Saturday, November 29, 2008

Dato' Razali Ismail Meninggal

Yang Di-Pertuan Agong, Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin mengaminkan doa ketika menziarah jenazah Dato' Razali di Lorong Kenanga, Batu Buruk. -Foto SHUHAIMI AHMAD.

Oleh: Aida Abd Rahman
Negara dan negeri Terengganu khasnya, kehilangan seorang pemimpin dan tokoh akademik berwibawa serta disegani ramai kerana pengalaman dan idea bernas yang sering dilontarkan bagi melahirkan cerdik pandai dalam pendidikan di negara ini.
Allahyarham, Dato’ Razali Ismail, 59, yang juga Timbalan Menteri Pelajaran yang dilahirkan di Kuala Berang pada 25 Jun 1949, kembali ke Rahmatullah di Institut Aminuddin Baki (IAB), Genting Highlands, Pahang secara mengejut ketika sedang bermin badminton, kira-kira jam 6.30 petang, semalam (28 November).

Beliau meninggalkan seorang balu, To' Puan Nooraini Lob Yusoff, 51, dan lima anak iaitu Muhammad Nurazli, 30 yang juga Pengurus di Sime Darby Bhd; Asrul Shah, 27, bertugas sebagai Pegawai Tadbir Diplomatik; Khairul Amar, 23 , masih menuntut di Amerika Syarikat; Khairul Anwar, 21, menuntut di Universiti Industri Selangor dan yang bongsu, Khairul Arif, 15, pelajar di Sekolah Menengah Agama Persekutuan Kajang, Selangor.
Seri Paduka Baginda, Yang di-Pertuan Agong,Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin, berkenan berangkat menziarahi jenazah Allahyarham di rumahnya di Batu Buruk, Kuala Terengganu, sebelum dikebumikan di tanah perkuburan Islam Sheikh Ibrahim, bersebelahan pusara ibu Allahyarham, kira-kira jam 1.30 petang, hari ini (29 November) .

Sebelum itu, jenazah Allahyarhamyang diiringi isterinya, To’ Puan Noraini dan dua daripada lima anak Allahyarham, Asrul Shah dan Muhammad Nurazli dihantar ke Hospital Bentong (HB) untuk pemeriksaan dan bedah siasat kira-kira pukul 9.30 malam tadi.
Turut berada di IAB membantu menguruskan jenazah ialah Menteri Pelajaran, Dato’ Seri Hishammuddin Tun Hussein serta para pegawai Kementerian Pelajaran dan IAB.Setiausaha Kerajaan Negeri, Dato’ Mokhtar Nong turut berada di samping jenazah di IAB dan HB.
Dalam Pilihan Raya Umum Ke-12 yang lalu, beliau mewakili Barisan Nasional (BN) memperoleh 32,562 undi mengalahkan Naib Presiden Pas, Mohamad Sabu (31,562) dan calon bebas seorang wanita berusia 89 tahun, Maimun Yusof (685).

Dato' Razali sebelum ini merupakan Pengerusi Perbadanan Tabung Pendidikan Tinggi Nasional (PT PTN) dan bergiat secara langsung dalam politik sejak 2004.

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Belum pun sehari tempoh beliau kembali keRahmatullah para yang berkepentingan sudah mula membuka gelanggang. Baca disini dan disini. Apa perasaan keluarga allahyarham.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Miss Grace Decker

I would like to add some detail to what I'd commented on Zawis "My Schooldays 1967 - 1968" .Heres what I commented

changgeh said...

From your account its true teachers those days were more than life itself. They earn respect rather than demand. Money to them is not everything. Not that they are well off but rather they knew which student came from a poor background and in whatever small way they could help they sincerely & willingly did it. How we missed them.

It was 1966, I was in the school library (doing nothing) when this Miss Grace Decker walked in; an American PeaceCorps. She happen to be the Library teacher and I was then the chief librarian.” What are you doing here dear, you should be in class” she lamented. I told her ”I could’nt because the form teacher had ordered me to go back home and get my school fees, it been due for a few months now”. I didnt go back but instead hid myself in the library hoping by the next hour it would be safe when another teacher took over the class. Even if I did go back, its pointless cause I knew my parent would never afford the school fees. Hence the hiding in the library. She took pity on me I think when she open her wicker handbag and started counting..1 dollar, two,three four ..until she stop at seven dollars. She handed the amounts and ”Go back to to the class and take this money to pay your fees.” And that ’s what I did.Its been 42 years since and I owed this teacher not the money but the kindness. I wonder where's she now. Thank you Miss Decker . I owe you one

Here is an old photograph of Miss Decker together with yours truly (extreme right) and few friends taken in 1966 at her house by the Batu Burok beach. She shared the house with another teacher by the name of Miss Carol who taught us English Literature. They're not just teachers but they are also friend. I'd been keeping this for the last 42 years.

