Monday, May 21, 2007

Haqqa Class of 2006: "Students get the feel of debating in public"

From The Star (Sdr. Farquar Haqqani is the Captain of MCKK English Debating Team 2005 - 2006 and one of the members of the Malaysian team):

KUALA LUMPUR: Shoppers at Berjaya Times Square learned something about free trade as they listened to students debate the topic.

The students, champions of the English-Speaking Union of Malaysia (ESUM) and The Star World Schools Debating Championships 2007 Malaysian leg, battled out on the motion “Free Trade Harms the Developing World”.

Team coach Jagjeet Singh said that having a debate in a public place served as preparation for their World Schools Debating Championships 2007 in Seoul from July 2 to 12.

“We expect to debate in public places in South Korea, so we need to gain some experience debating in public.

“Moreover, it can help bring out the courage and confidence in the debaters.

“The public can gain more understanding of world issues and what better than from the voices of the younger generation,” she said.

Ang Jian Wei, Lee Zhi Wei and Andrew Wong Yoon Loong, all 18, were on the “government” side that supported the motion while John Lee, Farquar Haqqani, both 18, and 17-year-old Shamala Rajalingam made up the opposition.

Jagjeet Singh, who is also an international adjudicator, was the chairman for the debate that drew in a small crowd at the lower ground concourse area and the upper floors.

At the end of the debate, the stage was offered to the members of the floor to come up and give their opinions for the team to respond.

“The audience's participation was fantastic. The ones that came up have very good responses and raised very interesting angles,” she said, adding that another debate would be held next month at another shopping complex.

Ang said debating in public was quite exciting adding that they usually debated in halls without any public participation.

“It was exhilarating, and the view of the public was of paramount importance to us. What they see can be different from what we see,” Ang added.

Original news

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Pak Sako and Malay College

I have been having a mental/writer's block for the last assignment that I have to write before I am due to move on. I have been sitting in front of this PC for weeks thinking where to start. I have all the frameworks, data etc. gathered - I just can't seem to start. I will not miss this part of my job when I move on soon.

Anyway, I came across this on Pak Sako:

Ishak the son of Haji Muhammad was born in Kampung Sagantung, Temerloh, in Pahang, the largest state in the West Malaysian peninsula, in 1910. After an initial education in Malay, he proceeded to an English medium school in Bentong and finally to the elitist Malay College in Kuala Kangsar where he passed the Senior Cambridge exam in 1929. His heroes at school included the Knights of the Round Table, Richard the Lion Heart, William the Conqueror, Lord Nelson, King Canute, the Vikings, the Trojan Horse, Theseus, Perseus, Julius Caeser and so on. Somewhere in the background were, however, the more obscure Mat Gajah, Bahaman, Mat Kilau, Tok Janggut and Tuan Haji Abdul Rahman Limbong, heroes of the resistance in Pahang in the early part of the century to the imposition of British rule on that state (Ishak Haji Muhammad 1976: 23).

Malay College prepared gentlemen for the Malayan Administrative Service. Ishak was soon appointed as a Malay cadet to the District Office in Temerloh, becoming Assistant District Officer in Bentong, Pahang, in 1931. Following service in the state of Negeri Sembilan, he was appointed a Third Class Magistrate in Kuala Lumpur in 1932. Finding civil service life artificial, discriminatory and not in the interest of the Malay community whom the British claimed to be "protecting," Ishak resigned his post in 1934. After a period spent wandering through the Peninsula, he then turned to journalism, nationalist politics (for which he was imprisoned from 1948 to 1953 and again from 1965 to 1966), and the writing of novels and short stories. His first novel, Putera Gunung Tahan (The Prince of Mount Tahan), was published in 1937; his second, Anak Mat Lela Gila (The Son of Mad Mat), in 1941. Others followed throughout the fifties and early sixties, without attaining either the success or prestige of these initial works. Affectionately known as Pak Sako (from the Japanese Isako-san), Ishak Haji Muhammad passed away in November 1991 (biographical details: Li Chuan Siu 1966: 229-239).

Shit! Pak Sako was alive when we were in koleq and nobody ever bothered to tell us? Why didn't we have a Pak Sako Day back then? With a benefit of hindsight, I would have loved to meet him in person!

Talk to any MCKK old boys and he most probably will blurt out a long list of alumni that he so adored, beginning with Tun Razak. Most of them will undoubtedly begin with Tun Razak - natural I guess because he was the only Prime Minister to have been produced by MCKK.

