Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Over the last 16 years, there was only a brief period of a few years that he wasn't around among our circles. I left early for UK in January 95, he then went on to Italy for his IB until 1996. He joined us again in the UK until his graduation in 2000 - a permanent feature in our mad annual routine of singing "Kolej Melayu", "Gemilang" or "Panggilan Haji" at Trafalgar Square celebrating New Year.
Fazurin is perhaps my best friend from the earliest koleq days that I can remember. He is not the nicest to me (ha ha) and there were many times we were at loggerheads in our opinions - but he had always been staunch in his support for whatever path I took since koleq days. We always happened to belong to the same thing since F2 - the common grounds between us include BRU (ha ha laugh as you want, but Fazurin and I WERE among the 5 budak BRU chosen from our batch in 91/92 before we found our calling in other fields), Warta KPKM, KPKM, debating teams, Editorial Board, the "One's Thoroughbred" (stayed in 1 PK 1 - 2 PK 1 - 3 PK 1 - 4 Sc 1 and 5 Sc 1) and many others.
At the moment when I was at a loss of whom should I ask to go to Prep School in January 1994 in my place, I turned to Fazurin - who gracefully fulfilled a friend's request (albeit a very selfish and self-serving request).
We shared similar passion and interest vis-a-vis our lamentation and cries of the deterioration in the society, especially among the Malays and the inter-racial relationship in this country. Though I am only an arm chair critic without any expertise in any field, Fazurin can easily qualify to give expert opinions on matters of Malay history, languages and cultures.
I personally feel he is the most intellectual person in our batch, and certainly one of the most intellectual of his generation. I rarely bow down to anyone in most things (ha ha I guess this doesn't surprise anyone), but I defer to Fazurin on many things.
We even end up living in the same area ha ha.
Perhaps our closeness can be explained by the fact that both of us come from working class families and are extremely proud of that origin. Of all people, I think Fazurin has conquered the most to come out as among the best in our batch - for someone who initially was quite timid from my recollection of his early days in Prep School, it is a tall order to be as knowledgable and confident (and I can add "hot-headed" to the list) as he is, on top of his ability to master seven foreign languages as if he is a native speaker.
His absence is a great loss and leaves a big vacuum. I lose the head coach for the English debating team and it's almost impossible to find his replacement. I lose a friend who would pester me every weekend for a healthy walk around our neighbourhood.
I lose an intellect to whom I can look up to and challenge my own intellect (or whatever little intellect I have) every now and then.
I fear he will not come back - but what is a small loss to me and my circles, is a big gain to this country and the nation. Go to the World Bank or UN and proves that being a Malay from Aloq Setaq who grew up in a small town called Kuala Kangsar does not make us any less than those who come from Manhattan or Kensington.
To Fazurin if you are reading this - Heaven smiles upon us for all the long years of friendship, Heaven smiles at you for how far you have come in life thus far. Good luck and come back sometimes.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Anyway this entry is not about Fly or me – as always, it’s about koleq.
While we were casually chatting about work, life etc. (Fly deep in thought as usual) I got a call. A familiar voice, someone I cherished from my younger days as a student. I then put the speaker phone on, so that Fly could listen as well – after all; the topic was close to both of us i.e. MCKK.
Let’s call this caller Deepthroat (for lack of a better name).
We chatted about how things were going on, about the “divide and rule”, about the mounting damage inflicted on MCKK, about the morale, about the diminishing values from an institution synonymous with values (rather than paper achievement), about “sectarian” and “partisan” camps, about the erosion of culture of independence (through the weakening of KPKM), about unethical politicking – basically about the rot that’s taking place.
Deepthroat then dropped the bombshell – DT (don’t want to indicate the gender here ha ha) is going to leave koleq as soon as DT could secure DT’s transfer, because DT cannot take it anymore. DT was pushed to the wall and dedicated as DT was, the love for a school is just not worth the hassle.
I was supposed to be surprised. I wanted to be surprised – but it was not surprising that I was not surprised.
