20 Disember, 2004 : Ingatan untuk Allahyarham MEGAT SHAHIR BIN MEGAT ABDUL RAHMAN.
-----Original Message-----
From: zainorliza
Sent: Saturday, December 18, 2004 8:25 AM
To: ansarasban79@yahoogroups.com
Subject: sad email .. we should
appreciate each other more
Truly touching piece.... coming from from a lad.....
I possibly could not write such a beautiful piece....
Liza Zakaria
QC/QA Shah Alam
Ext : 181/159
"Suzana Binti Nawardin"
To:
Subject: [ansarasban79] Fw: FW:sad email .. we should appreciate each other more 12/17/200406:21PM
I dapat e-mail ni from my staff who cried after reading it. She wanted to
share the story with me bila baca, I realised that the story is about Fae's
brother, arwah Megat. If anyone tau e-mail address Fae and can forward
this to her, I think she would appreciate it very much. Quite long tapi
touching. I wish someone will write something like this about me ....
Regards.
SUZANA NAWARDIN
Human Resource Department (MRCB)
-----Original Message-----
From: Marina Binti Mohd Tamrin
Sent: 17 December 2004 15:28
To: Suzana Nawardin; Azhanni Rahayujamaludin
Eliza Jamaludin
Subject: sad email .. we should appreciate each other
more
----- Original Message -----
From: Ahmad Rashidi
To: Sofiana Balkhis ;Hazneeza
Sent: Friday, December 17, 2004 10:19 AM
Subject: FW:sad email .. we should appreciate each other more
>
>
>
>
> Having spent 5 years in a boarding school, you may be able to
appreciate
the
> forwarded e-mail below.
>
> Rashidi
>
>
>
>
>
> Assalamualaikum,
> below is a blog written by a person i do not know, but
> i did touch my heart. i t was forwarded to me by a
> dear friend. please spare some time to read.~meen~
>
>
> Ni junior aku punye catatan,
>
> Bros, please find a blog written by Aruah megat's
> batch. Kadang-kadang kita selalu take for granted the
> friendship yang ada. Maybe antara kita ada problems,
> sepatutnya kita patut cuba resolve dengan baik.. after
> all we grew up together. Tapi dah tak ada?? baru nak
> ingat?baru nak menyesal?? read through?. Ada
> pengajaran di sana.
>
>
>
> the river runs through my soul (Al-Fatihah)
>
> I wrote the following e-mail a while ago when a friend
> passed away. I though I'd kickstart the blog with this
> piece:-
>
> 26 October 2004
> 12.17 pm
>
> Had a short conversation with HRH King Aizal yesterday
> afternoon about life and death and whether it is all
> worth it. I think what triggered the conversation was,
> we heard about too many deaths and people falling ill
> lately. We work like mad, allow ourselves to go
> through all the hassle, and practically kill ourselves
> into the bargain. Of course all of us talk with a hint
> of remorse about not being able to get the balance
> right, and about how we just cannot get off the big
> wheel. Maybe that is how we are built, or as King
> Aizal put it, it is just us being us.
>
> Woke up for sahur before just before 5 am and received
> an sms from an old mate. One of our old SDAR friend
> passed away in the early hours today (1.25 am) at
> Pantai Medical Centre. He has been very ill for a
> while, but it is still a shock to realise that one of
> us is gone forever now. I am not too sure what the
> illness what, but it has something to do with blood.
> Was it something to do with the body not able to
> produce enough blood cells or was it some kind of
> cancer? As you can see, I am not even sure what it
> was, and I actually call myself a friend!!! Today is
> not the day I am the proudest of myself.
>
> I was sitting in the darkness before Subuh and
> thinking about it. Megat Shahir was only 32, and he
> was a good lad. Easy going and smart, he was very
> down-to-earth. You know the "Megat" in KPMG Desa Megat
> (the local chapter of KPMG Peat Marwick, one of the
> Big 4 audit firms)? Well, apparently that is his Dad.
> But we didn't know about it until many years later,
> because Megat was never comfortable telling us all
> these things. Most of us came from a very middle- and
> working-class family, and he just wanted to be one of
> the guys. He wanted to be as normal as possible.
>
> The year was 1988 and he was one of those guys we
> called "Form 4 baru". A post-SRP direct entry and not
> really a thoroughbred, we would (rather cruelly) say
> at the time. I think it was quite an awkward period
> for him and I sensed that he didn't really want to be
> there. And it must have been tough for him because his
> big brother Megat Shiraz was our senior who left the
> school a year earlier. Mind you, Megat Shiraz was a
> really big name - he was the Head Prefect, a very good
> footballer and a rugby warrior (he was a fierce
> flanker who wore his heart on his jersey sleeves). For
> a school with a proud tradition in rugby, that was a
> HUGE deal. I imagine that it was tough for Megat
> Shahir to come in and fit in, with the shadows of his
> brother looming large in the SDAR legend.
