Friday, December 29, 2006


Its a season of marriages. Two of our classmates have their children married off, Sdr Anuar Salleh his daughter on Christmas Day and Sdr Yusoff Bakar his son at the end of Nov. 06.

We wish to say thank you to them for inviting us to the wedding dinners.

At the Christmas 06 Day, Sdr Anuar had his daughter married off. Here he is seen thanking his guests at the end of the wedding dinner.

Our Classmate, Sdr Yusoff Bakar being received by his son's potential father-in-law prior to 'akad nikah' at Triang Masjid, in Pahang at the end of Nov. 2006.

Haji Akbar

Thursday, September 21, 2006

9 seniors day's outing.

Monday 18th Sept. 2006 was memorable for some of us in more than one way.

At the class of 60 breakfasts on Sunday 17th Sept. 2006, we decided to visit some of our friends who are indisposed and who live outside Kuala Lumpur, and who have not been able to attend our class breakfasts for sometime. They are too sick, and are on the road to very slow recovery. One had been in and out of hospital. The other is recovering from a not so mild stroke. Both are almost confined to their houses.

9 of us decided to make the journey in two vehicles, the meeting place being in Bangi, a town about 15 km south of Kuala Lumpur where we were to have out morning breakfast. We all were there early, and after a full Malay breakfast at a Malay restaurant we left Bangi for our destinations.

We arrived at our destination, Sdr Zulkernain’s house at about 10.30 am. We saw how painful it was for Sdr Zulkernain to move about to come and greet us. But he did, using his ‘four footed’ helping walker. He seemed happy to meet us. He talked and talked, and we talked and talked, until his wife came back from her meeting (the wife was away when we arrived). And we were with Sdr Zulkernain for an hour of so, when we bade goodbye as we have to be at Imran’s house for lunch. Imran’s house is further south, about another 20 km on.

We arrived at Imran’s house, after taking the Highway and turning into some quiet country roads, and as we were greeted personally by him, invited us to sit on the chairs of his sitting room. The house was large and spacious, seemed to be some sort of an official residence but left almost neglected, most probably it’s not as an official residence anymore. The house is of Minangkabau style, in a large compound by a country road, I am told that it has an area of about 25 acres. Soon a lady cousion of his arrived and she knew one of us, Sdr Mazlan, very well having worked with him earlier. And it turned out also that she was no stranger really, a couple of us knew her brother who was in the Lembaga Letrik Negara (National Electricity Board of Malaysia) and he was at our school for some years, (though he only joined the school in the Sixth Form then).

After lunch we left, Sdr Mokhtar and 4 others in one vehicle as he had to be early in KL, and Sdr Mazlan and the other 3 of us left a few minutes. We stopped over in Seremban again to meet Sdr Mohd Noor Rashid for tea; we were biding him a safe journey to Mekah where he was going for his Umrah (Small Pilgrimage) at the end of Sept. 2006. We were with him for about one hour and we departed for Putrajaya where Sdr Mazlan needed to collect something from a friend over there.

We left Putrajaya near dusk, and just about we were to send Sdr Zain to his ‘house’ in Kampong Pandan KL, we met a small accident near the Tesco Supermarket in Pandan Indah. We had just entered a small lane, not really sure where we were going, only relying on Sdr Zain's instructions; we met a minor accident with a motorcyclist, whose wife got thrown down and got injured in the accident and had to be sent to a nearby clinic by another party and the motorcycle had a little damage. We decided to settle the affairs then and there and we paid for the wife’s medical attention. We trust by now we are cleared of being dragged into a legal situation by the victim.

It was a full day for us all. And we were glad that we met all our objectives for the trip, met all our indisposed friends and bid farewell to a friend who was about to embark on a long journey. The minor accident was just unfortunate, as it happened very close to the end of our day (and our return destination). But that minor incident taught us a very important lesson, we should not have taken any short cut or unsure directions when we wish to reach a certain destination however close the destination is. We are glad though that God had protected us all throughout the journey. Alhamdullillah.