I have had conversation with one or two before and some did lament on the physical and emotional toll they had to endure – and the possibility of leaving. If I make the call, I wouldn’t want anyone of them to leave. I had grown up with them, my life was touched by their kindness and sincerity. They provided so much colour to my life and I go back to Kuala once in a while to have coffee with them – not really because of the school. They have become family.
And slowly – these people who are highly dedicated to the values of MCKK, are leaving. One must wonder what on Middle-Earth is going on that this is happening.
The Elves are leaving the shores; Middle-Earth is no longer what it was. The magic is dying. All that remains are mediocre Men with their greed and contempt for the ways of the old. They have forgotten what makes Middle-Earth magical in the first place.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Sulaiman House, the House known for transforming sportsmen into fat boys by the time they reach Form 5 [Note 1] finally made it to the top after almost 3 decades I guess (OK I exaggerate, I think the last time Leman won was early or mid-80s?).
Yeap my fellow useless Leman skivers of the 90s generation - Leman House won Sports Day this year! Who came next is immaterial and eclipsed by this one big achievement.
Towards Greater Achievement! [Note 2]
A living embodiment of this special "talent" that only Leman House possess is Che Tam. Che Tam was a lanky and slim boy in F1 who actually made it to the 8 x 100 F1 team. He literally flew away to the finishing line ("flew" referring to his style of sprinting; his arms were like bird wings ha ha - not a connotation to describe the speed).
By the time Che Tam was in Form 5, I doubt he collected 3 points for the house. He kept a running tab at Kapet and known to have the highest balance on Mak Cik Kapet's Sales Ledger! If there was an award for top weight gainer for the period of 1990 to 1994, Che Tam would have been a serious contender (amboi sedapnya aku kutuk Che Tam).
Early in the year in 1994, the Captain-elect (Mejar Capoe) announced that those who failed to contribute 5 points to the House would have to pay RM5. Big mistake it was, many of us in Form 5 paid the penalty there and then. I did not have a shred of guilt when I skived throughout Sukantara/Heat Games in 1994 as I had done my due as a responsible house member. I had sacrificed my RM5 in exchange for the 5 points.
Unsurprisingly, Che Tam would have paid even if the penalty was RM50!
The problem with Leman begins with the motto. "Towards Greater Achievement" we were urged, but the specific details of that "greater achievement" was never defined. Remaining at the bottom year in year out, with incremental improvement in the total points collected, would have met the criteria of "towards greater achievement".
Worse still, even the intention of improving our standing, without ever putting in the efforts - would also have met the criteria; as from my interpretation by "towards" the motto implies even "niat" to move towards greater achievement would have been sufficient.
ps: Dooohhh! The writer's block effect is really bad.
But now I am in the same shoes and I have a writer’s block; hence this entry.
I came across 2 articles on MCKK – quite different from each other in the manner, content and context; but did the same to remind me why koleq was special. The first one appeared in The Star and the other in Harakah (ha ha no wonder the manner, content and context was different).
Datuk Abdullah Wahab, the Secretary of Parliament, is about to retire happy in the knowledge that he has turned the sacrosanct institution into a place where people want to work.
In his personal habits, he is an unassuming man, as comfortable dining with prime ministers as sharing a banana leaf lunch under the trees with his favourite journalists, sleeves rolled up.
He drives a second-hand 1982 model BMW 3 series, which has cost him more to maintain than it did to buy. He lives in Kota Damansara, not Damansara Heights. He works with his door open.
The only time the door is closed is when Abdullah, the “servant of God”, is praying.
It was not Wednesday, the traditional tie day for Malay College alumni, so Abdullah was not wearing his Old Boys' tie. Instead he sported the purple and gold tie of Universiti Sains Malaysia, where he had earned his Bachelors in Urban Studies.
But growing up without a father during his adolescent years, it was his alma mater, the Malay College, which moulded him into the man he has become today.
The Malay College “taught me to keep my word, about friendship, trust and honour.”
These friendships remain till today.
A group of seven contemporaries get together so often that a week seems too long not to have seen one another.
“Rindu (We miss each other so much),” said Abdullah simply.