I have always admired the OTHER two great names coming out of MCKK - Allahyarham Dato' Onn and Pak Sako. Maybe their stories were more romantic (and tragic to a large extent that made me sympathise with them more).

But no it's not so much of the romantic element - it's the bit where they stood up for what they thought was right (whether or not the rest agreed with them). And paid the price. Both could have achieved the pinnacle of their career; both could have become Prime Ministers after all they were there before others - but they abandoned the lure of worldly positions and material gains for reasons (well at least that's what I want to believe).

And it's a pity that although we have these two giants in our midst all this while, we paid little attention to them. Ask any of the present boys I am sure they don't know who is Pak Sako. I am sure they've never heard of Putera Gunung Tahan or Anak Mat Lela Gila.

And what a pity.

Is it not that the values upheld by them are the very values we believed we learnt from Malay College? If so, both Dato' Onn and Pak Sako should be at the lips of every MCKK boy - not for setting up UMNO, not for being a leftist nationalist; but for living the values of MCKK; of standing for what is right; of the responsibility we owed to the nation and the people; of the sacrifice required of a leadership.

But Pak Sako and Dato' Onn are not just forgotten by Malay College, to a large extent by the nation as a whole. And we are celebrating 50th anniversary of the so-called independence.

Dengan semangat yang berkobar-kobar, I am going to get the boys we look after to know and read about Pak Sako! Hah! That's the least we could do for Pak Sako and Dato' Onn.

So boys, if you are reading this - better get acquainted to Pak Sako and Dato' Onn.

ps: My writer's block is still there
pps: Sessi Itik Pulang Petang minggu ini in 2 hours' time
ppps: Please don't start a bet that this "Pak Sako" thing is "hot hot chicken shit"

Monday, May 14, 2007

The Longest 9 Minutes

The Junior Duckies (our own lingo referring to the MCKK Hockey Team) was in the SBP North Zone U-16 tournament from last Thursday to Sunday in Sungai Petani. We made a promise in March (well me and my mulut capoi made that promise in TAR Hall actually, which made all the old boys’ head turned and I could see fire in their eyes waiting to devour me) that we will try our best to be with them for each of their game – so we had to honour it.

For the first day, Epit, Badut and I left early in the morning before Subuh and sped to Sungai Petani. As always, at 160 kmph we would be there before the boys. On top of that, the boys were delayed because they had to sort out their exam papers, which had to be brought to Sungai Petani for them to take at night after the games.

From the beginning, there were mixed feelings. I am so used to a team which knows exactly what I want, which is nearly perfect in ever sense that there’s very little I have to do to make things tick. So when I could not even break down the wall of communication with most of them, it was very frustrating – my very own confession that I, who is known to be able to start a conversation even with an Indonesian cleaner I meet at a public toilet; cannot break the wall with the kids. Of course there were two or three people who had already warmed up to us and it was natural with them; but with the rest – many times I felt like talking to a wall and I made a complete fool of myself trying to start a conversation; after all that department was my and Epit’s responsibility.

But we told ourselves to be patient, because it will take longer than 3 months and we (the kids and us) have to go through pain and joy together before we can feel we are a team.

So we brushed it off and concentrated for the first game in the evening, against STAR.

The Draw Champion

The game with STAR started off well. We controlled the game, it was rather well played (at least in the eyes of a spectator like me) and we kept on attacking. You could feel the opponent’s (which earlier boasted loudly that they would thrash us 3-0) fear and nervousness defending against attack after attack. But that was it – it was just a series of continuous attacks which were not converted into goals.

We had to drive back that night so we had to rely on the boys to “hold the fort” (so to speak) until we can return on Saturday morning.

The next game was against SBPI Gopeng; which having watched their first game on Thursday, we thought it should be an easy win. It could have been an easy play as related to Cikgu Badri to us – but it was another goalless draw.

I guess panic began to set in, especially when one of the key players could not stand the jeering (we’ll get into that later) he boxed the tiang gol and broke a few bones in the process. Worse, the next game was against SERATAS, the top seed for the tournament. We needed to win or draw to have a chance into the knock out round.

I was in a meeting at the highest office level in Malaysia (I think) discussing business turnaround plans; Badut and KNO were teaching and Epit (ntah dia buat apa) when the news broke out that they drew again 0-0; that drew a sigh of relief (and disappointment as we thought they could actually beat SERATAS). So 3 games; 3 goalless draws. Panic really began to set in.

