Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
It's nice to hear and read your words mate !!
I recieved a surprise sms from our
Bro.Arshad Basir @ Edward hp:016-2016995 MHS 71/76
"Do you know the relationship between your two eyes?
They blink together,
They move together,
They cry together,
They see things together,
and they sleep together.
Even though they never see each other.
Friendship should be just like that !
Life is like hell without friends.
Its 'World's Best Friend Week'
Who is your best friend?
Send this to all your good friends,even me,if I am one of them.See how many you get back.If you get more than 7,then you are really a loveable guy."
hmmmmm......siratul rahim,siratul rahim peliharalah bersama.
Thank You mate,
It's really thoughtful of you.
A gist of the bondage built.
Very philosophical and deep in meaning.
I propose,
if there is any takers pleased reply a
'MHS-PUTRA KAROKE DISCOVERY NITE'
at any joint propose for a good nite out.
Any takers??
Juwara !! I'm counting on you ?
Pak Lus,Jamaluddin Idris lets have a go man !
Any where Melaka or KL is fine.
Lets do it informal,boys
What you say boys !!!
I am sure the club house at Tiara Golf and Country Club,Air Keroh could be hire for the event.
Srd.Nur Ismail could we?
Zainal Yatim you coming??
Yes,I met Cpt.Zailan Hassan MHS 72/76 hp :019-3556009 last Friday.
Back from UK,heading the London MISC rep.office.
Give each other a buzz boys.
Wassalam
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sama-Sama Mengejar Pelangi

Ole.....hampir menitik air mata ku melihat class photo Class 76'kiriman Srd.Faud Alimon.Thanks Hostel Boys for the link.
Srd.Faud Alimon saya masih ingat 'Tahi Lalat Manis'di bibir Srd.
Belakang drp.kiri ke kanan.Srd.Borhan Majid.
lol....itu gemok, gua punya classmate waktu Form 3.Laugh a lot one when Mr.Uni Khrisnan aka Tom Jones crack some jokes.
Sorry towkey,I forget your name.Co Pe Tek hugging Jamalludin Abu Bakar.Jam you still with MAS?
Srd.Annuar Md.Nor,that handsome guy.Heard he's with RISDA Melaka Jln Pengkalan Rama.
Anyone know where Ahmad Suhaimi is?
Yes my Kg.buddy Jamal Nasir Abd.Wahab(Unta),
Kau masih kat UTM Mal?.Shahidan ada aje kau ni dalam album aku.
Yes,Anak India tu I can remember him but not his name,he and his elder brother anak kepada Mrs.Bala my Std.2 teacher at BHES.
Yes Mrs.Bala gave me an 'A'for my Art work.I remember that.His elder brother is in same platoon with me at cadet.(ref.s to gambar blog)Dia yg.dia kat tengah-tengah.
Srd.Faud Alimon another cool guy after Sanusi Jalil(Sam) not in photo.
Sorry brother tak ingat nama tapi you duduk ABC naik basikal copper dengan Hj.Muhammad kg.Pengkalan Balak ,Mesjid Tanah.
Ialah Aji,yang bawa album 'Deep Purple' kesekolah tu instead text book.'Highway Star' by Deep Purple or 'Soldier of Fortune' would do.
If I'm not mistaken album yang covernya gambar David Coverdale,Jeff Beck diukir atas Bukit.I cannot recall tha name of the hill but in true fact the stone hill was carve the face of Abraham Linccon
I dont know Abraham Lincon but I know Ibrahim Oxford.Felda Manager kat Kemendor,Jasin
He drive that 'kereta kodok'like the one drove by P.Ramlee in film 'Anak Bapak'.
Depan:Zainuddin,yeah the smiling handsome guy,big size before.His sparing partner in Silat Sendeng club is Zailan Hassan yes another Captain(Eng.)kapal.
Abu Zarin...,Flat Polis Banda Hilir dah nak roboh dah .Kau kat mana?
Abu Zarin was with me at BHES so do Zainal Yatim (not in pic)I am not sure either he's in BHES 1 OR 2.
Zainal Yatim is in BHES 2 and same class with our Captains, younger brother Sofian Aziz.Arshad Basir(Edward)gua caya sama lu bro and that Bukit Serindit guy house next to Helen Velu family's home.Ghazali ada sikit looks alike Captain when he was young.
Ialah that top hit during pop yeah-yeah era.
Kereta Lembu dari Melaka
ditarik pula oleh lembu Perkasa
Itulah dia pusaka dato ku
Jalannya tak laju satu jam sebatu
*mari oh mari kita naik beramai-ramai
pergi memancing di pantai(ubah-ubah lirik)*(lol)
Dear Putera MHS,
WE LOVE YOU.
Locating -MIA Case

MISSING IN ACTION
- Name : Sdr.Hamdan Hassan alias Mong
- Age : 49
- Home Add : Kg.Bukit Senggeh,Selandar Malacca
- Last Seen : Bukit Mertajam IPK in 1983
- Marital Status : n/a
- Present Posting : n/a
- Current Location : n/a
- Award : Pingat Gagah Berani
Anyone know the where about of Sdr.Hamdan Hassan @ Mong pleased contact.
Thank You.
