consumated ... maybe consummated
Maybe consummated, used or even secondhand. Its not nice to be called used, its worse still to be called second hand. But consummated, that is something else - there is romance attached to it. From the past, records, essays, writeups, by me, by others, already publically published. Maybe from past blogs. Maybe someone reading this may say, "I have read that before", so be it - Lias.
Retired. Lives in in the Far East, in Malaysia to be precise. Vision & Mission in life left too far behind; but who can crystallise the future?; now take the seconds, minutes, hours and days as they come by.
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Tonight, I lost a blog, not the whole blog but the template; this blog. I was trying to save some changes in the template and I got back a mad HTML scramble. Anyway, I managed to save some of my original items of my old template, and I have decided to put some of them up here, and I have added a few others just to keep up with the changes.
I must say, Howard of Motime had been very helpful. My queries, he answered almost immediately. He assured me that all my write-ups will be all right. Thanks Howard, you are a gem
http://e.sinchew-i.com/content.phtml?sec=26&artid=200412240002
From Editors' Desk
Era Of Skyrocketing Prices
Updated: 2004-12-24 14:29:20 MYT
What kind of era are we living in now?
We will bid 2004 adieu in another few more days. The past 300-odd days did
not bring us too many pleasant surprises. Instead, what we had were more
suspicions and confrontations, plus innumerable sorrows and dreadful
killings.
It remains a time of fallacies and frustrations.
Back on the home front: the disgusting snatch thefts, cold-blooded murders,
countless natural and man-induced disasters, disgraceful engineering flaws -
all these have become part and parcel of the miserable common experiences
that Malaysians have gone through this past year.
On the same day last year, we were filled with euphoria for the new year.
Nevertheless, the political reforms which we had been expecting did not
materialise; the worrisome inter-racial relationship did not offer much
solace or pleasant surprise; the Chinese language education which we have
been embracing continued to stay in the shadow. There remained a great
disparity between Malaysians' expectations and what have actually taken
place.
1953 - King's Pavilion.
back row L to R - Abu Samah Ahmad, Daud Amin, Nawi Harun, Wahab Alwi, Mohd Nor Kadir, Abdullah Omar, Mohd Che Man, Kadir Hussein, Mohd Zain Hj Idris , Yusof Ngah.
2nd row L to R - Mohd Nor Rashid, Kamarul Bahrin Othman, Yusof Bakar, Talib Ali, Imran Alias, Wan Mustapha Mohamad, Mohd Diah, Kadir Bakar, . ......., Wan Mohammad, Nordin Hassan, ............
3rd row L to R - Zulkernain Sidin, Raja Nazuddin, Zainol Abidin, Hamid Johari, Jimin Idris, Mohd Dom, Mohd Nawawi, Razak Hitam, Aziz Mohammad, Omar Hamzah, Ismail Hamzah, Hussein Shaari, Nazahar, Mohd Zain Idris.
4th row L to R - Syed Elias Al-Habshi, Shahid ?, Kamaruzaman, Dahalan Ismail, Zainal Abidin Nordin, Mazlan Ahmad, Abdullah Thani, Ismail Mohd Noor, Md Lias Yusof, Omar Hj Abu, Azmir Che Wan, Mohyee Wardi, Farid Abdullah, Dzulkifli Alias, Mohd Zain Ramli, Wan Mat.
front row L to R - Gourthorne, Hamidi Abdullah, Yusof, Mrs Luke, Davidson, Caroline, Mr Duke, ............., Mohd Nor, Patridge, Ustaz Ghazalli.
Absent: Yeop Adlan, Fuad Jaafar.
Majid Adam- where?
The Malay College Kuala Kangsar in Perak was "the Eaton of The East" then. This is a fully residential school for boys, a premier school at that time. I was one of the privileged few to go to the school then and the first from my kampong. Many went since then and including one of my nephews in 1986 and my son in 1993.
When I was successful at the entrance examination held in late 1952, I was sent a complete list what to buy and to bring to the school. I did not know who paid up to buy all the stuff, new white shirts, white shorts, underwear (I have never worn them before), leather shoes, rubber shoes, socks, tooth brush, tooth paste, blankets, bed sheets, pillow cases, mosquito nettings, sarong, songkok, comb, hair oil, blanco set, shoe polishing set, new luggage bags and a whole complete list of things I hardly knew existed or used before. Especially made leather shoes by a cobbler in town (2 pairs, one black and one brown were made for me, which I hardly wear in the school as they were so well made but quite tight that I did not really like to wear them) and my songkok ordered from a songkok maker in Temerloh. It must have cost somebody a fortune to equip me to go to that school. My grandmother was very reluctant to let me go as I was very small then, very small for a 12 year old lad. It took a lot of persuasions from my teacher and uncles and other relatives before she decided that I could go. And I was awarded the Pahang State Scholarship to go to the College. I found out later that there were 3 others who went with me to the College at the same who got the Scholarship.
On the appointed day of going I was made to dress in my new white shirts and shoes and socks and had my teeth brushed and hair oiled and combed properly, and tearful farewell with a lot of hugs and kisses from my grandmother, we boarded the boat early from my riverine kampong to go to Temerloh by the Pahang River. In all this situation my father took it very calmly, perhaps proud, perhaps perplexed, perhaps a sense of hopelessness, perhaps something else I could not understand. Anyway two of my uncles and a wife of one of them came along. In Temerloh my uncle hired a Morris Minor from an acquaintance complete with a driver to drive us all the way from Temerloh to Kuala Kangsar. It costed M$120.00 if I remember properly to hire the car and the driver, perhaps excluding the drivers meals and lodging. That was a lot of money in those days, January 1953.
I was excited and did not feel sad at leaving my grandmother and father behind. I was more looking forward to the journey, perhaps see Kuala Lumpur on the way. But we never went through Kuala Lumpur though I kept asking when would we be reaching Kuala Lumpur. We went straight, bypassing Kuala Lumpur, and only stopped once for meals. I could not remember where. We arrived in Kuala Kangsar at the King’s Pavilion quite late in the evening, must be after 6.00 pm as all the boys had already had their showers and about to go for their dinner. I was shown my dormitory by a Prefect, had all my luggage and mattress (we brought our own pillows and mattresses then), carried into the dormitory (Dormitory C I think) upstairs. I was handed over to the Matron, Mrs de Silva, by my uncles while they went into Kuala Kangsar town to look for lodgings and meals, with the promise that they would come to see me in the morning.
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