Thursday, August 27, 2009
Dr Norashikin Yusof now in UITM (congrats kerana skrg. Prof. Madya)
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Saturday, August 15, 2009
some old photos from alimorsipon blog
Rugby days in SMSJ 1974-1975

Saabana Smsj Rugby story.............
Salam everybody!
Hi Guys! Went through the emails and comments. Well, I am still the same old Saabana who is used to be referred as "bana" but now people call me "shah". I was one of the shortest guy in the class but now I have grown a bit taller and wider. Maybe a bit tamer than during those schooldays especially when harassing the wardens and the chief warden(Cik Gu Rahman).
A spy? Not really Joe. Just happened to be in the "inner circle" but I bolted out. Therefore, still carrying those scars from those deeds.
Joe, your reminiscence of your last day at SMSJ is similar to mine.
I was one of the few of us who attended form 6 at SMSJ before being pack to overseas. During the last few days at SMSJ I was still playing rugby for the school. The last rugby match for me was against our arch enemy Kluang English School at their ground. The game was played very ferociously . Every time the ball was in play we started punching and hacking each other. Those fellows broke my front tooth and blood was dripping from my mouth to my white jersey, The game was abandoned when we started fighting instead of playing the game and both supporters joining in the melee. Fortunately, their headmaster and our assistant principal (Cik Gu Ibrahim..I guess) were there to diffused the situation.
On the ride home, I was shaking not out of fear but wanted revenge. When we reached our school, Cik Gu Ibrahim was waiting for us. Oh God! Not another scolding....but surprise....he was praising us for fighting back the dirty tactics of our opponents. He shook my hand and patted my back. I feel so proud and feel like in the seven heaven that when two junior girls (forgot their name) volunteered to washed my bloodied jersey , I declined the offer.
The next day we have our practise for a rematch for the abandoned game and a revenged match for me. The rematch was to be held the following week and I was prepared for the “revenge” match. Unfortunately it does not happened to me because in a few days time I have to report to MARA for orientation at UM before flying to US. I pleaded to my captain..Bro Zamri and the couch Cik Gu Yunus to allow me to play my last game for SMSJ. They told me that the Headmaster forbid me to play because I might got injured seriously and I have to be in UM for the orientation.
I was sad and disheartened. I packed my belongings, said goodbye and walked with a heavy hearts and red eyes to Kluang Bas Station during the match day. About two weeks later I was in Reno, Nevada, USA and till today I don’t know the result of the game.
A bientot....
Rgds
Saabana
Assalamualaikum
it that day. My wife's cousin passed away that day and I have to
attend the funeral after zohor in Seremban. Hari tu kerja jugak... as
usual come rain or shine. Wah! Mustaza really change. I should say
prosper. Saabana masih macam tu. Tak banyak berubah. His eyes tells me
that he has a lot of secrets. Hmm... jadi spy ke?
Anyway, kita semuanya dah banyak berubah physically. Bila dah berjumpa
rasanya kita macam masih di SMSJ lagi. When I came to SMSJ in year
1976 for form 6, I was shocked to find out that there were only 11
students. I can remember Hamzah Harith was there but the rest of the
students I dah tak ingat. The first week kat SMSJ, takda buat apa2.
Kelas form 6 masa tu kat kelas 5M2. Bilik hostel kat top floor
opposite the surau. Most of the window panes were missing.
Everytime lalu kat kelas 5E1 I could almost see all of your faces
there. It really leaves a hole in my heart. After 3 weeks staying I
guess I cannot take it anymore so one fine morning I met the HM and
informed him that I wanted to leave school. HM tak boleh buat apa -
apa. I packed my things into my yellow bag and walked off to town. I
can remember the juniors and my form 6 classmates looking at me with
sad eyes as I ascended the hill.
Back home in Parit Sulong, my mother was shocked but she undestands. I
was lucky as later on an offer letter from ITM came. Since then, I
will always try to track you all. Kadang - kadang lalu depan rumah
atau kawasan kampung. In year 1988, I sampai kat Sg. Mati Muar. Dengar
khabarnya Lee Meow Chun kerja kat situ. I waited lama kat depan
sekolah tapi takda guts nak singgah.
Lalu Serom 5 (baru dapat tahu Mustaza stays at Serom 3) in case
terserempak dengan Mustaza. Terus ke kedai Hussien store di Muar
kalau - kalau terjumpa Iqbal. Passed Iqbal's house and then to Tahir
and lastly to Ahmad Redza's house in Parit Jawa. The thing that I want
to say is ' I really missed you all and words cannot describe the
feeling'. I GOT TO GO. LORRY HANTAR STOK ROKOK DAH SAMPAI. CHAO
Nahariyah latest picture
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Kopi Luwak - a tiny taste of heaven (the best coffee in the world !!)


The civets eat the best coffee berries but the beans inside pass through their system undigested.
The beans are then collected and cleaned. In Australia Kopi Lawak sells for A 50 dollars a cup, but in Kintamani Bali it about Rm10 a cup. The beans are sold for Rp 600,000 (Rm200) per 100 gram (make 10 cups) and cost Rp 450,000 (Rm 150) at the airport for a mere 20 grams (make 3 cups) !!
If Kopi Luwak is not your cup of tea (!) try Kopi Toraja, although the coffee plant is planted the traditional way in Toraja land, near the southern tip of Borneo.

You can argue it's permissibility until the cows come home, but meanwhile I'll be enjoying it to the last drop until a fatwa is issued against it.
kepada yang dah lupa rupa kawan lama
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Mini reunion with old buddies at Subang Parade 1 August 2009
Murtaza, his Mrs and Tahir Othman.
Saabana Sarijan was my Parit Jamil primary school, High School Muar and SMSJ mate (a span of 45 years!). He is a man of many talents and still as chatty as ever.
From left, Murtaza, his wife, A.Aziz Isa, HZHO, Dato' Ahmad Reza and Tahir. This was our first meeting with Murtaza after nearly 30 years. How time flies..........
Murtaza migrated to Phoenix USA in 1994 and is still working with Motorola. They had two kids and the eldest is now 26 years old. We exchanged old stories although our memory banks at times failed us! Not surprising, well, we are all now middle aged and nobody can blame us for our memory lapse.
Tahir is still as handsome as before and the years has been kind to him. He now produces TV dramas and advertisement in a local firm. Ahmad Reza look like a typical Dato' and is currently having a thriving ID business in Kajang. Saabana is as chatty since I knew him back in 1965. Murtaza is still his old self and still very cool. We were together in High School Muar (1971) up to SMSJ.
Although we look different now, with the extended waist line, receding hairlines, glistening white hair, salt n' pepper moustaches and wisdom lines, all does not matter when the warmness of friendship exude between us !!
During the short pioneering stint in SMSJ, we enjoyed our time there because we were like a big family. We were taught many life's precious lessons and it left us with wonderful memories and many ties.
Hopefully the next gathering, more friends can join in, probably after Raya. I am suggesting we meet at the club house restaurant beside Putra Jaya lake, as the place is very cozy.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Group photos of 5E2, 5M1 and 5M2 1975
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