"Dead Man"s"Tales
Chapter 4 Is "Honesty -the Best Policy"?
Nay - I do not think so.Most honest people ended up being a pauper or worst.For me having gone through life for seventy years I very well know honesty never or seldom begets handsome rewards or good endings.In any case I write from my own experiences.Perhaps my luck was not that good most of the time.
During my life time I had come across many people who were so lucky that every thing they touched turned to solid gold.They simply got that "Midas touch". Or should I say they were born with a silver spoon.One very good example was my ex-boss he was always successful in every business he was involved in.That was why he was a millionaire.He was born rich without a doubt but by his magical touch made him even richer.
Fate I believed played an important role in our life.When young I was told or made to believed that our lives were very much in our control.Huh!!! sad to say I do not think so.Of course there were many circumstances where by people do get rewarded for hard work they put in to achieved it.
There are a lot of injustice all round. In most cases those were rich and powerful often had the major or louder say in most things.Poor men even though processed a big mouth cannot speak louder than rich men.Rich are powerful in our "boleh land". Powerful people will never be convicted in any crimes or corruptions.
These we read every day in our daily news.Our latest were the rape cases.Two rapists convicted of raping girls as young as twelve were given extremely light sentence because they still have a good future ahead.One case recorded in Kuala Lumpur, the other in Penang.So young rapists can go free or given light sentences .Older folks watch out for you have no future ahead your sentences for such crimes should be more serious.But in "boleh land" money talked louder.So have no fear - go happy raping young girls.
Ever since young we all know that those who slot very hard under the merciless sun are lowly paid.Of course in the fifties life was difficult.because after the war jobs were scare and hard to come by.Many were jobless.Manual workers toiled extremely hard under the sun just to be rewarded with nothing less than three ringgit daily in the fifties and sixties.Of course money was quite big those days.
Poor laborers were often fully exploited by the rich and powerful.Because those days only those rich had the means to provide jobs.So they can afford to demand and pay as they think so dim fit.Therefore their earnings were exceeding high and the poor workers can never or even dared to argue.
Then came the unionists,were they honest people,too? No,I do not think so,because most were fighting for themselves at the expenses of the poor workers they so claimed to represent.They survived on the subscriptions of the poor workers.Most of them were opportunists because I have met and dwelt with many of them during my long working careers.Yes,I knew them and knew how to fight them..
Turning back to younger days as a child we all had experienced how our honest father was often squandling his time away with his 'pig mates' and "dog friends" as our mother putted it.Got money his friends were always around him but when his pockets were empty the friends were no where to be seen.
Although extremely young I could remember the days when our father had money he would take us to have breakfast at the restaurant in front of the market on his new Hercules bicycle .My brother would be seated at the handle bar while I perched at the back seat.With that he would pushed us on with his so called friends tagging along.
Those were the days when at the restaurant tea would be ordered and to be shared by my brother and me.My would be served on the dish provided while the half in the cup would be for my brother.How nice to sip tea from the dish.Even today at times I had the urged to sip tea from the dish but shy of doing it in public.
Those schooling days,I was often bullied by the big boys especially those big fatties.I do not know why they always picked on me.Maybe I was tiny in statue that was why. I could not even fight back let alone honestly informed the teachers.Those fatties normally from well to do families and when they do make any compliant their compliant went nicely into the teachers' ears and poor us were punished,./
Yes!! right or wrong we would be penalized.Simply it was difficult to be honest.Honest boys in our days had difficult times with the bigger boys who bullied us.I was shoved around because for one I had no pocket money to offer them or treat them bullies.Others I think gave in weakly to their demand after all it was only a few cents.Of course come what may at times I choose to fight back.So many a times got beaten up.
Stand up like a man so they say.But is that the right attitude?. Obviously, dead wrong.It takes a lot more to be a hero.A beaten up hero?. Can you stand straight upright when trashed properly?. That were all bullish attitude.To be honest that was me all the time.With experiences behind me I think that were the stupidest attitude.
Without a doubt I learned the hard way.Having been beaten all the way through in life my attitude dived into a new transformation.I understand that I also must act like others to be successful.So no more being honest and straight forward for it does not pay.I began a new life when I joined Sri Jaya Oil Palm Estate.Well it certainly paid dividends being deceptive.You can never be too honest among crooks.
When I first joined that plantation I studied why and how my predecessor failed miserably.First and foremost I found out that he was never an experienced planter.He was directly employed after graduation from Taiwan.Being inexperience he had misconception of what it was in plantation.Thereby he listened to the others whom for their own gains misguided him.