A Closeup of her...aint she pretty?

Miss Carol in her Baju Kurung

The message she wrote at the back of the photograph she gave me.

Every weekend we would cycled to her house. And the house would be turn into a 'club' of sorts. We would gather and each and everyone of us would have a field day; swimming, playing guitar, reading books from her small library. Some would even have a joyride on her 50cc honda cub..she won't mind. One day a friend of our was caught for riding without a licence. She was very upset not because of riding without a licence but of being caught.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

armand daniel firdaus......adf

Armand turns seven last May and growing and growing


Tokki and Opah loves you very much

Armand blowing the candles
'Long live ADF'

Mama slicing the pieces

Armand having his share. While OPah looks on.

Showing his skill on 'my' favourite bowling .... that's what he told everybody. Never strike though.

After which...'i'm thirsty i'm thirsty.water please tokki ' he never miss on his water

..........and popcorns too

Playing with daddy's toys....Tokki bought when daddy was about his age. It been well kept ever since.

Meddling dad's computer...his favourite games for sure

'Tokki, looks i'm having a nap in the water'

Doing the slide

A hug from Opah

Whatever ,still like to be under dad's ketiak.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Positive Thinking

Look at this glass in front of you. Is it half full or
is it half empty

Now, do you realize that it is entirely for you to decide what the answer to this question is going to be. The choice is yours. So, the very same reality can be seen in totally opposite ways: in a positive way, and in a negative way.And there is always a positive side to any thing, any situation, any event, any person. Look at the world in a different way. Try to find out that positive side. At first, you might literally have to dig it out, but after some time, it automatically appears to you. In fact, you eventually only see the good side.

Everything is beautiful, "everybody's beautiful, in their own way", as the song goes.

In any situation, however apparently bad, keep cool and coolly examine the situation. Turn it upside down, inside out, downside up and outside in. Suddenly you realize it could have been worse. Find out how and why it could have been worse. Finally, the good side of it will just appear to you.This can happen gradually or in a flash.
Soon you'll see all things and all people in a positive way What you call "failure" is in fact simply a new opportunity to try again and do better than if you had "succeeded" in the first place.
Now, have you noticed that a rich person has more of a chance of getting a bank loan than a poor person? In otherwords: you must have money to be given more money! In the same way, if you are a "happy person", you'll get more happiness.
As the great American poet Theodore Roethke said: "The right things happen to the happy man" Don't worry, whatever type of person you are, you can easily turn yourself into a "happy person".
You can almost say it's "easier said than done" but please, just try and soon, very soon, in fact much sooner than you think, you'll take up a sturdy and radiant Positive Attitude to life and THAT is the only key to wellness, happiness, and a longer life.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Of Floating Mosque and Buah Gomok

It was 7.30 in the morning, I was having my usual ‘jogging’ activity at my favourite spot – the track in the vicinity of Masjid Tengku Tengah Zaharah. We locals called it Masjid Terapung or reffered to as Floating Mosque. Its one of the icons of Islam in the state.

Masjid Tengku Tengah Zaharah(The Floating Mosque)

Being a weekday there were not many joggers around except for a few. Going by theirs attires they were the jemaah who I thought decides to stay back for their briskwalking round the track.
The track was wet due to last night downfall. I decided not to continue but instead make a detour down the beach. Yes during the monsoon most coastal part of K.Terengganu were full of debris. You could see stretches of all kinds of everything,, uprooted trees, plastic bottles, diaphers tangling with the branches along the coastline. These deposits were pushed ashore from the ulu areas by the gushing waves.

Debris piling the coastline

Terengganu Equestrian Resort(TER) is in the background.

The sandy beach seen here is once a anglers haven with fishes like Ikan Kakap Merah, (Red Snapper)Kuku etc its fill with sand brought by the gushing waves over the years. Those who frequent the place will testify to that.

While combing the beach I stumble upon a few buah gomok nicely snug among the debris. Awang Goneng describes in his GUIT’ ‘’ as the flat shelled , tough and dark as ebony .

I took it home and had a plan in mind. I wanted to bores holes in them and takes out the kernels then fill it with molten lead reminiscent of what we did when we were kid or liken to what Awang Goneng did when he took it home and bored holes in them and kept them on an ant's colony. Once the ants have had their feast and left the gomok shell light and hollow, the skilled in this gomokcraft took them home to fill with molten lead, its shell to love and polish with spit and Kiwi, then bandied about as gleaming objects of desire. The weighted gomok were used as hurling objects in our games, or smashed against rival gomoks as children do with conkers in other parts of the world.’’

Buah Gomok Snugging among the debris

....I took it home and had a plan in mind. ..

So folks, to those who doesn’t know how a buah gomok or buah ipir looks like, its my pleasure here to show you some images of them which I salvage from the debris.