbing. I had savoured the local rambutans, highland durians and myriad of catch from the river, items which parents freely shared.

    Yes, those years in Sarawak. They were many others who made my years in Sarawak memorable. This experience had made me stronger, more courageous and more importantly, I have cared for the last, the lost and the least!

    HAPPY TEACHERS’ DAY!
  • Pogavathi S Kanaratnam
    SMK Bukit Mewah, Negeri Sembilan
    It was 1979. I was posted to a school in a fishing village in Kuala Trengganu where the journey to the school itself was rather adventurous. I had to first take a joy ride in a trishaw to the jetty where a rickety motor boat would take me across the Kuala Trengganuriver to the fishing village. A chartered taxi would then ferry to my school. Can there be anything more daunting than this? However, it was nothing but fun.

    Teaching was challenging as the students hardly spoke any English. It was, however, very rewarding as they were keen to learn. I introduced a lot about the way of life of other races in Malaysia as the students had very little knowledge on this.

    One special occasion was when I had students dressed as Indian maidens in saris and the boys in traditional Chinese and Indian attire in a fancy dress competition organized by the English Language Society. The event was an eye opener to the students on the dress code of the various races in Malaysia.

    As fate would have it my second posting was another fishing village in Selangor- TanjongSepat. I wonder if my love for fish had anything to do with it! Here I was involved in a lot of activities outside school such as trips, educational visits and picnics by the beach. I am a firm believer of the fact that a teacher need to not only teach well but also enlighten students about life.

    My teaching memories revolve around my students and their achievements. I am indeed proud to know that I have made positive changes in most students. Quite a number of my students are writers who have won prizes at national and international (Commonwealth) levels. One of my fondest memories is winning a consolation prize in the 2005 Teachers’ Day Story Writing Competition together with one of my students who coincidentally bagged the consolation prize too.

    Once when I was shopping in Seremban a salesgirl came running to me excitedly and called me “Disco Teacher”. I then remembered that I used to use popular songs by the Carpenters and Boney M to teach grammar and sentence constructions in class.

    My best teaching memories will definitely include working with the debating teams, preparing the arguments, rebuttals, point of interventions and the presentation. Oh, what fun we used to have working till ten pm planning the strategies to defeat the opponents! The jump of joy when we won and the tears of disappointment when we lost are forever etched in my memory. The prom nights, the farewells, the stage presentations and the camps are all parts of those lovely memories.

    The best memory has to be reading a salutation cum appreciation message in the New Straits Times written by one of my ex-students in conjunction with teachers ‘day celebration in 2010. He said that I not only taught the English Language but a lot about Life. He had written ’PnPoga rocks’.
  • KahlahVathee Periasamy
    SMK TelokDatok, Banting
    In the 1980’s, I worked as a temporary teacher in a poverty-stricken area near to a seaside in Malaysia. I started work on a Teacher’s Day. After the National Anthem and Teacher’s Day songs, I noticed a huge sunflower on my table.

    “Probably stolen,” I thought. The next morning, near to the withered sunflower, was a red hibiscus. I received the mysterious flowers every day. Once I even got a bunch of lalang flowers!

    The next year, I decided to leave the school for a better offer. My last day of work coincidently, fell on a Teacher’s Day. After school, I walked to the bus-stop with chocolate-wafer and two cheap gifts. From afar, I saw a child waving wildly at me.

    “Happy Day, teacher!” he cried. I smiled at him.
    “Happy Day, teacher” he shouted loudly.
    “You must say Happy Teacher’s Day boy,” I corrected him, and shook hands with him.
    “Teacher, Happy Day!” he confused his words again. I observed the skinny and undernourished boy’s dirty T-shirt and cheap rubber slippers as he kept pulling up his loose trousers.
    “Sorry teacher. I not come to school today,” he said. “Happy Day, teacher! I got flu and fever teacher,” he explained. I watched his yellowish phlegm flowing out of his congested nose.
    I handed him the wafer but he shook his head. “It’s your present. You eat,” he said.
    “Teacher I know you are going. I got two presents for you. I not take from anyone,” he said.

    I noticed the raffia string tied as belt on his oversized trousers and my eyes watered at his poverty. Two flies buzzed noisily around his nose. He quickly licked the excretion off into his mouth and dug into his pocket.

