Friday, July 5, 2013

How Yeng Han - GoodBYe 4 July 2013

One of the classmate in form 3, How Yeng Han had passed away on 4 July 2013. He was suffering from cancer for about 2 years.

I knew that he was suffering from cancer. Many of my friends went after the hi-tea at PJ Hilton.

Another classmate of mine Vijaya Kumari

The house of How Yeng Han
I did not go as I had to be home to send my daughter. He was so happy to receive friends, my of whom he had not meet for more than 30 years.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Wedding of Yussof''s Daughter

Friendship in those days were really close. Of course like any boys and girls, we do fight and had disagreements, but we still remain friend.

I still remember the days when I was in the remove class of 1966.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Clifford Form3 1969

Form 3 was special year, as it was the first real exam.It has been a long time, I have forgotten most of my classmate. Only those I continue to meet, I still remember them.

What I can remember is a bit scratchy, this is what I still can remember:

1. The classroom was at the single block just next to the hostel. It was the first room and nearest to the hostel. There must be over 40 of us, majority are chinese. There were some Malay, and some of them from the remove class like me.

I still remember that Yusuf Ibrahim was there, Hamid Yaakob, Rahimah Ibrahim, Badaruddin. The students not from remove class were, Norzaiti Salleh, Nafizah, Nasron. There was one boy who became a doctor and entered politics later, I cannot remember his name.

2. The form teacher was a young Chinese who drove a Fiat 600. I cannot remember his name, he wore a spec and had a lot of pimples. He was married by had no child. He taught us geography.

3. The most notorious of all the teacher was Mr Patrick. The was a believer in the concept of punishment without reward. He taught history, no really teaching, but used punishment. This is what he did.. " ok class next week, we are going to cover chapter 3, the first sultan of Malacca. Read it and prepare for a quiz".

So next week, he will come with the book in the left hand and a small cane in the right hand. He will go to ask the students, one by one in a raw. He use the book to ask question and the cane to reinforce learning.. or rather to FORCE learning. You cannot answer, put you palm out for the whipping.

That about all,

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Memories of Lipis - My first trip to mela

This is taken from my long term memories, probably comparable to that of the hard disk of your PC. I just completed std 6, and there was that long term holiday at the end of the year. Those days, every student was looking forward to to go to the 2 selected boarding school, for girls, the Tun Fatimah and for boys, the STAR. I was not the lucky few, only faridah and norwin were selected to sit for the exam.

I still remember the head teacher, cik gu zakaria. He really work very hard for the school. I think his focus was on the academic achievement. About 4 of us attended the supplementary courses, although we knew that only 2 will sit for the exam. Now looking back, I think it was a smart strategy, who knows if one us the 2 were to be ill, at least the reserve are ready.

So a group of us decided to visit our class teacher, cik gu hassan in mela. I cannot remember for sure how were in the group, but I think, faridah, rohani zainal, norwin, mat ali and johari. We went by train from padang tunku, through lipis. I think we stayed for 2 nights. It was a real experient, first time going out with a group of friends.

What struct me, is the freedom given to us by our parents. But those days, there was no danger like today, you rarely hear someone was killed. If you you to read the paper now, everyday there are people get murdered.

I think cik gu hassan had passes away, I am not sure the wife , cik gu azizah and the beautiful daughter with straight hair.

I remembered arriving at Mela, then we had to walk towards Kuala Lipis, following the railway track, I think it was about a kilometer walk. Then we reached the house on the right, first we passed trough his mother in law's. It was an average wooden house, nothing grand with the traditional Malay architecture.

That night, the girls slept in the room and we the boys were at the guest's room. I cannot forget, mat ali was teasing the girls, then to our surprise, he climbed on the table trying to peep at the girls. Unfortunate he felt and hurt his elbow. The noise got the teacher rushing up, and luckily the girls were also on our side to to cover the embarassement.

I cannot remember anything about my return trip to Kuala Lipis. Probably the virus had spoiled that sector of memories.

good night.

Good night.

rohani zainal - daughter of a policeman, living in the end block, next to the school blog.
faridah mat natar- cousin of norwin, her father was interested in politic. .... remember him saying... ' yang itu tak ada dalam dasar kerajaan kita sekarang".
mat ali - his father was originated from sumatera, spent his weekend selling apam balik, I remember the bid one was 30 cents... now rm2,00.
few more whom I had forgotten the names.

My next trip was many years later, when I was in Clifford. Shahrom organised a trip for a football competition. Shahrom is now and MP for Lipis.... Dato' Dr Shahrom.

Trip to che gu hassan, I think he had passed away.

To be built......

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Classmates at Padang Tungku

I was at standard 6 in 1965, I cannot really remember how many in the class. However, I still remember, how it was arranged. The students were put in rows according to standard 5 result. Norwin Mohd Nor, was in front, followed by Faridah Mat Natar and then me. Behind is Rohani Pilus and Rohani Mat.

