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<title>Saint Michaels Institution: Forum: General Discussion - Recent Posts</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 08:16:35 +0000</pubDate>

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<title>Robert de Silva on "Merry Christmas 2008"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/merry-christmas-2008#post-121</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 18:49:05 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Dear Michaelians and friends,&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Wishing each and everyone of you and Very Blessed and Merry Christmas.&#60;br /&#62;
May we all find the true meaning of this beautiful day.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Love from the Michaelians of 5 A3 1967
&#60;/p&#62;</description>
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Smile and live longer"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/smile-and-live-longer#post-116</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 20:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;November 09, 2008&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Tongue Twisters. ( courtesy of Joygreetings.com )&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Twister Shorties: (say 'em a few times)&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Greek grapes.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Red lorry, yellow lorry.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Which wristwatches are Swiss wristwatches?&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Unique New York.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Many an anemone sees an enemy anemone.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Freshly-fried flying fish.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The epitome of femininity.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk,&#60;br /&#62;
but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;She stood on the balcony, inexplicably mimicing him hiccupping,&#60;br /&#62;
and amicably welcoming him home.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager&#60;br /&#62;
imagining managing an imaginary menagerie.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Common Twisters:&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;She sells seashells by the seashore.&#60;br /&#62;
The shells she sells are surely seashells.&#60;br /&#62;
So if she sells shells on the seashore,&#60;br /&#62;
I'm sure she sells seashore shells.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.&#60;br /&#62;
Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?&#60;br /&#62;
If Peter Piper Picked a peck of pickled peppers,&#60;br /&#62;
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;How much wood would a woodchuck chuck&#60;br /&#62;
If a woodchuck could chuck wood?&#60;br /&#62;
He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,&#60;br /&#62;
And chuck as much as a woodchuck would&#60;br /&#62;
If a woodchuck could chuck wood.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Tongue Twister Poems:&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Mr. See owned a saw.&#60;br /&#62;
And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.&#60;br /&#62;
Now, See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw&#60;br /&#62;
Before Soar saw See,&#60;br /&#62;
Which made Soar sore.&#60;br /&#62;
Had Soar seen See's saw&#60;br /&#62;
Before See sawed Soar's seesaw,&#60;br /&#62;
See's saw would not have sawed&#60;br /&#62;
Soar's seesaw.&#60;br /&#62;
So See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw.&#60;br /&#62;
But it was sad to see Soar so sore&#60;br /&#62;
just because See's saw sawed&#60;br /&#62;
Soar's seesaw.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Betty Botter had some butter,&#60;br /&#62;
&#34;But,&#34; she said, &#34;this butter's bitter.&#60;br /&#62;
If I bake this bitter butter,&#60;br /&#62;
It would make my batter bitter.&#60;br /&#62;
But a bit of better butter,&#60;br /&#62;
That would make my batter better.&#34;&#60;br /&#62;
So she bought a bit of butter -&#60;br /&#62;
Better than her bitter butter -&#60;br /&#62;
And she baked it in her batter;&#60;br /&#62;
And the batter was not bitter.&#60;br /&#62;
So 'twas better Betty Botter&#60;br /&#62;
Bought a bit of better butter.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Ned Nott was shot and Sam Shott was not.&#60;br /&#62;
So it is better to be Shott than Nott.&#60;br /&#62;
Some say Nott was not shot.&#60;br /&#62;
But Shott says he shot Nott.&#60;br /&#62;
Either the shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot,&#60;br /&#62;
Or Nott was shot.&#60;br /&#62;
If the shot Shott shot shot Nott, Nott was shot.&#60;br /&#62;
But if the shot Shott shot shot Shott,&#60;br /&#62;
Then Shott was shot, not Nott.&#60;br /&#62;
However, the shot Shott shot shot not Shott, but Nott.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;A tree-toad loved a she-toad&#60;br /&#62;
Who lived up in a tree.&#60;br /&#62;
He was a two-toed tree-toad,&#60;br /&#62;
But a three-toed toad was she.&#60;br /&#62;
The two-toed tree-toad tried to win&#60;br /&#62;
The three-toed she-toad's heart,&#60;br /&#62;
For the two-toed tree-toad loved the ground&#60;br /&#62;
That the three-toed tree-toad trod.&#60;br /&#62;
But the two-toed tree-toad tried in vain;&#60;br /&#62;
He couldn't please her whim.&#60;br /&#62;