“Our wives and children have become family, more than our own blood.”
This works out fine for Datin Rafidah Abdul Jalil, Abdullah's wife of 27 years, who is totally at home with the alumni wives, and their two sons Ariff Riza, 25, and Ariff Faisal, 22, who have “grown up” with the children of their father’s Malay College buddies.
The most unforgettable incident that touched my heart about my father happened some 30 years ago when I enrolled as a Form One student for the Prep School, Malay College Kuala Kangsar. To go to Kuala Kangsar, my father and I took the bus from Malacca to Tampin and from there took the express train.
Since that journey was the very first time I left to some faraway places, I just couldn't sleep all night long so I just stared at the darkness of night from my seat. All I could see was distant lights and when the rain roared in the jungles and estates, fire flies in the dark night kept me busy and excited.
We reached the Kuala Kangsar station at 3.00 a.m. There, we waited for the early signs of the day and then marched to the grounds of the college. It was more than a kilometer away. It was a sight when I saw my father carrying a flour sack stacked with my two small pillows on his head and a big bag in his hand.
When we reached the living room cum registration office at the Prep School, my father and I sat on the hard long bench instead of the cozy cushions with our luggage (the flour sack) in front. Looking around I saw the other boys' fashionable bags. Nowadays when I think about it, I can feel how humble or down to earth my father was on that big day when he chose not to use the comfortable seat.
It seemed that only my father and I arrived at the prestigious college by train and then continued on foot while my friends and form mates came in cars, some in flashy ones. I felt very small in the new world and I didn't know what was inside my father's heart.
But I sensed he must have been very proud to have a son at the college. It was because before we departed from our kampung, I heard some family members say: "Congratulations to have a doctor, perhaps an engineer or may be a prime minister in the making!" (They were referring to Tun Abdul Razak, the then Prime Minister who was an old boy of the school).
Remembering that memorable event in 1975 brought me close to tears but I don’t shy away to declare that my father is my hero!
I smiled reading the articles (and although they don’t solve my writer’s block problem, at least I get some modal to update the blog). In the future, once in a while if I ever wonder why Malay College is special to me (or why we try our best to contribute back to the school), I would come back to these articles to remind myself what purpose did Malay College serve for some of us.
In a country where the chasm is big between the upper and working class, between the aristocrats and the commoners, between the blue blood and darah kebanyakan – ironically Malay College is one of the few institutions where dreams (not unlike the American Dream) can come through.
Back then, each year many children from the working class families traveled from the four corners of Malaysia to register – a new kind of life begins at that small Prep School’s Common Room. I bet most if not all of these children had to grapple with the fear of the unknowns and inferiority complex (of coming from working class families).
The 2nd article illustrated what could have gone through a child and his parents’ mind on the first day of registration at the Malay College. Many boys cried during the first few weeks because they missed their parents who suddenly disappeared from their lives, but I bet many more cried because they were just afraid of how it would all turn out.
But as if these stories were fairy tales, they always ended up (most of the time) with happy ending. These kampong boys grew up to become perfect gentlemen, went on to do great things and never looked back. They were more resilient and a lot more confident of their talents and abilities, sometimes compared to those who originally came from more privileged background.
These people grew up to be like Datuk Abdullah Wahab, the gentleman who became the subject in the first article.
Because no matter where you came from, what your parents did for a living – MCKK values transcended social class and all – not even one exception – who went through its gates would have been subjected to these values.
In Prep School, a small sign of crease on your bed sheet and you would be sent for confinement. You must polish your shoes or clean your cutlery so that you could see your smiling face; anything short of that then another double confinement. No wonder anyone who managed to pass through the weekend with only one confinement would be considered a role model (the record in my batch was six confinements in a week ha ha).
We didn’t understand, as kids, why we had to go through all these. Why a small noise during dinner because your fork unintentionally hit the metal tray warranted disproportionate punishment. Why you had to do “duck walk” from your class to Prep School because your 3-by-3 was not a perfect straight line.
We didn’t understand it back then, but sometimes we could feel the effects it had on our lives now.