    “Teacher, I searched and searched for a very best gift for you!” He first pulled out something folded in an old newspaper, and then something else from his other pocket. He placed the gifts on my hand. Then, he ran away shouting: “Happy Day, Teacher.”

    The first gift was a nail clipper with the top edge missing. And the second one was a tiny baby turtle.

    The baby turtle died in the bus on my way home but I kept the broken nail clipper. The gifts had a profound effect on me. I turned down the offer to be a nurse and decided to become a trained teacher instead.

    I lost my husband three years after my training. Whenever I feel alone, distressed and desolate I take a moment of my time to think of the dead turtle, and look at the broken nail clipper that I have hung together with my car keys. That would always make me smile and think of the sunflower, and the little boy who gave me the gifts.

    After all, love also lives in little memories like this and that is what has helped me pull through all these years. Maybe all my days have been and will be happy days after all!
  • Lim Seng Ho
    SMJK Yu Hua, Kajang
    SAYA PERGI SEORANG DIRI MEMBAWA HATI YANG SEDIH HIBA. Al-kisahnya, saya, seorang guru baru, maka ditugaskan ke negeri seberang Laut China Selatan. Ke negeri Sabah, negeri di bawah bayu, jauh nun di hujung utara Pulau Borneo. Sebuah tempat yang cukup asing bagi diri saya. Sebuah tempat bernama Matunggong yang terletak dalam daerah bernama Kudat.

    Kehidupan di sini adalah jauh berbeza dengan tempat asal saya. Bekalan air dan elektrik kerap sangat terputus. Malah, talian telefon yang tidak wujud di sekolah telah menjadikan kami terpisah dengan dunia luar. Saya bernasib baik kerana adanya guru-guru yang datang bersama dan kami saling membantu untuk mengharungi tempoh penyesuaian yang agak memeritkan ini. Namun di sebalik segala kesulitan dan kekurangan, di sini saya terjumpa sesuatu yang saya tidak jangkakan.

    Saya masih ingat, saya mengajar BI walaupun saya beropsyen Sains. Seorang pelajar telah bangun dari tempat duduknya untuk menulis contoh kata nama. Dengan bangganya perkataan 'bed' tertera pada papan tulis. Dalam hati, saya terjerit "Tahniah!". "Bed, 'katil' is an example of nouns", kata saya. Pelajar tersebut melihat saya dan menjawab, "Sir, saya tulis 'bird', burung". Pada hari tersebut, saya sedar. Penguasaan BI mereka adalah lemah. Maka, dengan sedaya upaya, saya cuba mengajar subjek yang di luar kepakaran saya. Pada hari tersebut juga saya belajar. Berani mencuba walaupun mungkin salah.

    Saya masih ingat, saya bersembang dengan pelajar-pelajar selepas kelas Sains. Seorang pelajar bertanya, "Cikgu berasal dari negeri China kah?" Rakannya telah menepuk bahunya. Dalam hati saya, ada juga yang tidak buta Geografi dan Sejarah. Rakannya pun berkata dengan yakin, "Cikgu bukan berasal dari China. Cikgu dari Hong Kong." Pada hari tersebut saya sedar. Pengetahuan umum mereka juga lemah. Maka, dengan sedaya upaya, saya cuba menerapkan ilmu-ilmu am di dalam pengajaran saya. Pada hari tersebut juga saya belajar. Ilmu perlu dicari, kejahilan perlu dijauhi.

    Saya masih ingat, saya bercadang untuk belanja ayam goreng KFC kepada semua ahli pengawas PSS sempena Majlis Perpisahan 2005. Seorang pelajar telah bertanya, "Cikgu, kita makan ayam saja kah? Tiada nasi?" Dalam hati saya, mana ada orang makan KFC dengan nasi. Pada hari tersebut saya sedar. Pengalaman mereka turut terbatas. Maka, dengan sedaya upaya, saya cuba membawa pengalaman baru kepada mereka. Sebulan kemudian, KFC telah memperkenalkan 'Colonel Chicken Rice'. Pada hari tersebut pula saya belajar. Bukan semua saya tahu.