70s Icons for Hostel Dwellers
While we are on the subject of hostel life - notwithstanding that I stayed at a differest hostel altogether - I'd like to share a few memories with all of you.
Remember perennial Adidas Stan Smith? What about that pair of hardy Lee Chetopa Twill? And those wonderful Fruit of the Loom T-shirts that came in a few hundred colours? Remember these icons of the 70s? I suspect you do, even though we can't find these these in the local shopping mall anymore. Isn't this a shame?
OK, I'll admit that we will no longer look as good in Chetopa Twills and Fruit of the LoomT-shirt like we once did (frankly, they were never designed to fit anyone with a 42-inch waistline), I still miss them. I guess their nostalgic value far outweighs their aesthetic contribution to our present physique; for me, at least.
But looking back, these things weren't cheap, were they? I remember my first pair of Stan Smiths set me back a whopping RM60! And at RM80, my first Chetopa Twill broke my grandma's bank account. And these were 1976 prices! Unless I am badly mistaken, a clerk at Malaysian Airlines only earned RM175 a month back then. Do the maths, babe!
Now, some 30 years later, even with a reasonble job, all I can afford is the occasional RM10 shirt from the reject bin of FOS. And for the first time (this is maybe 30 years too late), it occurs to me, how did our parents afford to give us all those things?
Maybe they dealt drugs and did bank jobs when we weren't looking...
Remember perennial Adidas Stan Smith? What about that pair of hardy Lee Chetopa Twill? And those wonderful Fruit of the Loom T-shirts that came in a few hundred colours? Remember these icons of the 70s? I suspect you do, even though we can't find these these in the local shopping mall anymore. Isn't this a shame?
OK, I'll admit that we will no longer look as good in Chetopa Twills and Fruit of the LoomT-shirt like we once did (frankly, they were never designed to fit anyone with a 42-inch waistline), I still miss them. I guess their nostalgic value far outweighs their aesthetic contribution to our present physique; for me, at least.
But looking back, these things weren't cheap, were they? I remember my first pair of Stan Smiths set me back a whopping RM60! And at RM80, my first Chetopa Twill broke my grandma's bank account. And these were 1976 prices! Unless I am badly mistaken, a clerk at Malaysian Airlines only earned RM175 a month back then. Do the maths, babe!
Now, some 30 years later, even with a reasonble job, all I can afford is the occasional RM10 shirt from the reject bin of FOS. And for the first time (this is maybe 30 years too late), it occurs to me, how did our parents afford to give us all those things?
Maybe they dealt drugs and did bank jobs when we weren't looking...
On being patriotic
I am flattered that I have been invited to contribute to this blog. But don't know why I was invited in the first place: I have never been elected to the position of class monitor - ever! It's a personality thing - any position of responsibility just doesn't mesh well with my personality (or so they say). So, for better or for worse, here I am.
Since the last post was on the subject of patriotism, I guess that is where I'll pick up from.
I'm stumped (even before I've started). So what's new? Anyway, I guess most people will take patriotism to be loyalty one's country. But my question is, at what point in time does one become a patriot? Do you qualify as a patriot if you are someone who feels discomfort at the prospect of misplacing (and subsequently losing) your identity card? Or must you be willing to die a horrible death a the the end of an enemy soldiers' bayonet before you can call yourself one?
My point is, we may all think of ourselves as patriots. But does that qualify us one? I hardly think so. In the same breath, I am also of the opinion that we must not be automatically disqualified just because we don't sing patriotic songs in the shower every morning. Somewhere, there is a line that must be crossed before we can call ourselves a patriot. Just where that line is drawn, is beyond me.
But that raises another question: Does it matter whether or not we have the right to call ourselves patriots? After all, I am sure Hitler and Pol Pot (or T. Blair, or even G. Bush for that matter) saw themselves as patriots. Look at what happened in those cases.
So, where do I stand? As long as I don't feel a need to apologise to any non-Malaysian for my being partial to 'durian' and 'belacan', I guess I'll consider myself a patriot. Not that it matters...
Since the last post was on the subject of patriotism, I guess that is where I'll pick up from.
I'm stumped (even before I've started). So what's new? Anyway, I guess most people will take patriotism to be loyalty one's country. But my question is, at what point in time does one become a patriot? Do you qualify as a patriot if you are someone who feels discomfort at the prospect of misplacing (and subsequently losing) your identity card? Or must you be willing to die a horrible death a the the end of an enemy soldiers' bayonet before you can call yourself one?
My point is, we may all think of ourselves as patriots. But does that qualify us one? I hardly think so. In the same breath, I am also of the opinion that we must not be automatically disqualified just because we don't sing patriotic songs in the shower every morning. Somewhere, there is a line that must be crossed before we can call ourselves a patriot. Just where that line is drawn, is beyond me.
But that raises another question: Does it matter whether or not we have the right to call ourselves patriots? After all, I am sure Hitler and Pol Pot (or T. Blair, or even G. Bush for that matter) saw themselves as patriots. Look at what happened in those cases.
So, where do I stand? As long as I don't feel a need to apologise to any non-Malaysian for my being partial to 'durian' and 'belacan', I guess I'll consider myself a patriot. Not that it matters...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)