MCKK taught us to be perfectionists and perfect gentlemen, whenever or wherever we can. You may choose your own path, but make sure whatever you choose to do with your life, you do it to your utmost ability and out-class anyone else in the arena.
Most importantly, those values that MCKK indirectly inculcated through sleepless nights and silly punishments put me at par with the next anak raja; if they were any in my batch. They were some politicians’ sons or aristocrats in our batch too – but after a few months in MCKK slowly our class differences were removed. By the time we were in F2, each and everyone was recognized for our talents and ability – no longer where we came from or our background.
And that’s the kind of stuff fairy tales were made up of. In MCKK, some of these “fairy tales” do come true – kampong boy who fly away and never look back.
That’s why MCKK is so special to me and why I get pretty vocal at any talk about privatizing or limiting the access to MCKK for the lower income group. It’s one of the few institutions in Malaysia where social engineering experiment does work – do not take that away from MCKK, do not deny us of our own success albeit at a micro level.
Going back to Kuala nowadays, seeing how the F1s no longer que 3-by-3 when they go anywhere saddens me. Some people argue that those practices are a waste of time and archaic – yet they do not understand that the real values of MCKK experience are not in the classroom or scoring in examinations, but those “silly practices” that indirectly inculcate values that made Datuk Abdullah Wahab who he is today – a perfect gentleman with abundance of humility.
It’s easy to produce top scorers but not easy to make a humble and perfect gentleman out of a kampong boy!
ps: My writer’s block is still there. Damn!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Our prayers and thoughts for Sdr Izzat during his moments of bereavement. May Allahyarham's soul rests with the chosen ones in heaven.
From He we come, to Him we shall return.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
The blog has not been updated for a while, mostly because of occupation with other things more important in life.
The amount of e-mails coming to the mailbox from the Batch Male-ing list is still reaching hundreds each day. Better still, a lot of people who have not sent a single e-mail in years finally did reply after much provocation.
Discussion today revolves around the origins of nicknames in the batch – started by Fadli who was so bewildered and frustrated that he did not have one. There were a lot of flashbacks of how this chap got his name, or urban legend of this and that event that led to a name.
Sometimes I wonder how long this magic “potion” will work – how long we can go on and on reminiscing the same thing before we get tired of it all. I wish it could be like this forever, but I am not surprised if at one point the jokes just got lost on us.
There was also a heated discussion on the future of MCKK in the MCOBA net. A lot of frustration, a lot of suggestions and a lot of hopes – it’s refreshing to know that even when you have grandchildren older than the college boys, your passion for MCKK is still unmatched.
Yet I also wonder that if only a lot more of us choose to do the little things that matter, no matter how unglamorous it is – things could have been a lot more different.
Looking back, growing up in an MCKK which was in decay and nowhere near the glorious years of 50s and 60s, I have some wish list of what old boys could have done (and obviously were not done ha ha, hence why it remained a wish list!):
1) I wish old boys had not been too simplistic in their analysis of why koleq was no longer on top. I wish they would not come back once in a while and brag about how they did not have to study and how wearing the tie opened doors, because if I had followed that simplistic argument, I wouldn’t have been where I am today.
I would have got a lousier (emphasis on “-er” since the result was already lousy as it was) SPM result, which would have denied me my scholarship abroad; without which I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see my ex-Housemaster doing Scottish traditional dance wearing his kilt without anything underneath. I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to work abroad and conquered my inferiority and to discover that as a Malay kampung boy, I am as good as the next Mat Salleh in the world. Luckily I didn’t take heed of the bragging by some of the old boys back then.
2) I wish a small minority of the old boys, when they went back to MCKK, did not give the impression as if they were interested in only a small select group of koleq boys. It’s disgusting and it’s pure manipulation and it made us wonder what on Earth was happening (I will not elaborate further).