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    Time passed by. I came back to KL five years ago but these memories from my previous school are still so fresh in my mind. I do not know how much change that I made for the students, if there are any. But I knew I taught them lots of Science terms, concepts and principles. I also taught them to be responsible, to be punctual, and to respect others, of being humble and of being courageous. And in return, they showed me kindness, thankfulness, acceptance, love and sincerity. These are what I never expect to find.

    As a wise man once said, "When one teaches, two learn". And I learned lots from them. FOR I CAME BACK, STILL ALONE, BUT WITH MEMORIES THAT I HOLD DEAR.
  • Lee Wai Yee
    Penang Chinese Girls' High School, Penang
    I still remember that day vividly. It happened sometime in April 2009. I was back then and still am, presently a sixth-form Biology teacher in one of the high school for girls in Penang. It was Rat Dissection day. A day the Sixth form Biology students most anticipated yet intimidated by it.

    When the 'doom's day' (as the students named it) arrived, students gathered in the lab, armed with their instruments, face-mask and stuff, they looked like fearless surgeons about to perform a major surgery. As usual, after giving them a thorough briefing on the do's and don'ts plus the usage of each of the dissection instruments, the supplier of the specimens arrived.

    The students rushed out of the lab, eager to meet the live specimens what would be their 'sacrificed animal' later. As the supplier was busy, grabbing the rats, one by one, to place them inside the chloroform bin prepared earlier, one of the more active ones managed to wriggle itself free from his grip and escape for its dear life! And what a chaos it caused! As there were no extra rats ordered as to minimize killings, the students all help to catch the 'escapade'. Finally one student managed to retrieve the petrified rat from under one of the teacher's car. She even stroked the poor rat to console it. We quickly returned the rat into the chloroform bin, together with the rest of gang. As I turned away from the bin to face the students, to my surprise, I found many of them started sobbing away, especially the one who caught hold of the rat, whom was sobbing the hardest.

    Suffice to say, I ended up asking them to return to the lab and consoling them the best I could on the circle of life, the role each one play, and on how sometimes we need to do what is needed. To further appease the students, we observed a short moment of silence in appreciation of our sacrificed specimen. The lesson went on a more serious and respectful atmosphere as they follow each step and demonstration to complete the dissection requirement.

    It was both a memorable teaching and learning experience for me that day. Deep down, I was both happy and touched. Happy, as the lesson went well despite the mini episode that unfurled unexpectedly.

    I was touched as I saw the humane side of my students, part of our future generations who will take over the rein when the time comes. The fact that they could share some compassion towards their 'sacrificed mini mentor', as we now call them, dawned upon me that apart from the whims and fancies traits of our 'Generation-Y'. They actually DO care. This will indeed put a smile on my face every time I remember that day.

    Caption for photo: Students, controlling their emotions, continue with their task...
  • Nur Aliya Yeoh Binti Abdullah
    SMK Seberang Jaya, Penang
    In SK Lerek, a rural school, I was assigned to teach Mathematics to a class of Year Five students. The pupils were very weak in adding numbers, so I had to start from scratch. I tried mental arithmetic but they were too weak to catch up. So I had to go down to the very basic level - using the fingers. It was then that I discovered that Sufiah, one of the weakest in Mathematics, had only five fingers. She was born disabled; her left arm ended as a stump at the elbow.

    Shocked, I realized that I had been too busy with my work to pay proper attention to the students.

    Sufiah, despite her physical condition, voluntarily swept the floor and tidied the classroom every morning. She was not one to wallow in self-pity or make excuses not to do her chores. As her teacher, I decided that she must learn to add and subtract like her classmates and not be left behind in lessons.

    For almost two months, I worked quietly with Sufiah. We devised a way which helped her to add and subtract without pen and paper. Instead, we made full use of her five little fingers. It was not easy because nothing in college had prepared me for this task. It was hard work on both sides.

    Fortunately, Sufiah had a good imagination which helped made the task easier. She began to show interest and understanding of what we were trying to achieve. I praised her efforts and congratulated her each time she succeeded in answering the questions correctly. As the weeks moved on, Sufiah improved by leaps and bounds. By the end of the month, she didn’t need her fingers to count any longer. She had understood the concept and had learnt to memorize. She quickly moved on to subtraction, multiplication and division with little problem. Her friends, seeing her improvement, worked harder so as not to lose out to her

    By the end of the year, the whole class could do sums on addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. I had never been more proud of my students.

