Pak Ali has left the college.
One of the most prominent figures of the college (prominence based on the number of songs dedicated to them. Again, we have the Bataks to thank for). His contract ended and he didn't bother to renew it.

Oh Pak Ali. We are going to miss your little yellow post-its on our chalet doors, your gruff greetings of "Hello, hello! Ni aperr chalet bersepah ni", your careful measuring of our hairs during assembly.

There's no one quite like you. No one can scold us like you do. And arguably no one we take pleasure poking fun at (endearingly) more than you.

We know that under that tough no-nonsense exterior, you're really one of us. The things we do, the pranks we pull, the racket we make. We know deep down, you don't really mind. Because you are one of us.

You will be sorely missed.

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It's funny that they never announce anyone's going in this place. When Mr Evans left, there was no news, no notices, no farewells, nothing. One day he was there, and the next he was gone. He just left.

Similarly with Pak Ali. Most people still haven't a clue.

Maybe he was just eager on being rid of us. heh.
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Along with Pak Ali went the Old Pak Guards of the college. Now we have a bunch of New Pak Guards. Most of them are yound enough to be called Abang Guards. While the Old Pak Guards have always been very lenient (about us walking about in the early ours of the morning for example) these newbies seem a tad too enthusiastic with their jobs. But its still too early to say.

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Changes. Changes. Changes. A prelude to the Senior's graduation (and eventual passing into the realms of tertiary education) ?

"Change is not made without inconvenience, even from worse to better." -- Samuel Johnson