We had to win both the next 2 matches to qualify for the knock out rounds. It should be OK as we were up against SBPI Kubang Pasu and Syed Putra; which in previous games did not fare as good as us. STAR (the closest to beat us into the knock out rounds) won 3-0 with SBPI Kubang Pasu, so if we were to have any chance we need to beat them by even a bigger margin than that.

I initially thought that I didn’t want to go as I have not been around for the weekends since early March and I needed a break before PPM in 2 weeks’ time – but seeing how things have turned from bad to worse, I thought the boys would need every single support they could count on, considering the amount of jeering they had to go through.

So at 2.30 am Saturday morning, we drove to Sungai Petani all over again.

We arrived early, the boys were quite upbeat and after a few words of advice from KNO and Canoe, it was Idzam’s and my turn for some “last boost” (to quote nomenclature from the monthly batch usrah). We told the boys that for each goal they scored, they earned RM10 – so go and score as many goals as possible.

Which worked, and they scored 5-0 against Kubang Pasu, the highest score in a single game for the tournament.

But we were not totally out of the deep end yet, as our path to the knock out rounds depends on the outcome of the game between STAR and SERATAS. If they drew, we needed to win the next game and it would come down to the number of goals. If SERATAS lost, well we are practically out – provided STAR won their next game.

So the old boys with their battered and seasoned hearts; were left to watch the game while the boys, in their jubilation – went back to rest. To cut the long story short, because there were a few games before the match between STAR and SERATAS started; we went for a drink.

By the time we came back, both teams were on the field doing the brotherhood shout and 9 minutes later, it was a goalless draw. Our battered hearts took another beating and my life was cut short by another one week – since now the boys had to win and win big to qualify (and we know our boys don’t operate well under pressure). Luckily there was an announcement after that – SERATAS won 1-0. Ghupa-ghupanya we missed the first half so the goalless draw was only for the second half.

We bluffed the kids a bit and they got worked up and tensed thinking they had to win big against Syed Putra, only to laugh when they found out that the path was cleared for them.

So off they went for the final group match against Syed Putra under the scorching sun (which my colleague just enquired whether I went for a sun-bathing just now!). I spare you the commentaries (and agony) but they drew again NIL-NIL. Throughout the game the whole STAR contingent was jeering (more on that later) that when the siren went on air, STAR was jumping up and down as if they had won.

What was our feeling then? Difficult to say; but the hearts were not in good conditions. That draw against Syed Putra, meant we had to wait for the game between STAR and SBPI Gopeng to conclude before we know whether we were through. And we would be leaving it too much to fate, because Gopeng was definitely out so they could just fix the game to allow STAR, not us to proceed.

The Longest 9 Minutes

So the game started. Our boys were still down and did not react much to what was happening on the field.

But not us.

We thought it was time to return the “favour” to STAR who were jeering against us at each of our game and had cost us one player (well, out of his own mistake though). The five of us – myself, KNO, Canoe, Idzam and Syed Asrul; the borois and pak ciks2 by standard at the grand stand – proved to be a much more formidable cheering squad than all others; for SBPI Gopeng!

For the first time in my life, I actually cheered for other schools! Not just cheered, but cheering so loud I lost half of my voice capacity at the end of it. Our voices drowned all other cheering squad and that game was the most heated game of the tournament. In fact, SBPI Gopeng boys were astonished to see complete strangers rooting out for them. They picked up the fighting spirit and actually attempted a few dangerous attacks.

But the last 9 minutes (it’s a 9 min-2 min-9 min game) were the longest 9 minutes I could recall. We were cheering “SIREN SIREN” but it did not come about.

The game went on and there were a few attacks by STAR which nearly became a goal (and cut our life by one week shorter!).

Suddenly out of nowhere, there was azzan for Asar and a rather low siren sound – which created a confusion. Was the siren meant for a break to respect azzan, or was the game over. To make things worse, there was no announcement at the end of the winner. So while we were smiling and cheering, we had to wait another 10 minutes to confirm with the organiser that the game was indeed over and we were through to the semi final.

I wish we did not go through that longest 9 minutes, but ironically it was the best part of the tournament (and it was not even our game!)

They Just Have To Do This To Our Hearts

So Saturday ended with joy and one of the best cheering I’ve ever had. Pak Tuan (Mighty Ducks Wilayah Utara) drove us all the way to Tanjung Dawai, for a sumptuous dinner of ikan bakar, sotong and really nice watermelon juice.