3) I wish some of the old boys did not look down on the teachers and made it bluntly obvious of their disdain for the teachers. Some of the teachers could have been a lot better, but in the final analysis they were the ones who laughed and cried with us, not the old boys. When I fell sick it was my teacher who worried about me, not some old boys who came back once in 2 months. It was my Chemistry teacher who understood that odd as it sounded, the little juniors living with you did have some impacts on you emotionally (and by extension on your study). They lacked resources and perhaps had not seen the world like the old boys had – if only old boys took their hands and guided them; shared with them all the things they (the old boys) knew that the teachers didn’t. After all everything that was done in the name of MCKK should be about bringing the best out of the kids – out of us back then – not about teachers’ or old boys’ ego. Instead a small minority of old boys (and teachers) preferred to antagonize each other (and the kids dragged and trapped in between them).
4) I wish the relationship between old boys and teachers had been that of mutual respect and complimentary – knowing that there were certain things that could be done better if only they complimented each other. For example, I wish old boys could have helped more in activities organized by our societies because they had the expertise and they were professionals. When we were doing our Rekacipta project, I wish we could have had some help from an electronics engineer – there must be thousands of them among the old boys. I wish we could have had engagements to find out what accountants did at work. Or an historian could have become advisor to one of our societies. I wish that whilst the teachers guided us on a day-to-day basis, the old boys could have inspired us once in a while.
5) I wish old boys were more proactive and sympathetic when dealing with koleq. I wish they would not spend most of their efforts pointing what went wrong; or how “tradition” had been abandoned; or why present boys were not up to the mark – if only they put the same amount of passion in making contributions, in their own ways, to make things better.
I had many other wishes but they are too private in nature ha ha, so would not share it here.
Lately, I began to realize that many people prefer to do the big thing – if you want to change the country, you have to be a minister, or in politics, before you earn the right to speak up. So most people, from as young as 13 years old, adore the likes of Khairy Jamaluddin for his quick ascent to power – and consequently most people would want to throw in the gauntlet so to speak and try to be politicians at the young age as well. In the process, the brave souls like Dr Jemilah, or that guy who devoted his life for the rehabilitation of drug addicts, or the likes of Prof. Khoo Kay Kim whose passion for history in this country did more to document our heritage than many Malays – are relegated to the second division and no longer inspire our young minds the way it should.
Likewise, when it comes to MCKK – too much is being spent on the “big thing”; not enough on the small efforts that could bring about the change quicker if done collectively (I will leave this to readers to interpret).
I said this once: “Many people do not want to do small things – not realizing that the so-called glorious years of MCKK were built on many small things that many small people did over the years”.
I believe the same mentality still plague us.
As to what really happens at MCKK, I thought our boys were not as bad. They deserve more credits than they are given now.
At least they are still as vocal as we were – perhaps only the medium is different now. We smuggled our underground Warta KPKM when it was critical of the establishment; the boys now blog to the world.
I lifted the following from some of the present boys’ blogs – very interesting indeed!
“life goes on...
arghhh!!!! once again it's already the last quarter of july and it looks like this past month since my return from home has been hell and terror. wuts more, the school's getting a revamp(or iz dat d right word 4 it?) on its policies and hey! life is as oppresive as ever! now, i quote from http://offside.mcoba.org/:-
We only need to do 2 major things to make MCKK thrives again:
1. Empower the Board of Governors--the Minister of Education can invoke an "Instrument of Government" under sections 53-55, Education Act to give powers to the BOG to chart administration, development, curriculum and so forth for MCKK. The BOG will report to the Minister, not any Department/Division/Section/Unit.
2. Select a good team of HM, Senior Assistants and experienced teachers. Majority of this group, particularly the HM, should have a prominent public school background or at least should have experienced teenage life in a primier residential school in this country. They should be briefed on the expectations on and for the students, and not imposing rigid rules and regulations.