    By teaching Sufiah to add, I too learnt an important lesson. I learnt the true spirit of giving. I learnt if a disabled person can succeed there is no excuse for the able-bodied to lazy or incompetent. I learnt to be more observant in classrooms. I became more alert and quick to notice minor changes and moods of the pupils I teach. I realized that being a good teacher is not just to teach the able and good pupils to score an ‘A’, but to make sure that all pupils are given the opportunity to learn and perform to the best of their ability, regardless of who they are, and how many fingers they have. It became my mission that no student is left unattended or ignored in my class.
  • Normaziah Bt Hussin
    SMK PerempuanKapar, Selangor
    I started teaching almost 18 years ago. As a young teacher, I was raring to give all my best, share all that I have learnt from the university with my students. I had preconceived ideas of the relationship between teachers and students. You see, I was an old school. I set my experience with my teachers as examples of how I should be treated by my students. What teachers dictate, students follow. No questions asked.

    Teachers were always right; even when the teachers made wrong, the teachers were still right. Teachers never apologized to students. That would downgrade your status. You are the Miss-Know-It-All. After all, in France, they called their teacher, Professor! That's how highly looked up a teacher is by the society.

    Somehow, all that highly self-regard attitude was changed by a boy named Dzul. He was fifteen and the year was 1995. He did not do his homework and he made no effort to feel guilty about it. In fact, he looked like he was gloating with the fact that he dared to not do the work that his friends had managed to complete. I was taken aback by his answer when I asked for his excuse, "I am lazy, teacher." That answer sounded like a loud police siren in my ears! I scolded him with anger that came out pouring with my words, "You are rude, no manners, arrogant, shameless, so proud of yourself!" The words went on and on until I had no more to say. All the time Dzul was quiet. He bowed down his head.

    Then I left his table but not without giving himthe look that could kill and he bowed lower. I left the class (after the bell rang, of course!) feeling so angry and disappointed. What happened next changed the way I treat all my students, my children and my young family members.

    Dzul followed me out of the classroom and said, "Teacher, you said we must always tell the truth and you disapprove people who lie to you. I told you the truth. I didn’t do the homework because I was lazy. Would you rather listen to my lies? I could have said I left my book at home but I didn't. Why must you be angry when I spoke the truth?”. I was speechless. What he said hit me hard. Yes. He was telling me the truth yet I scolded him. Would I rather be lied to and make me treat my students who lied to me better? Dzul cried and I cried too. I received the best lesson from a young boy that day. Throughout the 18 years as a teacher, I have taught more than 3000 students.

    Once in a while, I have students who reminded me of Dzul. I learnt from him that I must respect a person who tells me the truth even when the truth hurts because nobody likes to be lied to.


CONSOLATION PRIZE WINNERS
These consolation prize winners walk away with a brand new INTI Laptop Bag and a pair of Starbucks Coffee Cards worth RM20. Congratulations!