20 kg heavier, we went back and rested for the following day – the most important game at semi final to determine whether we are through for the national level in Kuantan in July.

We went against SEMESTI and the game was good, both sides putting up a good fight. Being the Raja Seri of the tournament, as expected they drew again (0-0) and all of us began clutching our hearts! It was another round of heart attacks; because it would then boil down to penalty flick.

We were laughing that they (the boys) just refused to have an easy and clean path to the final just for the sake of playing around with our hearts.

Canoe and Idzam were confident all along that Afiq (the keeper) would just do it, I was not that optimistic.

Afiq saved both attempts. The first one was not really challenging as SEMESTI hit directly to his chest. But the second save was the save of the tournament; the ball flew nicely to the right uppermost corner of the goal but with a touch of the stick, it was deflected.

So the boys went to the final and despite the constant beating, we survived the tournament without anyone being carted off to a hospital for cardiac arrest.

As for the final; well we lost to a better team. SERATAS had played well throughout the tournament and deserved to be the champion, we can only look at their players and aspire that our boys will be better than them in one or two years’ time. But both koleq and SERATAS played good game and good sportsmanship that it always felt OK to lose to the better team.


I discovered that STAR actually has a special jeering song for koleq! It was well practiced, well coordinated – it was as if they included this jeering song as one of the compulsory cheering songs to be practiced.

It was this song that they used over and over again to jeer koleq each time we played. It goes something like this … “MCKO MCKO Kopi O blab la bla” which escaped my already near deaf hearing. But I did capture it on tape and will pass to KNO to upload to YouTube ha ha.

On top of that, there’s the usual “MC Balik Kuale”, “MC Gay Gay” etc. coming from their camp.

On one hand we were smiling and felt honoured that a school had to come up with a special cheering song for us – yet on the other hand, I felt saddened as I thought STAR should know better what it felt being ostracised and always being boo-ed or jeered; them being a premier school themselves. I also thought that it was not so much the fault of the boys, but the adults among them (old boys, teachers) who encouraged the jeering and did not teach the boys that what goes around comes around.

And that’s exactly what happened when they were up against Gopeng – we told ourselves that we would cheer so hard for Gopeng to rouse their spirit; but made it clear to everyone on our bench never to jeer STAR. And it worked – without the intense cheering for Gopeng, the results could have been different.

But the whole episode also revealed how not mentally prepared our boys were. From day 1 on Thursday, we told them to expect nothing but jeering. We told them we should not get affected but to take it in our stride. We told them to act decently and never to jeer an opposite team.

While most of the orders were obeyed, one (not to be affected by the jeering) was not. And it nearly cost us the ticket to the national level.

Of Constant Struggle

We are quite used to be feared when we go to tournament. Whether we win or not is secondary, but other schools would prefer not to see us – on the field or in the debating room. That is what being Malay College is all about.

But the tournament was slightly different. It was a struggle all along to even qualify for the national level. Many times our hearts stopped beating altogether, because we were so close to being pushed out of the tournament.

The mental fear that our boys had to battle when facing SERATAS – “cuak” in the current teenagers’ lingo; explained the standard and level we are now.

It’s a long way to go. There’s so much work to do. There are so many obstacles to overcome – from the boys themselves, our own constraints, time, money, resources, administrative, conflicting academic and co curricular interest etc. You name it, it’s all there.

Sometimes I wonder whether we are going to be there to make a clean exit. The exit strategy gets blurry as the days pass by.

But we would want our boys to be admired and feared from afar once again. Now that the hockey tournament is an annual national tournament just life PHT for the Cagers, the chance to recreate that reputation should not be missed. Only time can tell.


- first and foremost to Cikgu Badri, who bonded with us the first instance we meet; who understands the boys the way a Malay College teacher should
- the wives, girl friends and children; for understanding that daddy has to leave at 2.30 am to be around for an MCKK team 400 km away
- Pak Tuan (Syed Asrul) who were there from day 1 for the boys and us; and for that treat at “Mai Singgah Oi” in Tanjung Dawai
- Sheppe who came and meminjamkan jeritan emasnya for koleq
- Epit’s family for the lunch on Thursday
- The boys for surviving another day to fight another battle; for teaching us the meaning of life and adulthood
- SBPI Gopeng and SERATAS, for the sheer sportsmanship despite the temptation

Let’s hope Kuantan in July will not be as breath-taking.