Being a young brat fresh from the University made him arrogant and hot headed .Thus landed him him into unnecessary clashes with the employer as well as the those in the oil mill.The Engineer of the Mill was the blue eyed boy of all the Bosses.So who was he to clashed with him.A word of the Engineer was worth hundred times his.
His starborness bored him more quarrels and griefs.Yet he struggled on with constant harassment from the Mill. Without the Boss on his side he got the full blasts of all things leveled upon him.The poor guy lasted for a few years before he finally surrendered and resigned to go into business.Poor guy took the bashings from all angles until his tolerance gave way.
Having learned all those things I went into the plantation with my fingers crossed.I was prepared for the worst actually.I expected a hostile situation but it was worst than I anticipated.When I joined that estate I was met with a hostile staffs who had anticipated my early departure .However what they never knew were that I was a tough nut t crack with their co-operation.
They made sure that I was unwelcome from the very start.My first impression of the semi-D bungalow was extremely cold.The bungalow was clean no doubt but there were almost no furniture within except for two wooden beds without the mattresses.They thought that without any mattresses I would have left on the spot,but I did not bulged.
Instead I put up a night without any of those comfort, in fact I laid on those beds without them for several days.For me I had experienced those discomfort long ago so that was nothing new.IN actual fact I could had laid on the floor even there were no beds.I received another fright at the first sight of the office.It was almost a dilapidated wooden building.Oh dear,I meant that building could be blown off the ground by any strong gust of wind at anytime.
On second thought I stayed on and wait to see what would happen should any eventual collapse of the building. I was there to work and not to criticized the Boss. So I just had to accept what ever there were there was installed and carry on the best I can.As long I am paid who cares whether the office building will collapse or not.Mr predecessor could survived under those condition so can I.
To be honest I stayed on there taking each day at a time.And that day passed by with any hitch I thanked God for keeping me safe,I laid a plans every day on how I would deal with my staffs ,my contractors and my workers.I made sure that I was always breathing under their noses.Yeah I was present every where through out the day.That would put them on their toes.
Next I dealt with the Mill.Their engineer tried to pressure me from all angles.Being the blue eyed boy of the Boss he was definitely a force to reckon with.His words to the Boss carried a lot of weight while my were nothing.To combat that I went on the defensive against him.That softer approach paid dividend.Crops dispatched to the Mill were never 100 % faultless.No point arguing and quarrel all over.
Admitting my follies does not mean that we admitting all our faults.Admitting our mistakes with promises to rectify all wrongs went a long long way.By admitting our mistakes soften the angry heat looming on the Boss's face and promising to rectify it with immediate effect pleased the Boss very much.At least he does not have scold me.
How could he if I was taking all the blames and correcting on the spot my staffs as well? .Of course that worked well.Able to rectify all the faults as promised remained to be seen.Well in any case all of us knew very well that was just another mission impossible.At least that move should surprised those trying their level best to put me in troubles.
So why be so honest and quarrel over trivial matters?. One surely can never be honest and too straight forward,it never worked that way.Being defensive and deceptive goes a long way.To me excepting fault in my work does not mean that we were totally at fault nor it proved that we were at mistakes.Every body knew that it was impossible to to correct all the workers in the field.
Workers were workers ,they listened to instructions while you put the pressure on but once left alone to they repeat the same all over again.Should they be so smart they be our superior not our workers.
To be honest I survived so long - for fifteen years in that company.To be correct that was the best time of my entire working career.I worked extremely hard honestly from the very beginning ignoring all obstacles all the way.Of course I had came a long long way learning and experiencing all hard ship to reach this final stage.
Actually with my vast experienced I needed not to toil very hard because everything seemingly delivered to me on a plate,all so clearly cut,apparently waiting for me to administer the finishing touches..True I was badly shaken from the very start but soon I overcame all those obstacles.From that I managed to convince the Boss of my abilities.
Within three months I was confirmed and given an increment as well as the right to move into the new bungalow which was constructed some three years back.The Engineer after failing to break me became my good friend.With that all crop sent there were little graded if at there were it was settled without the Boss knowing them.
It was however not plain sailing all the way,because you know Chinese owned concern have their own spies around us..Ours happened to be an account clerk who had served the Boss well else where.He came rushing in like a a big cannon shooting empty bullets every where.
By now I am a seasoned man against such people.I mean people who gain favors of the Boss by carrying tales as well as spying for their gains.I hated their kind really to be honest.During my younger days I was inexperienced therefore was at a disadvantage when coming across them.I was too raw then for them but now dealing with them were seemingly chicken feed.