well, hey, dats exactly d solution plus sum more if i may add, but u get d idea? rigid rules suck!!!! now, i'm sorry 4 d bani folks out there but i must say the new immigration system during subuh is what's making koleq boys wake up in the morning nowadays. not to say it's wrong, but imagine this, it's 6.10 a.m., a spine-tingling wind is breezing through softly as you leave your dorm and the next moment, u see ppl scurrying without their much needed shower, like lebanese people fleeing from israeli bombs, towards where else, but the surau! and it's not because of the sudden repentance of budak koleq to pray in the surau and seek shelter from satans, but the fact is that there is a line of ppl in the front saf (row) with the familiar piece of paper spread out in front of them, with big indicators of the respective classes, and ticking out names for ppl who appear in the surau. ok ok, this might seem like a good idea at first sight, i might even be labelled 'abu jahal' or wuteva by the principal but u see, this is actually not as good as it seems. "Let there be no compulsion in religion...." as quoted from Al-Baqarah:257 which we read just two days ago. Relax, those of u who r offended, but there is a better method of doing this, that shud accompany this thing. imagine, everyone wakes up by their own will or either by the rough beatings of the cane by the wardens, and hurriedly go the toilet for a shower, still not recovering from the morning 'stiffy' (it's australian) and yet the ppl who man the front saf(i'm afraid, the bani ppl) are not even waking these kids up from their slumber! and they are leaving everything to the wardens! how irresponsible! and i don't u/stand their policy either. it looks like the preferred method of 'dakwah' is through sarcastic mockings or even silence. i mean, it really helps to actually go to that guy who they've got a problem, and aid them in their mission to turn over a new leaf. patient advice exceeds mockery which will only lead to more resentment and anger. and the outcome! ppl will not change! i believe even the Prophet (p.b.u.h.) do not mock while preaching and that makes Islam seem beautiful and unique in its own way. any bani ppl reading this, if u r angered, think out of the box, islam was never spread by compulsion of force for that matter. and i do not see the true beauty of islam through your policies. Do not make it mandatory (wajib) what is optional(sunat). hey, this is not a threat, mind you! and pls, always look at the bigger picture. i'm not complaining of going to subuh, its just that, some things need to be improvised to ensure efficiency and success.
oh man, that was just about one thing bothering me! there's still more but i'll find another time 4 dat. with me being so immersed with edit board and the mclf, it's a major relief to finally let sumthin out. well i guess dats it. happy subuh praying. fiat sapientia virtus.”
Commit and Submit Yourselves!
hmm.maybe i cud get used 2 critisising koleq's admin in my blogs...
i take back all my remarks about koleq being useless in d dobi aspect.it seems dat d admin has been trying 2 get a new tender(finally) but failed which is why we're stuck wif dis lousy dobi.so,kudos 2 admin 4 finally doing sumthing right.altho dats probably d only right thing they've done so far.tp xper lar.its a start.
nevertheless,i hav more ctiticisms for dis edition(haha,mcm some tabloid pulak:P).sometime last week(or was it 2 weeks ago?).i was told 2 go on stage along withs otord(head fect) n osem(pres bani) as wakil kpkm since meghi n faruq xde(i'm timb pres II).why?for d most incredible n unexpected gimmick ever.all of us were 2 hold dis huge banner dat sayz,"kami warga the malay college kuala kangsar komited untuk menjadi johan anugerah kualiti menteri pelajaran(AKMP)".suppose 2 b sum kind of symbolic thingy.u can c d banner when u pass thru d gates of d admin block btw.anyway,dis is d second time we entered 4 dis award.1st time was in 2004 where we got 2nd if i'm not mistaken.dat was a cheap publicity stunt if i ever saw 1.why d bloody hell do we hav 2 show off dat banner,i cannot understand.d cheap publicity stunt doesnt end there.d following tuesday,sumer budak koleq was told 2 gather at d quad rangle(square-shaped field in front of d hargreaves hall).reason?ahh.all of us had 2 yell out at d top of our lungs,"kami warga mckk...".refer 2 what was written on d banner.all of this was recorded so dat we cud show off 2 d jemaah nazir wen d come 2 evaluate d skool 4 d AKMP.haha.how low can u get?SMK King George V didnt hav 2 go thru all these crap when dey were bidding 4 d AKMP(information courtesy of Yonne,Class of 2006).so why do we hav 2 b overly eager?