Photos here and videos will come later

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

“Orang Lain Dok Kira Anak”

“Orang lain dok kira anak, kita dok kira anak orang..”

was my answer to Abang Leman last weekend during the MC-VI match (Note 1) when he asked the million dollar question.

Our mailbox nowadays is being bombarded with announcements of new additions to the family. I actually have lost count because it seems this is really musim mengawan! Anyway the few that I can remember:

- Ikram
- Gadap
- Ezrin
- Radin
- Buncit
- Chibiok
- Ayien
- Khalid

dan berlambak-lambak lagi.

Buncit dah sempat book batch kat koleq lagi – “anak aku batch 2020-2024, masuk satu batch ngan anak Radin”!

A few years back, it was musim berkahwin – each month and holidays especially was full with weddings; habis uwang ku membayar petrol (not that I went to most of it!).

Somehow the bottleneck now is just the remaining dying species; mostly the UK guys ha ha. I don’t know what went wrong but yeap – most of us are still single (masuk lah meminang kalau berani, salah satu hantarannya adalah hair treatment at Yung Nam; you know the hair treatment centre…)

Ranking penternak batch (Nota 2) sekarang adalah seperti berikut walaupun ranking ini adalah tidak rasmi kerana bukanlah kerja aku bilang how frequent you have sex or berapa banyak diapers korang beli setiap bulan:

1) Lutfi – 3 orang
2) Pejal – 3 orang (tapi melihatkan ke-horny-an Pejal & Aini all the time, sekejap je lagi dia potong tu)
3) Mpro – 2 orang and expecting the 3rd one
4) Dan yang lain-lain

So much had happened between the last posting and this one, but it’s been so hectic aku tak de mood sebenornya nak mem-blog. Tapi kena lah kot sebab aku lagi tak de mood nak habiskan kerja. Tapi kalau tak habis kerja kena sunat sekali lagi!

Let me try to put together some coherence in whatever is left in my battered brain and recap:

- Inter-house bowling went well but did not change the ranking.
- The Guavas actually made it second (The Guavas tu aku, Allen & Jita laa… Fadli mula2 nak stay kat lane kitorang tapi dah kena halau) so each of us contributed 7 points to Leman, Md Shah and Ahmad respectively. Waaaaaa that’s more than the total points I ever contributed to Leman in koleq!
- I have abdicated my role as the standard bearer of Leman’s offensive in Carey Award Race to Radin – who managed to maintain a top spot for April collecting 10 points (unfortunately he was the only one in the top 8 so hampeh jugak Leman)
- The next games are Winning 11 (ye ke ni?), engineered by Ahmad Paku Pakis because semua playernya Ahmad, golf tournament and futsal in August
- Mental note: “He he bile kau nak kawtim ngan koleq, nanti ada orang kena buang batch and no dobi kau dilelong kat batch lain…. “

- Allen, Canoe (Class of 93), Izzat (Class of 04) and I went to Port Dickson and then Melaka for a short break.
- Spent a good time with Mpro and was actually trying to get Gedebe to join, tapi Gedebe tak angkat phone.
- According to Mpro, Gedebe la ni dah jadi timid, especially since his wife is a cousin to Mpro’s clerk, who has this habit of buli orang…. So Mpro pun ambik kesempatan laa

World School Debate Championship
- Both our boys, Haqqa and Bucks (Class of 2006) made it through to the last 12 short-listed to represent Malaysia to Seoul in July for a World School Debate Championship after a series of screen test and mock debates.
- Of importance here is the fact that they were the only remaining Malays selected; all the others did not pass the earlier rounds.
- By “the others” I meant the PPM Champions, the UIA Champions, the whatever competition champions – which speaks volume of the quality of adjudication and integrity at the school levels in debating competitions in this country.
- In fact last year’s PPM Champion boys from Sekolah Sains Seremban were allowed to skip the earlier rounds and went straight to the pen-ultimate stage but…..
- Likewise the boys from RMC which never fail to get recognition at the SBP level even if you could barely understand what they were saying much less comprehend their points….. oooo well….
- Do I feel vindicated? Hell yes.
- I pity the boys/girls because it’s not so much of their doing; it’s the adults who became judges. They created a superficial world for these Malay/SBP kids without ever giving a second thought of the detriment it brings to them – eventually we reward mediocrity and SBPs are not more than just a production line to produce bog standard mediocre people in the future.
- In the end Haqqa was selected a reserve for the Malaysian team (the All-Stars of Malaysian debaters) – would have been a lot more meaningful if he got to debate; but he did say the others were better so it was a fair and square selection process. It’s better to lose to a deserving team with pride and honour rather than to win undeservingly.
- Still, you guys proved that the champions of many debating tournaments in this country are not necessarily the best debaters; most of the time they happened to get the most sympathetic and biased adjudicators ha ha