There were 3 Rohani's. Rohani Zainal is the daughter of policemen, Rohani Mat lived in Selvon Estate and she is the mum of the class. She was a big size for a 12 years old girl, and that cause me to think that may be she was much older. Ustaz Mohd used to teased her. Rohani Pilus was small, Ustaz use to lift her, her size was like a standard 2 girl.

I remember Awang Musa. I even met him when he was at Productivity Center. He did his  PhD, then he resigned and wanted to start a business. I do not know what happen. Nowrin went STAR and Faridah to STF. Somehow they did not excel in their study. I was informed, he went to Kelantan and became a car sales agent. Faridah became a teacher.

We had a few new comers. Zainuddin from Melaka and Ibrahim from Kampong Dusun. I never meet them since I left school. Bahanordin became Police OCPD and now started a business after his retirement.

The teacher was cik gu Hasan,  from Mela. During the December Holiday, we went to Mela by train. Actually we were more free than the average kids nowadays. There were 6 of us, 3 boys and 3 girls as I remember. I was long time ago, about 47 years ago. The boys were Norwin, Mat Ali yunus and me. The girls were, Faridah, Rohani Zainal and another girls.

I remember the head Master, Cigu Zakaria. He did the first science experiment. Using portable cooker, he heated a tin with 20% water. As the water turned to gas, he closed the tin, it crumbled when cooled.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

A bridge to the Past

Our memory is like a road that link our present to our past. However, due the original design, the patches of the road is not continuous, the further it goes to the past, it is becoming more blurred, with exception for some exciting and memorable segments.

How true is the word of Steven Covey in his 7 Habits, when he was talking about the emotional bank account, despite the gap of time of 35 years or more, friends will naturally meet and pick-up from that was left years ago. The feeling and emotion just clicked in without any effort. That was what happen when I went to attend a wedding reception organised by NbB in Pandan Jaya. Now that we are the elder of the three generations, look back with appreciation, the school life that we had together crossed each others paths.

As they say it, memories are an integral part of us, nobody can take it away. It is the memories, that we build upon, layer by layer, and stack it into mind that help to make what we are today.

johariar may 2011

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

hostel life

There were about 150 over students living in the hostel in 1969. The hostel was a blocks building next to the open field. I think the hostel cost was sponsored as we had to pay a very nominal sum of RM30.00 per month. That included the four meals per day.

Cliffords hostel 1969
The hostel management
The hostel was managed by a hostel's stayed in teacher and the hostel head. Each of the dorm was headed by a dormitory leader.The final responsibility was on the teacher, he collected the monthly hostel fees of rm30 per students and took care of the discipline. Every Sunday, we had the inspection day, there was no cleaners, so we had to day the cleaning of the hostel. There was no laundary provided, so we had to wash our own clothings and hang them on the lines to dry.

Friday, December 18, 2009

The day he commited suicide

It is still in my memory of lipis. It has been there all this while, I think because of the impact it had on myself.

This had happened more than 40 years ago. For the younger generation, you may may not able to imagine and grasp the situation. Lipis then, was unlike what it is today. The narrow windy road from Kuala Lumpur ended here. There was no road built yet to padang tengku, non to kelantan. The clifford school was still using the old preindepedant buildings except for the hostel. I cannot remember for sure, in what year I was in, but I remember it as my early years in Lipis.

It was early in the morning, probably around 7. The whole hostel, was in commotion, and people were shouting........ ada orang mati..........ada orang mati. We were panic. Fearing the worst, that one of the students may pass away. Voices were asking.........where?...Where is it.

One of the students was pointing to a figure hanging from a branch. He was calmly hanging there with a stool fallen next to his feet. The feet was only barely about a foot from the ground. A few minutes later the police arrived. The crowd gathered around. We were still wondering who he was and why he had chosen such a fate. From the appearance, he was chinese, in his middle age. No immediate family appeared.

To be continued

Monday, December 14, 2009

Trapping the Mousedeer 10years

My memories of lipis is still fresh. Life was simple. There was no tv, no computer, no internet, and not even newspaper. During school holidays, there not much really to do. It is funny, when I still think I had a wonderful childhood. And I still remember, when I was 10 years old, I was brave enough to track the jungle. We were used to it. There no fear, never thought of the tigers, snakes or jaguar.

This school holiday was no different. Most of the time I was out, doing whatever activities, mostly closely related to nature. I cannot remember this time, whether I went alone or with my brother or sister. I have one sis who was more adventurous than most boys. Though a girl, she would follow me in all the boys activities. So one day, I was out to make a trap, we called it perangkap, for the mousedeer............ or kancil. If you have you seen it, it is quiet small, may be smallest of the deer family. You are not suppose to do this nowadays, as our favorite kancil is one of the protected species. You may end up in court. But those days were different. The green jungle was still in abundant.
We leave the normally around 9 am. We only need to bring a parang, (machete), The rest of our needs will be obtained from the jungle. My friends were surprised when I shown them how easy to get fresh drinking water from the creepers, (we call is akar kayu). All you have to do it find it, cut it into manageable length and the water will pour out from it. It sound easy, but please don’t to it, you may be poisoned if you choose to cut the wrong type of tree.

to be continued...........