i hav only 1 deduction.its 4 d headmaster's sake.i mean just think about it.is there a dire need 4 koleq 2 b awarded d award?we've had 101 years of pride,passion and tradition without having 2 rely on sum stupid award.will winning make us any cleverer?will it make d f5s get d targetted 75% straight As in SPM n 100% As for PMR?will it make d skool even more famous den it is hence making ppl look up 2 koleq even more? will it make d skool 'naik saham' sky high till we can get any budget we ask for?d answer is a definite NO.winning d AKMP is nothing more den mere show.nothing great comes of it except 1 shortly lived moment of glory.honestly,whu remembers dat sdar won d AKMP wen rauhi was around dere exept bdk sdar themselves.n whu even noes dat KGV pernah menang d award b4?its such a waste of time,money n effort 2 put into"menjadi johan AKMP".bcoz at d end of d day,its not so much dat d skool benefits,no matter wat rauhi sayz.its him whu benefits.its gonna look good on his credentials n resume.n its gonna b easier 4 him 2 naik pangkat n work as sum high ministry official,like most if not all previous HMs.
dis gets me thinking,"what kind of a teacher is dis???".i always thot of teachers as such noble n selfless ppl,individuals who r willing 2 giv their all for d sake of d children,moulding them into d leaders of 2moro.but dis guy is unworthy of d gelaran "cikgu".i hav never seen such a selfish person(besides some big names in d world 2day i.e bush n co)in my entire life.a teacher is suppose 2 dedicate his/her life 4 d students.what dis guy is doing is manipulating d boys n teachers at his disposal.doing all these pointless events(pesta durian,open day etc)so dat he looks like a HM dat brings about change.den he competes for d AKMP so dat he's gonna look like a really credible HM ,winning d award twice in his career.but what's in it 4 d boys?absolutely NOTHING.he's turned koleq into sumthing similar 2 dat of a day skool.i'll refer 2 d neighbouring SMK Clifford.essentially,koleq is a skool 2 develop malays into d leaders of d country.koleq is dedicated 2wards moulding n shaping its boys.n d boys love koleq for d attention n commitment it gives 2 d boys.but now,koleq is no longer about d boys.d tables hav changed.now its d boys who are about koleq.koleq,under rauhi's rule,no longer has dat atmosphere of responsibility 2wards d boys.instead,bdk2 klq hav 2 pamper n do stuff so dat koleq dpt nama.or in other words,rauhi dpt nama.2 quote him maser assembly,"saya cuma menumpang kehebatan MCKK."Translate dat n u will compute dat he's actually saying,"buat benda elok2 supaya MCKK dapat nama.biler awk semua hebat dan MCKK dapat nama,saya dapat menangguk nama dan mengaku hebat sekali."read d caption outside clifford dat sayz,"The ship is more than the crew".That is how koleq is now.Koleq is more than the boys.To hell wif d boys dat are suppose 2 b d future generation of leaders.What matters is d present n at present, nama rauhi is d number 1 agenda.
well,God bless koleq until d next HM comes n saves koleq.or perhaps lead koleq 2 further damnation?Until dat time comes,we shall commit and submit ourselves.
KUALA KANGSAR,13Julai 2006-Setelah 100 tahun berlalu, pada hari ini tercipta sejarah apabila stor di New Hostel terbakar sambil disaksikan oleh orang ramai sama ada dari padang hoki ataupun dari luar kawasan asrama.Kejadian yang berlaku kira-kira jam 5.00 petang itu dikatakan berada dalam keadaan terkawal apabila pihak bomba berjaya memadamkan api tersebut walaupun dengan dua kali cubaan disebabkan tekanan air yang rendah.
Menurut saksi,seorang pelajar Tingkatan 5,Mohd Sohaidi b. Kasim bertindak cepat dengan menelefon pihak bomba dengan segera dan mengarahkan pelajar blok tersebut ke tempat yang selamat sebelum api itu sempat menyambar bahagian-bahagian lain bangunan itu.Menurut seorang saksi lain pula, kejadian itu juga mungkin dapat dihindarkan jikalau alat pemadam api di blok tersebut tidak dirosakkan oleh penghuni asrama itu.Pihak bomba turut menyatakan yang kebakaran itu berpunca daripada perbuatan pelajar sendiri.