From her tree-toad bower,&#60;br /&#62;
With her three-toad power,&#60;br /&#62;
The she-toad vetoed him.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Anonymous
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-108</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 16:43:05 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;July 29th. 2008&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;so , I celebrated my 58th. with so many phone calls and messages from my good old friends from SMI. ,work mates and the children friends nice feeling. Good to know that I have at least 40 friends from SMI . is it not great to have friends , especially people who know you for more than 40 years. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;wow, are we that old.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;no, like Michael Ong says , we are as old as we feel.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Frankie says he feels young with all his young friends, his kids friends.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Likewise , I am having  some fun too. The Children have some graet friends and they are very good kids who are very respectful. at work I work with a buch of young people some as young as 19. and the average is around the Twenties. These young people are so respectful, yes we do speak &#34;french&#34; too sometimes but all in fun and they are great.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;here I am Mr. Robert or Uncle Robert or Uncle Bob.&#60;br /&#62;
to them I address them &#34; hey Buddy'. yeah they are my Buddies.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;What more can one ask for.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;FRIENDS... what would it be without them and family . and of course someone greater. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;GOD.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;ps. Please remember to say a prayer for me and my family and while you are doing that  say a prayer for your family and all your friends too.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Cheers.
&#60;/p&#62;</description>
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-107</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 07:13:26 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;wow it is the almost the end of july 2008  ( today is the 27 th July 2008 ) yeah and my 58th birthday. Happy birthday to me and all of you who celebrate your birthday this month. Paul Seo that includes you. 25th July.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I am still waiting for more Michaelians to write something on this site.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Hope you all contribute some thing interesting. about anything.
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-106</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 05:40:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Today. July 13th. 2008.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;wow time flies. How nice if someone else were to pen a few words and make this site more interesting.&#60;br /&#62;
yeah come on, tell us your experiences in school about the friends you missed , the teachers who stood out etc. , etc., etc .
&#60;/p&#62;</description>
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Something to make us live longer- smile, laugh aloud"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/something-light-so-smile#post-99</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 03:55:52 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Please do visit this website. Especially if you are based overseas. see our Malaysian talent. and while there enjoy yourself .&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#60;a href=&#34;http://www.comedycourt.com.my&#34; rel=&#34;nofollow&#34;&#62;www.comedycourt.com.my&#60;/a&#62;
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-89</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 11:25:37 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;&#60;strong&#62;Mr. John Lee &#60;/strong&#62;&#60;strong&#62;&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Class Teacher Form 3 A3 1965&#60;br /&#62;
Physical Excercise Teacher  In Form 2, 3 , 4 and 5.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Bahasa Kebangsaan Teacher   ( National Language ) Form 3 , 4  ( 1966 )&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;This is a man to be reckon with. Strictly a no nonsense teacher . His mere presence was enough to frighten you into being attentive and well behaved.&#60;br /&#62;
His mode of punishment was something to talk about . We were so afraid of being in his wrong side but surprisingly we never , ever hated this man. We in fact had so much good things to talk about him and all the fright that he had instilled in us was nothing.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;He would walk into our class and if he so much as see us sleepy eyed ,he would make us all go to the field and run a few rounds before coming back to class.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The was once when 2 of us were caught fighting in class and one I believed was sleeping. He made the three boys go up to the Brothers' living quarters and carry a long Rattan Sette. ( a sofa of sorts). down to the Canteen during Recess. the boy who was sleeping was made to sleep on the Rattan sofa and the two who were fighting were made to carry two big fans . the two &#34; fighters&#34; were then made to fan the sleeper right in the canteen. there were about two thousand students in our school. ( I hope the figure is right) Students and Teachers were wonderingwhat came over thses boys and why they were acting in that manner. When they come to know the reason, people started laughing . &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;There was another incident where two boys were caughting fighting in class.&#60;br /&#62;