The 9th member of the seniors.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

A Black Tuesday

I received this SMS early on Tuesday 22 Aug morning, “En Jaafar Abdul Manap pulang ke rahmatullah pada pagi Selasa , Aug 22 jam 5.13. Jenazah akan dibawa pulang ke rumah No 1, Jln Lurah 8/2A, Shah Alam. - Julia Jaafar”. Our Takziah to Sdri Azizah Dahlan, and family.
Shock, yes, unexpected, hard to say.
We say goodbye to an old friend, Innalillahi..wainnahiroujiun. A-Faatihah.

A tribute to Jeff from the Sun.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Passing by the old school.

I blog the above for rememberance. Such opportunity does not come often.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Mr Wilson
We knew him as Mr Wilson. And he is better known as Anthony Burgess.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Like a family

Sdri Bahariah is the wife of one of the Patikans

Monday, June 19, 2006

An Episode by Sdr Bahariah


Form 3 bid farewell to Mr Amirthalingam & Miss Ng Choo Sim in 1958. Who can forget Miss Ng, pencils used to drop accidentally from top of desks to the floor whenever she was there teaching Geography.(This is an old photo, Faces of late Sdr Zaki Esa, Sdr Zain Hj Idris, Sdr Nordin Hassan and Sdr Samsuddin Ahmad have blodges where the frame glass got stuck to the original photo).

Standing behind: L to R – Wan Mahmood Othman, Engku Mohd Annuar, Md Lias Yusof, Raja Iskandar, (Al-Marhum)Yunus Mizan, Raja Nazuddin Nordin, Majid Adam, Ismail Hamzah, Imran Alias, (Al-Marhum) Zaki Esa.
Standing 2nd row: L to R – Mior Sallehuddin, Nadzmi Nadzim, Zainal Abidin Embi, Jaafar Manaf, Wan Mustapha Muhammad, Mokhtar Hashim, Ariffin Omar, Atan Aziz, Nordin Hassan, Mohd Zain Idris, (Al-Marhum) Khairuddin Shaari.
Sitting: L to R – Hussein Shaari, Nik Hadi Hashim, Nawi Salleh, Saad Mentol, Miss Ng Cho Sim (Geog. Teacher), Kadir Hussein, Mr Amirthalingam (Class Master), Yusoff Bakar, Shamsuddin Ahmad, Yeop Adlan Che Rose, Kamarul Baharin Othman.

Well, you know where you were in this photo.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Class 2 A 1957

Standing (L to R) Zain Idris, Zainal Abidin, Hussein Shaari, Kamarul Bahrin, Ismail Hamzak, (late) Khairuddin Ashaari, Nadzmi Nazim, Razak Hitam, Mohd Nor Rashid, Imran Alias, Raja Nazuddin, Jaafar Manaf, Shamsuddin Ahmad,
Sitting (L to R)Yusof Bakar, Khairuddin Ibrahim, Nordin Hassan, Hadi Hashim, Teacher, Majid Adam, Kadir Hussein, Mohd Zain Sulaiman, (late) Abdullah Omar.
Squatting (L to R) Yeop Adlan, Engku Mohd Annuar, Md Lias Yusof, Mohd Zain Ramly, Umar Hj Abu, (late) Azmir Che Wan, (late) Zaki Esa, Mokhtar Hashim.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Ruffled feathers at MCKK

Ruffled feathers at MCKK

by Tan Sri Abdullah Ahmad

The colonials were disappointed with the new arrival who turned up in crumpled clothes to teach at the Malay College Kuala Kangsar. Abdullah Ahmad remembers the author of the Malayan Trilogy.

He arrived at the college, I think, during the second or last term of the 1954 academic year in a crumpled shirt and trousers and without a tie. We knew right away that he was not a typical colonial.

The tell-tale incidents that showed the non-conformist streak in John Burgess Wilson occurred inside as well as outside the classroom.

They were exciting and scandalous by both local and British moral standards.

The circumstances in which Wilson found himself at the college, in addition to his own experiences and talks with his pupils, inspired him to write the Malayan Trilogy.

And when it was published in 1965, his expatriate colleagues who did not like him felt betrayed.