Name NRIC School
TEY SIEW PENGXXXXXX-XX-5250SMK SULTANAH ENGKU TUN AMINAH
NUR HAFIZA BINTI MOHD AKHIRXXXXXX-XX-5578SMK BANDAR SRI DAMANSARA 1
ONG GUAN SENGXXXXXX-XX-5877SMK BANDAR PUTRA SEGAMAT
KAREN PANG LAI PINGXXXXXX-XX-5734METHODIST BOYS' SECONDARY SCHOOL
AHMAD ZUL FADHLI BIN ABDUL MUJIBXXXXXX-XX-5179SMK TENGKU AMPUAN RAHIMAH KLANG
NORELIN BINTI SAMANXXXXXX-XX-5690SMK BANDAR SUNWAY
NOR AINI BINTI MUSTAFFAXXXXXX-XX-6046SMK MANTIN
WONG CHET THINGXXXXXX-XX-5584SMK USJ8
SRI DEVI PERATHIBA SANJIXXXXXX-XX-5558SMK SERI BINTANG UTARA
WIRON BIN ASINXXXXXX-XX-5499SMK PUTATAN
KALA DEVI TARMALINGAMXXXXXX-XX-5342SMJK PHOR TAY
HO MEI YAUXXXXXX-XX-5422SK JALAN PAYA BESAR
SARASVATHY AMARASINGAMXXXXXX-XX-5456SMK SECTION 4 BANDAR KINRARA
WILLIAM SAMUEL APPADURAIXXXXXX-XX-6117CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL, PETALING JAYA
ELIZABETH LEE FOO ENGXXXXXX-XX-5068SMK SANZAC
CHEAH SWEET MOIXXXXXX-XX-5286SMK SULTANAH ENGKU TUN AMINAH
NOOR LIYANA BINTI KAMARUDINXXXXXX-XX-6164SMK TAMAN MOUNT AUSTIN
NANCY CHEAH CHIEU GAIKXXXXXX-XX-5500SMK VICTORIA
ON CHI HUIXXXXXX-XX-5494SMK TEMERLOH
TAN YOKE PINGXXXXXX-XX-6434SMJK KRIAN
NORHASIMAH BINTI ABDUL RAHIMXXXXXX-XX-5604SMJK AVE MARIA CONVENT
HASHIM BIN SAIDINXXXXXX-XX-6543SMK BANDAR BANTING
HAZWANI FARHANA BT CHE TAJUDDINXXXXXX-XX-5036SMK ALAM MEGAH
GAN KIM JINXXXXXX-XX-5025SMK SEAFIELD
KANG LENG TENGXXXXXX-XX-5152SMK COCHRANE
LAU HONG KENGXXXXXX-XX-6229SMJK PHOR TAY
KOAY NYOOK MOYXXXXXX-XX-5948SMK SINAR BINTANG
KHOR YONG HOCKXXXXXX-XX-5123SMK SULTAN BADLISHAN
LEELA DEVI BALAKRISHNANXXXXXX-XX-6430SMK CHONG HWA, JALAN GOMBAK
OOI SU THENGXXXXXX-XX-5078SMK SRI PERHENTIAN
WONG CHIEW LEEXXXXXX-XX-5678METHODIST BOYS SCHOOL
SIM HENG NGOXXXXXX-XX-5964CHUNG HUA INDEPENDENT HIGH SCHOOL, KLANG
WONG CHENG KONGXXXXXX-XX-5405SMK LEDANG TANGKAK
CHIA GUAT YENXXXXXX-XX-5096SMJK SIN MIN
LAU KOOI BENGXXXXXX-XX-5089SMJK SIN MIN
LOH CHIAU YUENXXXXXX-XX-5608SMJK PEI YUAN KAMPAR
NOR ASZIHA BINTI JAMILXXXXXX-XX-5910SMK CONVENT MUAR
LEE AI CHIAXXXXXX-XX-5698SMK TAMAN MOUNT AUSTIN
LEE AI CHENXXXXXX-XX-5534SMK TAMAN MUTIARA RINI 2
RAJA ARIZA WATI BINTI RAJA DERAMANXXXXXX-XX-5470SMK SEKSYEN 10 KOTA DAMANSARA
TEH SAW TENGXXXXXX-XX-5796CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL
MUHAMMED NIZAM BIN ABU BAKARXXXXXX-XX-5317SMK VICTORIA
MOHD FAUZI BIN ISHAKXXXXXX-XX-5909SMK CHUNG HWA WEI SENG
VIDAYA DHALINTHI ALAGANATHANXXXXXX-XX-5682PIN HWA HIGH SCHOOL