Mr.John Lee made them stand on the benches at the school corridor . They had to stand facing each other and in a fighting stance.&#60;br /&#62;
Brother Casimer happen to walk by and saw these two still standing in that position and he was so furious as the boys just continued standing there and did not burge even when Bro. Casimer ordered them to get down and go back into the class.&#60;br /&#62;
He did not know why they were therein that instance.&#60;br /&#62;
Bro. Casimer walked into the class and his Irish face was all red and hands in his pockets and asked us why the boys refused to burge. When we told him that  Mr. John Lee vetted out the punishment as they were fighting, Bro Casimer burst out laughing and walked away.&#60;br /&#62;
See Brother Casimer ,when he is angry  always has a red face and his hands are always in the pockets of his robe.&#60;br /&#62;
We believe he has a rosary there and he was reciting the Hail Mary everytime he does that.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Mr. John Lee's punishment was always unigue but never were they painful. enough to embarass you and you will think twice, no ten times before you do something and get caught again.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;When we were in Form Four ( 1966) he was our Bahasa Kebangsaan Teacher.&#60;br /&#62;
At that time all non Malay students had to take Bahasa Kebangsaan . This was a Compulsory subject and if you fail this paper you fail the whole examination. The Malay students had to take both the papers , Bahasa Kebangsaan and Bahasa Melayu. Bahasa Melayu was supposed to be a tougher Paper.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Mr. John Lee made us the non Malay students to take this paper .There was no choice. This was a Form Three paper but he made us take it in Form Four. Just only this Subject. That was then The LCE .Lower Certificate of Education Examination.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;He was our Bahasa Teacher ( language teacher). He bought about 40 over short story books and gave each of us one at the first time.&#60;br /&#62;
We were told to read the books , if there were any words that we do not understand we were o look up the word in the English / Malay dictionary. Then we were to wirte the english translation of the word by pencil on the book.&#60;br /&#62;
The nexttime when the book was passed around, ie the second person whio reads the book would have some of the difficult words translate. no wthe second person to read the book will then translate the words that he did not understnd. After several passes of the book , it would have almsot be translated in it entirety. This was such a brillant idea that as the days passed reading the books were so easy as most of the difficul words were translated.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Now ,  he walks by you while you are reading and picks a word and ask you the meaning of the word. Dont understand, no problem, why did you not ask . no problem ,write  the word a thousand times. now a problem.&#60;br /&#62;
When he reads from a book , story or text  , we are expected to raise our hands when we come across any words that we did not understand. If you did not raise your hands and ask it means you understand. Good, but if he asked you and you did not know the word and did not raise your hands to ask, it is a thousand lines agian.&#60;br /&#62;
He made us purchase a small note book , those days it was the 3 fives brand which were popular.&#60;br /&#62;
we were supposed to listen to theMalay News, read Malay newspapers, books etc. Everyday we were to have 10 new words and the English translation. ten new words and no repeatitions, every day.&#60;br /&#62;
We were to study the words at every assembly. there we were the class in an assemby with another 2ooo students holding and reading  or at least pretending to read. The other students used to mock us. we were embarassed at times.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The exams came and there were like 40 of us in the class and we all took the examination paper.&#60;br /&#62;
When the results came back and posted at the notice board, there were only two who failed and the rest of us did very well.&#60;br /&#62;
I was tol tht Mr John Lee and Bro. Paul was there at the notice board and Bro. pual was congratulaing Mr. John Lee and my friends told me he had tears of joy in his eyes.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;This was an achievement for us the non Malay students and Mr..John Lee showed that it was not impossible . see we did very well because  we were &#34; forced and Threatened&#34; to do so.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I went on after Form Five to work briefly in Sabah before returning to continue my studies.&#60;br /&#62;
When I was in Sabah there was a vacancy for an English and Malay teacher. I applied and got the job. My qualifications...my Bahasa Melayu Paper. NOTHING else. ha ha ha. Malu heh?&#60;br /&#62;
