MHS Hostel 1969

1969, I was merely a toad then.
Still at BHES at Standard 4.
Yes,it was the havoc years,The MAGERAN and what not etc.etc.

However do you recall the old MHS hostel?
I merely stayed at the old building for a year.
The back store was turn into a dorm.
Me,Allahyarham Annuar Johari,Allahyarham Yusof Sulaiman,Yazid Kassim,Hamdan Hassan,Annuar Md.Nor,Amran Latif,Rosman Ibrahim,Nuruddin Wahab was in the dorm plus next a partition was our juniors.
I cannot recall the names but I remembered Sani,huge massive guy for a remove class and played ruggby for the school.

Anyway,can you recall the faces of those in the picture? photo link

I link it from Abg.Shariff Lobo which was 2 years our senior.
Those who was in Persatuan Seni Silat Sendng could recall,I guess ?
His blog link here.

Anyway,down the memory road again.

If - Rudyard Kipling

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowance for their duobting too

If you can wait and not tired by waiting
or being lied about, don't deal in lies
or being hated, don't give way to hating
and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
and treat those two imposters just the same

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss
and lose, and start again at your beginnings
and never breath a word about your loss

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
except the Will which says to them "Hold On"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt
If all men count with you, but none too much

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it
And - which is more - you'll be a MAN, my son.

by Rudyard Kipling