I have not reread the Trilogy, but what I can recall is that he did capture pretty well the spirit and life at the MCKK and the society in the Kuala Kangsar colonial enclave. Perhaps, with a bit of exaggeration.

The truth, I suppose, is somewhere between what really happened and what he imagined as having happened.

Wilson, until he reinvented himself as Anthony Burggess, the novelist and critic, taught English to the 1954 Cambridge Class for an eventful one term.

The senior students were stirred by the Umno-led merdeka movement but were generally unsupportive of the vanguard militant rebellion spearheaded by the Malayan Communist Party.

Several politically conscious students were quite unhappy with the unenlightened school administration.

I recall the first morning Wilson came into class, red faced, (must have been the result of too much beer and gin the previous night), perspiring and smoking.

He was in many ways a throwback to a social class the British colonials had scrupulously tried to shield us from.

We were being trained to join and enlarge the small Malay administrative-cum aristocratic establishment.

Apparently with some reluctance, he scrawled several essay subjects on the blackboard for us to choose from, one of which was "communism".

A day later when he returned our work, it turned out I was the only one who wrote about communism.

I got seven marks out of a possible ten for my effort. Only years later did I discover that he was once a communist.

He complimented my knowledge of the subject and advised me to pay more attention to my English and spelling, and said that I appeared to have a gift for left-wing polemics!

He made it all look very easy and I thought he was rather generous to praise me based on an essay. He did not know how I had struggled during that 45-minute period to write it.

I was elated by his remarks about my knowledge of comparative politics and grateful for his advice.

Wilson did not teach the fifth form long.

He moved on to teach English to the fourth formers which included my former classmates in form one, Abdul Rahim Ismail, the current vice president of the Lake Club and a great Rotarian, Ahmad Rassidi Abdullah, a retired banker whose hobby is travelling around the world with his wife of 36 years, Zainal Abidin Nordin, a retired senior civil servant, Tunku Zuhri Zakaria (a lawyer, deceased), Ariff Shafie, an lpoh sportsman and a sometime emcee.

By all accounts Wilson was a good and simultaneously, an unconventional teacher.

Rahim knew him rather well. I was told they corresponded with each other long after Wilson left Malaysia, and when both had become rich.

I read in an English tabloid - The Mail On Sunday (Sept 21) - that a Roger Lewis has spent 16 years working on the biography of the novelist, and had recently spent the summer visiting Wilson's old haunts in the Far East, including the "whole length and breadth of Borneo", and presumably also Kuala Kangsar and Kota Baru.

I look forward to reading the biography of my sometime English teacher who said, "Brunei was a kind of prison, walled in by sea and jungle". If I may add, also by great wealth.

Lewis has this to say about the Brunei Sultanate: I have been to Brunei. No wonder the Sultan and his family spend as much time as possible at the Dorchester Hotel (The Sultan owns the hotel in Park Lane, London). It is an Islamic state (you can't do this, you can't do that) and though it is wealthy from its oil revenues, the population live in hovels and stilts above mud flats and raw pollution."

The headmaster of the MCKK during our time was J.R. Howell or "Jimmy" or "Jim" to his close friends; a feisty Welshman, a disciplinarian who clashed with the intellectual Wilson soon after they met.

It did not surprise the students that Wilson's stint at MCKK was relatively brief.

He mocked Howell and other fellow expatriates as philistines, obsessed with sports and the latest American movies and in the case of Howell, with rugby in particular

Howell and the others were disappointed with him for lowering their "society and mores" in the estimation of the locals.

They had carefully turfed that as if it was a neat British golf course.

Before I left college in December 1954 1 asked for his autograph, and he obliged by writing it in Jawi.

He loved, as Roger Lewis says, "word-play and linguistic showing off " but then he had much to boast about, like passing the government's compulsory Malay examination in record time, unlike his nemesis Howell who took much longer.

My contemporaries knew that Howell and I were not the best of friends but we made up in old age.

Adhha and I visited him and we stayed in his house in Newport, Wales. His charming wife Mona and Howell were gracious hosts.

Howell, who by then insisted that I called him Jim, said to me: "Wilson lets the side down badly Amoral and a liar"

"Why don't you write about him?" I asked. "Maybe", was what Jim said.