>
> He managed to make a lot of good friends during his 2
> years at the school, although I cannot say he was the
> most popular guy. Those who knew him well still speak
> warmly of him, but I think most of us have a vague
> memory of him at school. I remember one weekend when a
> bunch of us were hanging out at the classroom
> (pretending to study, of course) and one of us had a
> camera (could have been me). I asked Megat Shahir to
> sit down next to me and asked another guy to snap a
> photo. I think it was 3 of us - Yakup, Megat Shahir
> and myself. The part which I found amusing was, later
> that day Megat Shahir came to see me and actually
> asked, "Mie, are you sure that you don't mind taking a
> photo with me? Is it really OK?". You see, he was
> really awkward that first year, and he thought people
> didn't like him all that much. What he probably didn't
> know was, a lot of us actually liked him very much
> because he was a decent guy. I guess he'll never know
> now.
>
> We wrote to each other once or twice after SPM, and I
> still remember the postcard he sent from the States
> when he was on a family holiday (alas, I've lost it
> but I remember it was a picture of snow in Arizona
> desert or something like that). He got a TNB
> scholarship to do his A Levels and degree in the UK
> and we basically lost touch from then on. I heard from
> him again when I received an invitation to his wedding
> at PJ Hilton. It must have been around 1997, because
> Tan Sri Ani Arope was there and I remember he (TS Ani)
> already retired at the time (this was post-1996
> nationwide blackout fiasco). Megat and his bride
> looked resplendent and we shook hands afterwards.
>
> We lost touch again after that - I guess it was just
> one of those periods when everyone was too busy
> getting his life in order, and getting ahead in the
> rat race. I regret not being in touch with a lot of
> good mates from the past, but I am not too sure if I
> can do much more than that. Sometimes I just feel like
> the stuff at work and at home take most of my energy
> anyway, so there is very little left in the tank to do
> anything else. A few weeks ago I received a bunch of
> e-mails from the eGroup about Megat Shahir being very
> ill. Apparently he needed a lot of blood donation to
> survive. He recovered a little bit and we all thought
> he would make it after all. Unfortunately, his health
> took turn for the worse a few days ago and he was
> admitted into ICU. The latest blood transfusion wasn't
> very successful and I heard bits and pieces about him
> being "in ceptic shock etc". I am not sure what that
> meant, but when they said there was blood coming out
> of his mouth and nose, we all know it was very
> serious. Some of us were planning to visit him this
> week, until we received the sms early this morning.
> Now we only get to see him one last time and pay our
> last respects.
>
> There were 123 of us from the 85-89 batch when we left
> school. 3 of us are gone forever now (2 in motor
> accidents, and now this) and they were all my good
> buddies. First it was Anjoy who passed away in the
> mid-90's, and I miss my friend who was my classmate
> and an A-star student with a weird sense of humour.
> Then it was Awe, the Trengganu chap who was an
> excellent footballer and sepaktakraw 'killer'. He was
> my dormmate for 2 years and we used to balik kampung
> together on these chartered buses (those days,
> KL-Kuantan-KT-KB was the preferred route). I last met
> him in 1998 at The Mall (he was lepaking, I was
> chick-hunting) and I think he passed away sometime in
> 2000 or 2001. Today, we lost Megat and the world lost
> another truly good guy. I am going to miss them all.
>
> I am not entirely sure about my feelings this morning,
> and I apologise for being a little melancholic. I just
> need to get this off my chest. I keep thinking about
> all the lads from that batch - they are my brothers
> and we grew up together all those years ago. We were
> probably too green and we didn't know better, but we
> helped each other out and survived those Seremban
> days. We love each other and we still hug each other
> whenever we meet, although we are typically too
> embarassed to say that we miss each other a lot. Deep
> inside, I know it cannot last forever but I am mighty
> glad that I have shared some of the happiest years in
> my life with them.
>
> *sigh* The things that we have to go through as we
> grow older are really tough. The realities of life and
> the heartaches that we have to accept! As I am typing
> away at my laptop, I am listening to some of the old
> songs which were the anthem of the good old days.
> Admittedly, stuff like Metallica's "Master of
> Puppets", Iron Maiden's "Aces High", and Loudness'
> "Heavy Chains" are hardly your typical
> down-the-memory-lane stuff. But those songs were the
> background to a lot of good memories when we were just
> kids, chasing our dreams.
>
> I am planning to go through my old photo album tonight
> and I hope it's not going to be too painful. For a
> moment, I just want to re-live those happy days when
> we were young and excited about the possibilities of
> the world. I just want to remember all the lads the
> way we were back then.