Pengetua Malay College Kuala Kangsar (Dato')Mohd Rauhi bin Mohd Isa AMP,PPT, enggan mengulas dengan lanjut kejadian tersebut.
"Saya tidak ada komen.Kalau ada apa-apa pertanyaan boleh berjumpa dengan Penolong Kanan Hal Ehwal Murid" katanya di sini hari ini.
Apabila ditemuramah, Penolong Kanan Hal Ehwal Murid , En Fairuz b. Leman menyatakan yang kejadian ini berpunca daripada sikap manja pelajar Tingkatan 2 itu sendiri.
"Kita dapat lihat daripada kejadian ini yang mereka ini(pelajar tingkatan 2) memang memerlukan pemulihan dari semua segi.Saya akan pastikan yang para pengawas akan menjalankan program tersebut secepat mungkin."
Disebabkan kejadian tersebut, Menteri Pelajaran Dato' Seri Hishamuddin Tun Hussein telah terpanggil untuk membuat ulasan.
"Perkara ini membuktikan kelemahan sistem pendidikan yang sedia ada.Kita perlu kaji semula di mana salah dan silap kita dalam hal ini.Pelajar tidak patut dimanjakan.Apa gunanya mereka belajar di sekolah asrama jika keadaannya sama seperti belajar di sekolah harian.Mereka mesti belajar untuk menyelesaikan masalah sendiri.Sistem beginilah yang kita hendak.Biarlah kita bentuk mereka dari kecil lagi bak kata pepatah melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya."
Pihak bomba juga ada menyatakan beberapa langkah pencegahan yang perlu diambil pada masa hadapan.Antaranya ialah pelajar-pelajar ini tidak seharusnya dimanjakan sehingga berani membuat sesuatu yang agak memalukan dan mereka haruslah berubah perangainya dari sekarang supaya tidak timbul lagi masalah-masalah pada masa hadapan.
Ketika ini juga MCKK turut terlibat dengan perlawanan persahabatan dengan Vajiravudh College. Pengetua MCKK telah diminta memberi ulasan lanjut.
"Kita akan masuk setiap pertandingan untuk membuktikan kehebatan kita.Setiap acara yang kita sertai kita mesti menang.Bila kami menang perlawanan itu nanti, bolehlah datang kepada saya untuk penerangan lanjut tapi kalau kami kalah tuan-tuan boleh minta ulasan daripad Penolong Kanan Kokurikulum."-BENAMA
(Berita di atas adalah rekaan semata-mata)
"Kami Komited Untuk Menjadikan MCKK Gemilang seperti Dulu."
Anugerah Kualiti Menteri Pelajaran(AKMP).This shows that -You have to judge a book by its cover.It reveals who we(the ones who follows what he says;anak2 dia dll) truly are,a self-centred,pampered and hypocrite individuals who just wants fame for every action.Perhaps we should invite the media to our grounds and make a documentary about the present koleq just for the sake of the AKMP. For me, we are just waisting our time and effort in this so called 'anugerah tertinggi' Kementerian Pelajaran.All of us are working half to death just to fulfill his dying wish of becoming the greatest principal of MCKK or maybe among the schools af Malaysia.To be frank, I have never heard of this AKMP, that supposed to be the highest recognition in the education system.What could be so grand about this award anyway.Is it the datukship that comes with it.Even if the newspapers dont give a damn on who won the AKMP, why should the whole world.What is great about a leader who just aims for recognition." Buatlah apa2 asalkan saya dapat nama?".Is this what we expect from 'org yg hebat'.Blowing his own trumpet for other people's effort.If you think that was pathetic, you are yet to know more about the real situation.All that I can say for now is that we are going to exploit all of the controvercies that had happened in MCKK in our effort to change and propel 'koleq' back to its former glory days."Kami Komited Untuk Menjadikan MCKK Gemilang seperti Dulu."