But what Lewis said of Wilson appears fairer. Lewis said: "After labouring at his biography off and on for 16 years, the conclusion I have reached is that, though he wasn't exactly a pathological liar, what went on in Wilson's life did tend to get glamourised, exaggerated, reinvented and generally improved in Burgess' books".

I agree with my old headmaster that Wilson was unconventional, controversial, infamous and occasionally a liar, especially when he needed to extricate himself from troubles he could no longer hide.

Howell should know. After all he was Wilson's boss, and wrote the latter's confidential report.

I think Wilson, like many writers, great and minor, was an ambiguous figure, and as Lewis found out, he easily contradicted himself.

"Is there any likelihood of a vacancy in the English Department at Banbury (Grammar) School?" Wilson, who was a teacher there before coming to Malaya, pleaded in a letter to a former colleague.

"I'm serious about this,"' he added in his letter prior to his first home leave in 1957.

Lewis continues: "Burgess later seemed to forget this - his dissatisfaction, his restlessness, his desire to be done with the East and come home. Burgess, in his memoirs, Little Wilson And Big God, says that when he revisited Britain he hated the place and felt a stranger".

"The mess of post-war England", Wilson moaned in 1987, "all television, fornication and a rising generation given to rock music-and violence".

Lewis continues: "Thirty years ago, he'd wanted to be part of the excitement. Espresso and cappuccino, Teddy boys and layabouts. He'd spent a week in Banbury trying to get his old job back. Fat chance."

Lynne, his Welsh wife, who had accompanied him to MCKK, was always a handful,

The expatriates in Kuala Kangsar were well aware of her and all about the happenings that occurred in the lives of the Wilsons. She died in 1968, according to Lewis, because her liver exploded.

Wilson returned to Malaysia twice and revisited MCKK. He married an Italian woman later and died in Monaco, I think, in 1993, aged 73.


Friday, March 31, 2006


Agrotourism di PTH. Padang Hijau ini telah dibuka kepada orang ramai pada 25.6.1996 dan dirasmikan
oleh Dato' Dr. Hj. Hadi bin Dato' Hasim, Ketua Pengarah Perkhidmatan Haiwan Malaysia pada 21.12.1996.

That Dr Hj Hadi Dato' Hasim is one of us.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Alzheimer's disease

Alzheimer's disease, with its attendant confusion and memory loss, is
rapidly replacing the Big C as the condition people fear most. Though
pharmaceutical companies are pouring money into finding new drugs to
treat it, success is as yet elusive. Some researchers say that vitamin
B12 and regular exercise help to slow the progress of the disease.
Others advocate a "use it or lose it" view , arguing that keeping the
brain active into middle and old age helps to stave off symptoms.
Neurobics was coined in imitation of aerobics (it seems by Dr Lawrence
C Katz and Manning Rubin in their 1999 book Keep Your Brain Alive) to
cover mental exercises invented to help do that. Remaining mentally
active, it's argued, keeps the links between brain cells alive and
busy. An example might be brushing your teeth with the other hand, or
moving items around so you don't get in a mental rut, or doing things
with your eyes closed. Such claims are viewed with scepticism by the
medical profession, but everyone agrees that at least they can do no
harm. Unlike so many briefly fashionable terms that explode into the
night sky of the popular press but soon fade, this one shows slight
signs of continued life.

Others insist that you cannot separate the mind's software from its
hardware and that the true aim of neurobics ought to be to keep the
connections between brain cells flexible and strong, perhaps even
growing new connections and new brain cells.

New Scientist Nov 2001

Monday, February 27, 2006

Thank you Allah.

Sdr Nik Zainal leading the 'syukur doa' after the breakfast gathering on 26 Feb 2006 at Taman Rimba Kiara, Kuala Lumpur.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Friday, February 17, 2006

Monday, January 30, 2006

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Sunday, January 22, 2006

A happy man

Sdr Zain Sulaiman (Form Monitor in 1956)in a happy mood at the breakfast at KCP Taman Melawati, he and Sdr Mohd Nor Tahir hosted that breakfast.

A book

A book written by our own Shamsudin Ahmad