As usual I pretended to fear him initially just waiting for the right moment to strike him back.By lying low does not mean that I was afraid of them.On the contrary by so behaving these people will usually think that are superior and will act complacently foolishly proud. My wait was due in no time for this man was a drunkard.Simple it made him paid dearly for his position in the Company.
He was removed from the sight of the Boss without a reason.The Boss simply ignored him.Worst of all only his Assistant was ordered to relate the Boss message to him.He left without knowing why he was sacked.
Of course all along I had a hard life since a kid and that really hardened me.It made me strong in face of any obstacles.Right or wrong I just bashed on.Life was in deed very hard when we were young.What ever it was,honesty was the best policy.I and my other siblings were brought up that way.I also acknowledge that honesty does not pays many ended up as paupers.
In actual life that were never the case.Like when I was attached to St.AndrewEstate,Batang Berjuntai.In my position in that plantation I had to abide by the rules and stayed honest to survive.I established my self well with my the Bosses by just being hard working a well as honest.
In that plantation I had a family to be concern with and any wrong move by me all of us would in the streets without any thing to live on.Another thing was that I was a bad listed planter so therefore I had to work doubly hard to survive.My salary was low by all measures but beggars were no choosers.So no choice I simply had to be absolutely honest.No hanky panky.
The Bosses tested my honesty and hard from all angles and could even the slightest fault.In any plantation there were so many openings for me to make up for the loss of higher payments from the Bosses.Just like most Planters should they be unfairly paid they usually made up by creating the extra through the estate's books.The opportunities were easily available.
But I prefer to stay away and be satisfied with my meager earnings.We Malaysians Chinese can survived at even the lowest salary.So throughout my entire ten years there I remained honest.Of course there were other incentives coming in without being corrupt or by cheating the company AS long as I did not steal from the company it was no cheating.
In St.Andrew my displeasure came from some so called friends.I helped them in their times of need and treated them well,but when it came to the crunch they betrayed me.When the time came for me actually to be automatically become the Group Hospital's Chairman they opted to vote against me,although our plantation was the biggest contributor to the Group Hospital.
Of course I could had barged my way through but I prevented a rout by our company.Had I related that matter to my Boss there chances that we withdraw from that Hospital eminent..Without us that Hospital would had collapsed.Well,I just played it cool . These so called friends never respected me as I for them.
That was why It does not pay to be honest with such people So be honest to people who respect you as you for them otherwise tell them to fly kites.The understanding ought to have been mutual Well,maybe I was friendly with them and never at any time put an air as most planters do.In my case I think being friendly imbedded within them that idea that I feared them.
In any case I did not reviewed my anger on them,my revenge came later on.I hit them where it mattered most, to be related in following chapters.Another thing was that I was more interested in my job with the plantation so forgot all small squabbles.In simple I did not want to put my job in jeopardy as that Director position was not a well paying position.It does worth anything to work for nothung just a stupid name - Chairman.... ..
to be continued.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Dead Man's"Tales
Chapter 3 The Family Tree
Our roots?. Not very clear actually.Apparently our father was an adopted child.Our grandmother had only one daughter and no son.So our father was brought by her and raised up as another Cheah.
The grand old man,our grandfather passed away passed away when our father was just only a boy.Family's fortune was intact when left us.It soon took a dipped thereafter.Bits by bits the family's fortune dwindled away.When the war came the last property of the Cheahs met its fate.
It was almost demolished by the withdrawing British.Apparently they did not not that old mill to fall into the Japanese hands.So its machinery were taken down and thrown into the Perak river just behind the Mill.
When they tried to operate the Mill once again during the occupation thee were insufficient funds in hand to put it back to its former glory.Faced with that the family decided to sell all its shares away.All sold to another partner who was financially sound to rebuilt it..
Our dear grandmother obtained her share which she used to purchase another piece of land along Anson Road.Her final interest was her immediate family.She made sure the was a roof over our over our heads.On that land she constructed a wooden attap house,in which we lived. Believing that would be our last santuary when all else had been depleted.
She was protecting us in fact.She wanted us to have at least have a home of our own over our heads even all were lost.She really held on to it until forced to part away with it.
She did it to give her son a chance to prove himself .Unfortunately her fate in him was lost as he was never a good businessman.
Despite all odds me and my siblings made it good.Our sister just two years older than me achieved the best results in the Overseas Senior Cambridge Examinations in 1958 for Lower Perak District.We were then residing in the rubber estate where no electricity were supplied after 10 p.m. and she had to slot through on dim kerosene lamp lighting till the late,late nights.