Anak Itik in SBP Tournament
- Anak-anak Itik akan berlari bergedek-gedek atas turf di Sungai Petani beginning this Thursday, we have arranged for coaches to take turns to look after the team (except on Friday since nobody can make it)
- It’s not really the end of the world if we lose, but we really need to boost up their morale. They have lost most of the big games and all the tournaments they participated so far – understandably so since everything is in such a mess; yet if we were to lose it will compound the problem
- Sometimes I am quite half-hearted myself (ha ha ha habis la aku kena balun lepas ni) because it can be very tiring and frustrating navigating so many obstacles; but the bigger motivation (more than anything else) is seeing my batchmates really into this. The sparkle in their eyes when they talked about the boys (he he bukan yang jambu sahaja, semuanya ha ha ha) showed a different side of them which I have not seen before – especially with people whom I was not really close to in koleq (e.g. Joe, Badut, Chibiok etc.)
- Anyway occasionally I am also reminded of the ordeal we had to put up when we started out with the debaters in 2003/04. Somehow it’s human nature that we tend to make things difficult when things are already bad – so it’s a double jeopardy of overcoming those obstacles while getting the boys to deliver. Once the boys have delivered, all the labyrinth of red tapes yang macam sarang labah2 sebelum ni will just disappear.
- But anak2 itik sekalian – we have a long way to go before that so apa nak buat. Rest assured though, Insya Allah bapak2 itik, ibu2 itik dan abang itik (itu aku ye..) will stick through thick and thin as promised; even if it means we have to take bloody leave in the middle of the week to make a day trip to bloody Sg Petani… aku sunggggggguuuuuh malaaaaaaas to make that trip Badut woiiiii..

Chamat and The Boys
- Ha ha nothing dodgy, bukan ala2 Ella & The Boys yang mencuri lagu Loque (tapi Bobo lagi teruk, dia beli CD ciplak Butter…. patut buang batch tu!)
- Chamat came back to koleq last weekend to help the preparation for English, since Fazurin is not around anymore and Haqqa had to rush back for his WSDC training, leaving only Bucks (blushing all the time and mostly making lewd jokes and comments!)
- I have to salute these people, who came without knowing the kids, took them under their wings as if he had known them forever and continued as if he had been the main coach all along
- Worse still, it wouldn’t be long before they got along so well that Chamat and some of the kids ended up playing cards till 3 am in the morning! Chamat even taught the kids how to shuffle properly ha ha
- Left alone and trying to catch some sleep in the middle of the marathon of card games, I could only smile thinking that the transformation is almost complete; not unlike a devious Darth Sidius smiling quietly after hatching a devious plot (why is it that Emperor Palpatine/Darth Sidius is a better representation of wickedness and evil compared to Sauron or Morgoth?)
- When I first came back, one of my missions was to teach the kids to laugh and play, so that they are not so uptight and serious. I think they have outdone me now in both respects ha ha ha
- Chamat was also touched by the kids I guess, because when asked whether he can make it for SAKTI in 3 weeks’ time, his answer was “INSHA ALLAH”. Bergegar ‘arasy.

So what else is new?

Nota Kaki

1) Koleq kalahkan VI (Under 18) 3-1. It was quite good to catch up with many teachers I have not met in so many years – Cikgu Zarina, Cikgu Puteri, Abang Leman, Ustaz Latib, Mr Phoon etc. Nasib baik semua dah paham soalan cepumas itu bisa menukarku menjadi The Hulk (not difficult really, tambah 3 kg je lagi…)
2) The ranking is based on anak-anak sendiri. If we include anak2 orang yang pandai2 kita layan macam anak sendiri, sure aku, Allen and Bapak2 Itik yang menduduki senarai teratasnya

PS: Cikgu Malek ada tinggal komen kat bawah. Cikgu kita jumpa kat Sg Petani, nanti Epit belanja sebab tu kampung dia.