I taught for about 3 months and decided teaching was not for me. I was too playful to be a teacher and I honestly find it boring and my students were almost my age .&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;this was something that we were so proud of , a very good and dedicated Teacher.&#60;br /&#62;
Mr John Lee, I hope you you would read this.&#60;br /&#62;
We love you.&#60;br /&#62;
As far as I am concerned, you are one of the very few teachers that I trully respect.&#60;br /&#62;
We were frighten of you but you were also a very concerned and dedicated teacher.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;There are so much more encounters I can write about and I hope my friends will share their experiences with us here.&#60;br /&#62;
God Bless you and all the dedicated Teachers&#60;/strong&#62;
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-88</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 02:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Will Mr George of Ipoh ,Please introduce  yourself. we are curious to know you. Class .Year etc.&#60;br /&#62;
Thanks Buddy
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-87</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 02:17:03 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;&#60;strong&#62;Mr.John Lee &#60;/strong&#62;&#60;strong&#62;&#60;/strong&#62;&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Mr. John Lee was our Form Teacher in Form Three A 3 1965.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;This is one person whose mere presence can make one wet or even soil his pants.&#60;br /&#62;
Mr. John Lee was Form Teacher , Physical Execise teacher and Bahasa Malaysia teacher.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;He was the very tough on us , tough in the sense he made us behave and learn our lessons and he was always there to make sure we did just that. He had his ways to make one do his work&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;For many reasons ,we ,the class loves and respects him very much.&#60;br /&#62;
He was a very dedicated teacher, very strict but never abusive.&#60;br /&#62;
there are so many stories about him , our adventures are many....... I shall return and write more
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-86</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;One day Bro.Paul was &#34;patrolling&#34; the corridors of the school. 5A3 was up to their usual mischief and Rohini saw Bro. Paul coming from the other end of the block and Rohini started signallling to the class that Brother. was on his way. the class was so busy playing and some were trying to figure out what Rohini was trying to say. He had one of his hands over his head and he was &#34;circling &#34; his hand around his head repeatedly. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;He was so busy trying to get our attention that he did not notice Bro.Paul standing just behind him. Staring at him . He moved on only after Rohini noticed him.&#60;br /&#62;
We were so surprised that Bro. Paul did not do anything .He just walked on.&#60;br /&#62;
I believed that he had to move on as he could not control his urge to laugh.&#60;br /&#62;
Rohini must have been closed to having a heart attack then.&#60;br /&#62;
this one of the things we can look back too. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;then there is him giving us a choice of canes to pick for our punishment.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;there must be so much stories about this great person that we would like to share with the younger generation of Michaelians.
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-85</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 02:25:30 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Keeping memories of Bro.Paul alive.&#60;br /&#62;
This is a posting by Paul Seo.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I think we all have our own personal encounters with him. As for me I had 2, both in Form 6.&#60;br /&#62;
Bro. Paul was teaching the Moral class for 6th Form, the first period. As I was usually late for school, I decided to skip his class one day. Hock fee, the Head Prefect at that time spotted me in my class and asked me to go for the Moral Class. I refused, saying I would go the next day.Despite his repeated persuadings I refused. When the 1st period in our class started, a voice came over the P.A. system that Bro. Paul wanted to see me. I went , opened his door, went in and before I could say a word, Bro. Paul told me sternly,&#34; I want to see you at the Moral class tomorrow &#34; Before I could reply, he ordered me to go back to class.&#60;br /&#62;
The 2nd occasion was when I was summoned over the P.A. again to see him. I opened the door. He opened his drawer, took out 5 ringgit and said, &#34;Get a haircut&#34; I declined his offer. He was insistent and said that he wanted to see me tomorrow with my hair cut. I remembered spending the money with my friends on ice-kacang and rojak. But I had a hair-cut that evening.&#60;br /&#62;
There was another incident in lower 6. I was the class monitor and Bro Paul taught us GP. One day he brought a cute, petite girl in miniskirtto the class. Thinking it was someone who was going to join our class, I requested theclass to stand up and welcome the new girl.&#60;br /&#62;
He st4rnly announced that she was our nrw English Literature teacher. What an introduction and what a laugh we had.&#60;br /&#62;
So much for now,Ciao.