From: zainorliza
Sent: Saturday, December 18, 2004 8:25 AM
To: ansarasban79@yahoogroups.com
Subject: sad email .. we should
appreciate each other more
Truly touching piece.... coming from from a lad.....
I possibly could not write such a beautiful piece....
Liza Zakaria
QC/QA Shah Alam
Ext : 181/159
"Suzana Binti Nawardin"
To:
Subject: [ansarasban79] Fw: FW:sad email .. we should appreciate each other more 12/17/200406:21PM
I dapat e-mail ni from my staff who cried after reading it. She wanted to
share the story with me bila baca, I realised that the story is about Fae's
brother, arwah Megat. If anyone tau e-mail address Fae and can forward
this to her, I think she would appreciate it very much. Quite long tapi
touching. I wish someone will write something like this about me ....
Regards.
SUZANA NAWARDIN
Human Resource Department (MRCB)
-----Original Message-----
From: Marina Binti Mohd Tamrin
Sent: 17 December 2004 15:28
To: Suzana Nawardin; Azhanni Rahayujamaludin
Eliza Jamaludin
Subject: sad email .. we should appreciate each other
more
----- Original Message -----
From: Ahmad Rashidi
To: Sofiana Balkhis ;Hazneeza
Sent: Friday, December 17, 2004 10:19 AM
Subject: FW:sad email .. we should appreciate each other more
>
>
>
>
> Having spent 5 years in a boarding school, you may be able to
appreciate
the
> forwarded e-mail below.
>
> Rashidi
>
>
>
>
>
> Assalamualaikum,
> below is a blog written by a person i do not know, but
> i did touch my heart. i t was forwarded to me by a
> dear friend. please spare some time to read.~meen~
>
>
> Ni junior aku punye catatan,
>
> Bros, please find a blog written by Aruah megat's
> batch. Kadang-kadang kita selalu take for granted the
> friendship yang ada. Maybe antara kita ada problems,
> sepatutnya kita patut cuba resolve dengan baik.. after
> all we grew up together. Tapi dah tak ada?? baru nak
> ingat?baru nak menyesal?? read through?. Ada
> pengajaran di sana.
>
>
>
> the river runs through my soul (Al-Fatihah)
>
> I wrote the following e-mail a while ago when a friend
> passed away. I though I'd kickstart the blog with this
> piece:-
>
> 26 October 2004
> 12.17 pm
>
> Had a short conversation with HRH King Aizal yesterday
> afternoon about life and death and whether it is all
> worth it. I think what triggered the conversation was,
> we heard about too many deaths and people falling ill
> lately. We work like mad, allow ourselves to go
> through all the hassle, and practically kill ourselves
> into the bargain. Of course all of us talk with a hint
> of remorse about not being able to get the balance
> right, and about how we just cannot get off the big
> wheel. Maybe that is how we are built, or as King
> Aizal put it, it is just us being us.
>
> Woke up for sahur before just before 5 am and received
> an sms from an old mate. One of our old SDAR friend
> passed away in the early hours today (1.25 am) at
> Pantai Medical Centre. He has been very ill for a
> while, but it is still a shock to realise that one of
> us is gone forever now. I am not too sure what the
> illness what, but it has something to do with blood.
> Was it something to do with the body not able to
> produce enough blood cells or was it some kind of
> cancer? As you can see, I am not even sure what it
> was, and I actually call myself a friend!!! Today is
> not the day I am the proudest of myself.
>
> I was sitting in the darkness before Subuh and
> thinking about it. Megat Shahir was only 32, and he
> was a good lad. Easy going and smart, he was very
> down-to-earth. You know the "Megat" in KPMG Desa Megat
> (the local chapter of KPMG Peat Marwick, one of the
> Big 4 audit firms)? Well, apparently that is his Dad.
> But we didn't know about it until many years later,
> because Megat was never comfortable telling us all
> these things. Most of us came from a very middle- and
> working-class family, and he just wanted to be one of
> the guys. He wanted to be as normal as possible.
>
> The year was 1988 and he was one of those guys we
> called "Form 4 baru". A post-SRP direct entry and not
> really a thoroughbred, we would (rather cruelly) say
> at the time. I think it was quite an awkward period
> for him and I sensed that he didn't really want to be
> there. And it must have been tough for him because his
> big brother Megat Shiraz was our senior who left the
> school a year earlier. Mind you, Megat Shiraz was a
> really big name - he was the Head Prefect, a very good
> footballer and a rugby warrior (he was a fierce
> flanker who wore his heart on his jersey sleeves). For
> a school with a proud tradition in rugby, that was a
> HUGE deal. I imagine that it was tough for Megat
> Shahir to come in and fit in, with the shadows of his
> brother looming large in the SDAR legend.