MANJULAH AP ELANGOVANXXXXXX-XX-5496SMK CHIO MIN
FLORA GRACE JEEVAMONEY DAVIDXXXXXX-XX-5234METHODIST BOYS SECONDARY SCHOOL
NG KOK HOUXXXXXX-XX-5887SJK ( C ) LOK YU 2
POZIAH BINTI AB JALILXXXXXX-XX-5260SMK PUTERI, SEREMBAN
SANTHI MATHY AP RAMDASXXXXXX-XX-5234SMJK CHIO MIN, KULIM
PREMA BALAKRISHNANXXXXXX-XX-7858SMJK KWANG HUA
TAN AI FOONXXXXXX-XX-5758SMK SINAR BINTANG
TEH SIEW HONG XXXXXX-XX-5690PENANG CHINESE GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL
FARAH BINTI RASHIDXXXXXX-XX-5192SMK KULAI BESAR, KULAIJAYA
AMIRLIAH BT MOHD SAIDXXXXXX-XX-5924SMK TAMAN MALURI
TEH AH SEEXXXXXX-XX-5466SMK AIR ITAM
NGA SEAN SINGXXXXXX-XX-5799SMJK PEI YUAN KAMPAR
JARINA BT ABDUL RAHMANXXXXXX-XX-6076SMK SULTAN SALAHUDDIN ABDUL AZIZ SHAH SHAH ALAM
TING HUANG SIANGXXXXXX-XX-7361SM FOON YEW KULAI
LOH EV ONNEXXXXXX-XX-5568SMK ST FRANCIS
SEK CHOON CHIANGXXX4062FOON YEW HIGH SCHOOL
NAGARAJAN KUPUSAMYXXXXXX-XX-5657SMK SERI TANGKAK
PONNAMBALAN VEERASAMYXXXXXX-XX-5449SMK TAMAN BUKIT MALURI
LOH SIEW WENXXXXXX-XX-5702SRI KUALA LUMPUR SECONDARY SCHOOL
VELOO MURUGIAHXXXXXX-XX-5423SMJK CHIO MIN
WOO EU CHENGXXXXXX-XX-5678SMJK POI LAM
LAN LAI YENXXXXXX-XX-5342SMJK KATHOLIK PETALING JAYA
SOBHA RANI DEVXXXXXX-XX-5186SMJK CHAN WA
YEOH BEE KHIMXXXXXX-XX-5908SMK INFANT JESUS CONVENT, JOHOR BAHRU
FUNG LIEW CHINXXXXXX-XX-5532PHOR TAY PRIVATE HIGH SCHOOL
SHIRLEY TANXXXXXX-XX-5192SMK USJ 12
WONG HA HUIXXXXXX-XX-6301SEKOLAH MENENGAH PERSENDIRIAN CHUNG HWA
MURUGESWARY AP SHANMUGAMXXXXXX-XX-5580SMK CHAN WA, SEREMBAN
SUMALY BHASKARAN NAIRXXXXXX-XX-7260SJK JAWA LANE, SEREMBAN
SIVANESAN ETHIRMANASINGHAMXXXXXX-XX-5077SM DATO MOHD SAID NILAI
GUNALINGAM KRISHNANXXXXXX-XX-6879IPG KAMPUS RAJA MELEWAR
SALBIAH BINTI RAFIEXXXXXX-XX-5368SMK SKUDAI
LAI CHEE SENXXXXXX-XX-5921PAY FONG HIGH SCHOOL
PAMELA ESTHER PAUL DEVADASONXXXXXX-XX-5358SMK CONVENT BUKIT NANAS
HASNAH BINTI MOHAMADXXXXXX-XX-6370SMK (P) BUKIT KUDA, KLANG
VICTORIA WONG TIEN TIENXXXXXX-XX-6688SMK RANTAU PANJANG, KLANG
WONG FUI FUNXXXXXX-XX-5958SMK USJ 13
SANTHA KUMARIXXXXXX-XX-6516SMK JINJANG
NORA BINTI TAHIRXXXXXX-XX-6548FOON YEW HIGH SCHOOL
TOO AI ENGXXXXXX-XX-5018SMK AIR PUTIH
MELODY LER LIH SHIAXXXXXX-XX-5180SMK BATU UNJUR, KLANG
LIM SIAW WEIXXXXXX-XX-5456SMJK SEG HWA
LAU ENG HONGXXXXXX-XX-5145PENANG CHINESE GIRLS' HIGH SCHOOL
NANDAKUMARAN KATHIRVALOOXXXXXX-XX-5179SMK AIR PUTIH, KUANTAN
TENG SUK LINGXXXXXX-XX-5890SMK CHERAS PERDANA
SARAVANAPRIYA D/O NADARAJAHXXXXXX-XX-5142SMK RANTAU PANJANG