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<title>Anthony Kim on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-82</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 04:14:13 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Anthony Kim</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;TRIBUTE TO OUR BELOVED REV. BRO. U. PAUL&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;It was the month of November 1967 and our Senior Cambridge School Cert. Exam. was around the corner and it was the tradition of Bro. Paul to call us one by one to his office to have a chat with us just  before we leave school after the final exam. TRULY A LOVING AND CARING BROTHER DIRECTOR.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;One morning it was my turn and I walked into Bro. Paul's office and wished him &#34;Good Morning&#34;. He asked me to sit down. As he knew that I am a Catholic, his first question was &#34;Anthony, any intention of joining the religious life as a La Salle Brother or a Priest.&#34; &#34;Sorry Brother,&#34; I answered, &#34;I am the elder of the two boys in my family&#34;. He was speechless. Then he looked at my Trial Exam. results and said, &#34;You did not do very well in your Trial Exam. You have to work harder for the SCSC Exam.&#34;&#60;br /&#62;
Me : Yes Brother, I will.&#60;br /&#62;
Bro. Paul: Do you have any problems in your studies?&#60;br /&#62;
Me: Well, Brother, I don't seem to have a very good memory. I find it difficult to absorb what I have studied.&#60;br /&#62;
Bro. Paul: Nonsense, I don't believe in bad memory. Tell me what is your name.&#60;br /&#62;
Me: Anthony Kim, Brother.&#60;br /&#62;
Bro. Paul: See what I mean. How can you tell me that you have a bad memory? You remember your name. Go and study harder. God bless you.&#60;br /&#62;
It was my turn to be speechless.&#60;br /&#62;
Fellow Michaelians I rest my case.
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<title>Anthony Kim on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-81</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 03:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Anthony Kim</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;I remember Ahmad very well in the the Kampong Simee route of our school bus. Is Pakcik Din and Ahmad the same pereson?&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;response from Robert.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Inche Ahmad and Pak Din are two different persons.&#60;br /&#62;
Inche Ahmad was the more senior gentleman.
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-78</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:10:01 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;November 14th , 2007&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I was reading Peter Khiew's Blog and was pleasantly surprised to see the picture of Pak Din and the Ice Cream Man.&#60;br /&#62;
Sadly I can not seem to place the Ice Cream Man, but Pak Din striked me instantly.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;When I was in Primary One and Two , I used to travel to school by a private car which was our form of a mini bus then. Later I took the school bus.&#60;br /&#62;
Ahmad and a Chinese Gentleman were the bus operators then. The Chinese gent was a stout guy, works as a Detective with the Police Volunteer Reserves. I believe he was a Sargeant then.&#60;br /&#62;
Pak Din joined the service later and then followed by a younger Chinese gentleman. Joseph ,I believe is his name. he was the youngest then.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Had fun travelling in the buses and the PVR guy and Ahmad had a Rotan each in their buses. Yes , I do believe I am right.&#60;br /&#62;
Still it was fun , I do not remember them yielding the cane but that was enough to make us behave.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I wish to take the opportunity to say 'Thank You &#34; to them .&#60;br /&#62;
if anyone reading this meets them please say that the old boys remember them fondly too.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;We have John Lee , Wong Kee Fah and many more teachers to thank too.&#60;br /&#62;
this will come soon&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#38;lt;img src=&#34;http://smi.robertdesilva.com/images/PakDinandceCreammanofSmI.jpg&#34; /&#38;gt;&#60;br /&#62;
 &#60;strong&#62;Pak Din and &#34;Ice Cream Man&#34; Picture courtesy of Mr. Peter Khiew &#60;/strong&#62;&#60;strong&#62;&#60;/strong&#62;
&#60;/p&#62;</description>
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Something to make us live longer- smile, laugh aloud"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/something-light-so-smile#post-73</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 08:46:10 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Air Force One arrives at Heathrow and President Bush strides to a warm&#60;br /&#62;
and dignified handshake from the Queen.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;They ride in a 1934 Bentley to the edge of central London where they&#60;br /&#62;
 board a&#60;br /&#62;
magnificent 17th Century carriage hitched to six beautiful white horses.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;They ride towards Buckingham Palace,waving to the thousands of cheering&#60;br /&#62;
Britons.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;All is going well. Suddenly the right rear horse passes wind with a&#60;br /&#62;
most horrendous smell; an excruciating smell.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Both of them had to use handkerchiefs over their noses.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The Queen turns to President Bush, &#34;Mr.President, please accept my&#60;br /&#62;
regrets.  I am sure you understand there are some things that even a&#60;br /&#62;
 Queen&#60;br /&#62;
cannot control.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;George Bush, always trying to be &#34;Presidential,&#34; replies:&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#34;Your Majesty, please do not give the matter another thought.  If you&#60;br /&#62;
 had&#60;br /&#62;
not mentioned it, I would have thought it was one of the horses.&#34;&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#60;strong&#62;Contributed by Justin Gomez&#60;/strong&#62;&#60;strong&#62;&#60;/strong&#62;
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Fond Memories"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/fond-memories#post-72</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 04:35:09 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;November  26th , 2007&#60;br /&#62;