>
> He managed to make a lot of good friends during his 2
> years at the school, although I cannot say he was the
> most popular guy. Those who knew him well still speak
> warmly of him, but I think most of us have a vague
> memory of him at school. I remember one weekend when a
> bunch of us were hanging out at the classroom
> (pretending to study, of course) and one of us had a
> camera (could have been me). I asked Megat Shahir to
> sit down next to me and asked another guy to snap a
> photo. I think it was 3 of us - Yakup, Megat Shahir
> and myself. The part which I found amusing was, later
> that day Megat Shahir came to see me and actually
> asked, "Mie, are you sure that you don't mind taking a
> photo with me? Is it really OK?". You see, he was
> really awkward that first year, and he thought people
> didn't like him all that much. What he probably didn't
> know was, a lot of us actually liked him very much
> because he was a decent guy. I guess he'll never know
> now.
>
> We wrote to each other once or twice after SPM, and I
> still remember the postcard he sent from the States
> when he was on a family holiday (alas, I've lost it
> but I remember it was a picture of snow in Arizona
> desert or something like that). He got a TNB
> scholarship to do his A Levels and degree in the UK
> and we basically lost touch from then on. I heard from
> him again when I received an invitation to his wedding
> at PJ Hilton. It must have been around 1997, because
> Tan Sri Ani Arope was there and I remember he (TS Ani)
> already retired at the time (this was post-1996
> nationwide blackout fiasco). Megat and his bride
> looked resplendent and we shook hands afterwards.
>
> We lost touch again after that - I guess it was just
> one of those periods when everyone was too busy
> getting his life in order, and getting ahead in the
> rat race. I regret not being in touch with a lot of
> good mates from the past, but I am not too sure if I
> can do much more than that. Sometimes I just feel like
> the stuff at work and at home take most of my energy
> anyway, so there is very little left in the tank to do
> anything else. A few weeks ago I received a bunch of
> e-mails from the eGroup about Megat Shahir being very
> ill. Apparently he needed a lot of blood donation to
> survive. He recovered a little bit and we all thought
> he would make it after all. Unfortunately, his health
> took turn for the worse a few days ago and he was
> admitted into ICU. The latest blood transfusion wasn't
> very successful and I heard bits and pieces about him
> being "in ceptic shock etc". I am not sure what that
> meant, but when they said there was blood coming out
> of his mouth and nose, we all know it was very
> serious. Some of us were planning to visit him this
> week, until we received the sms early this morning.
> Now we only get to see him one last time and pay our
> last respects.
>
> There were 123 of us from the 85-89 batch when we left
> school. 3 of us are gone forever now (2 in motor
> accidents, and now this) and they were all my good
> buddies. First it was Anjoy who passed away in the
> mid-90's, and I miss my friend who was my classmate
> and an A-star student with a weird sense of humour.
> Then it was Awe, the Trengganu chap who was an
> excellent footballer and sepaktakraw 'killer'. He was
> my dormmate for 2 years and we used to balik kampung
> together on these chartered buses (those days,
> KL-Kuantan-KT-KB was the preferred route). I last met
> him in 1998 at The Mall (he was lepaking, I was
> chick-hunting) and I think he passed away sometime in
> 2000 or 2001. Today, we lost Megat and the world lost
> another truly good guy. I am going to miss them all.
>
> I am not entirely sure about my feelings this morning,
> and I apologise for being a little melancholic. I just
> need to get this off my chest. I keep thinking about
> all the lads from that batch - they are my brothers
> and we grew up together all those years ago. We were
> probably too green and we didn't know better, but we
> helped each other out and survived those Seremban
> days. We love each other and we still hug each other
> whenever we meet, although we are typically too
> embarassed to say that we miss each other a lot. Deep
> inside, I know it cannot last forever but I am mighty
> glad that I have shared some of the happiest years in
> my life with them.
>
> *sigh* The things that we have to go through as we
> grow older are really tough. The realities of life and
> the heartaches that we have to accept! As I am typing
> away at my laptop, I am listening to some of the old
> songs which were the anthem of the good old days.
> Admittedly, stuff like Metallica's "Master of
> Puppets", Iron Maiden's "Aces High", and Loudness'
> "Heavy Chains" are hardly your typical
> down-the-memory-lane stuff. But those songs were the
> background to a lot of good memories when we were just
> kids, chasing our dreams.
>
> I am planning to go through my old photo album tonight
> and I hope it's not going to be too painful. For a
> moment, I just want to re-live those happy days when
> we were young and excited about the possibilities of
> the world. I just want to remember all the lads the
> way we were back then.
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