&#38;lt;img src=&#34;http://smi.robertdesilva.com/images/BroUltanPaul.jpg&#34; &#38;gt;&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#60;strong&#62; The Late Brother Ultan Paul. Brother Director, Brother Visitor ,  Scholar and Friend &#60;/strong&#62;&#60;strong&#62;&#60;br /&#62;
Reverend Brother Ultan Paul was the Brother Director of St. Michael's&#60;br /&#62;
from 1961 to 1971&#60;br /&#62;
and from 1986 to 1988&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Picture ..Courtesy of Mr. Peter Khiew&#60;/strong&#62;&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;will write about Brother Paul soon
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Something to make us live longer- smile, laugh aloud"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/something-light-so-smile#post-67</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 04:30:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Nov.08,2007&#60;br /&#62;
Lessons in Life.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Lesson 1&#60;br /&#62;
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;They rub it and a Genie comes out. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The Genie says, &#34;I'll give each of you just one wish.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#34;Me first! Me first!&#34; says the admin clerk. &#34;I want to be in the Bahamas driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Puff! She's gone. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#34;Me next!  Me next!&#34; says the sales rep. &#34;I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Puff! He's gone. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#34;OK, you're up,&#34; the Genie says to the manager. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The manager says, &#34;I want those two back in the office after lunch.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Lesson 2&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, &#34;Can I also sit like you and do nothing?&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The eagle answered: &#34;Sure, why not.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Lesson 3&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;A turkey was chatting with a bull. &#34;I would love to be able to get to &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;the top of that tree,&#34; sighed the turkey, &#34;but I haven't got the energy.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#34;Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?&#34; replied the bull. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;They're packed with nutrients.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Moral of the story: Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Lesson 4&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;froze and fell to the ground into a large field. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;promptly dug him out and ate him. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Morals of the story: &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut! &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;CHEERS!!&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Thanks Moo Chee&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;&#60;strong&#62; contributed by Kwan Moo Chee &#60;/strong&#62;&#60;strong&#62;&#60;/strong&#62;
&#60;/p&#62;</description>
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<title>Michael Ong on "Smile and live longer"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/smile-and-live-longer#post-46</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 04:38:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Michael Ong</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Ok, I felt the same thing, if MU lost!
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Smile and live longer"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/smile-and-live-longer#post-44</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 01:09:43 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Something to take our minds away from the daily mundane.... so smile and live a little longer&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Wife's diary vs Husband's diary &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;WIFE's DIARY&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Sunday night - I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but his mind was far away. I asked him what was wrong - he said, &#34;Nothing.&#34; I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, &#34;I love u, too.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;My life is a disaster.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;HUSBAND's DIARY &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Today Manchester United lost again. Niamah.
&#60;/p&#62;</description>
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<title>Robert de Silva on "Something to make us live longer- smile, laugh aloud"</title>
<link>http://smi.robertdesilva.com/forum/topic/something-light-so-smile#post-43</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 00:47:29 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Robert de Silva</dc:creator>
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<description>&#60;p&#62;Something to take our minds away from the daily mundane.... so smile and live a little longer&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Wife's diary vs Husband's diary  &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;WIFE's DIARY&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Sunday night - I thought he was acting weird.  We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee.  I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but his mind was far away.  I asked him what was wrong - he said, &#34;Nothing.&#34;  I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.  He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.   &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, &#34;I love u, too.&#34; &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.  He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Finally I decided to go to bed.  About 10 minutes later he came to bed.  I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep.  I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep.  I don't know what to do.  I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;My life is a disaster.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;HUSBAND's DIARY  &#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Today Manchester United lost again. Niamah.
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