She was given a temporary teaching position at the Convent School,Teluk Anson.She was thee slightly about a year before she was selected to go on to a teacher training course in Brinsford Lodge,United Kingdom.So about a year our lives improved.After she left to England we came back to square one.
I was then in Form four and my brother in form two.In order to make ends meet our mother left for tapping rubber in the small holders which paid slightly higher wages.With that we had to shift away from the plantation's line sites.There was no end to our hardship but heaven forbade we survived.
We resided until I finished my School Certificate examinations.Almost immediate I secured a job in a rubber plantation.That was how I began my career in planting.I stumbled onto planting not by choice but by coincidence of wanting to work so as to ease down the burden already hanging on our mother.Jobs were scare then,so I had grabbed on to just any job that came along.
The Boss of the plantation happened to be our uncle's client and friend.He came along while I was having a holiday with our Auntie in Kuala Lumpur.The job came handy just by mouth.There neither application our anything else. That was it and I employed.
Another reason why I could never be selective because I just simply in a hurry to make good and be a success in life -become some body fast,so that I can win back the girl was madly in love with.However that was fat hope because Before I could be a achieved anything O received news of her marriage which saddened me tremendously.
I was so devastated that it nearly killed me off then and there.Say what you may but I was not a brave man without a doubt and lived on to lament on.So I survived on.Once established in planting it was never easy to walk peacefully away.
True ,I had encountered many little ups and many disastrous downs.Many a times I had to practically crawled my way back to Paradise.It is true that there are flash of lighting at the end of the rainbow.Despite the downfalls along my career as a planter met my present wife ,an old flame in Bentong,Pahnag .
Somehow we parted and met up again to be married as life long partners.Together we have three Children.two girls and one boy.Our first daughter came into our lives when I was in K.C.Cheah Sawmill,Karak,Pahang..
Her coming brought me some good luck,because as soon as she was born at the Bentong Hospital,Bentong,Pahang.I secured the job of Manager St.Andrew Estate,Batang Berjuntai,Selangor.We named her Cheah Yue Kit.
We lived happily there for ten beautiful years.Living in a plantation was like living in a small kingdom and our little daughter and maids to take care and play with her most of the time.She even had a maid attending to her while beginning school in a primary school in Kg.Kuantan.
Our second child joined us two years later,to be followed by a son three years later.We named him Cheah Wye Fueng after the small towering hill in that region.It was a glorious piece of hill land,from which I ruled that thousand over acres.
We lived a wonder life there for te long years before we shifted into business.I traded from that tiny town Batang Berjuntai,Selangor.How true it was for doing business in a small town was like breeding fishes in tiny ponds.Small pond can never breed big fish.It was an extremely bad venture and I faltered easily.
We survived thereafter in Bentong,Pahang in rather poor conditions,but the whole episode was short lived.The bad spell never disheartened us instead it toughened us both mentally and physically to face the worst to come ahead.We were prepared for future bad things to come .
Fortunately fate was not bad to me towards the end. For after lying low for a couple of months I soon secured a job with Sri Jaya Oil Palm Estate,Sri Jaya,Pahang as Manager.There I strive hard to keep my family together.
I had to, because my children were now growing up teenagers.It was no easy task surviving in a Chinese owned concerned but I did.With honesty,patient,perseverance and plenty of earnestly hard work with a loyal heart,of course.There were times the Boss disbelieved my loyalty or his eyes perceived but I managed to convinced him fully without a scratch.
I was handsomely rewarded by hefty increased in salaries considering all other Malaysian Chinese standards.Actually surviving under him was a miracle let for fifteen glorious years.I needed to survive all those years because my children then were growing up teenagers.
All of them finishing secondary schooling and going into colleges.Therefore I could never afford to make any slips .Of course I could be insincere and dishonest and made a couple of millions but I opt not to do so.Jokes aside all these were within easy reach.In fact the Boss knew that I knew all about the cheating game.No big deal really..
Or had I been greedy sufficiently I would had done so.But alas!!! that was never my motto in life.Honesty bore nothing in the end you remained a pauper - because whatever it were those unscrupulous Bosses still harbored evil thoughts regardless about you or your good intentions.Honesty is never the best policy.
These people could never believe what they perceived.To them all men are evil and corrupted accept themselves. It was as if they had the sole right to cheat others. Others are not entitled to do so.You cheat you are corrupted but should they swindled you they had the legitimate rights to do so.That why all men whenever in high position are corrupted.Malaysia boleh.The law apparently always opn the side of those who had money.
Well,that were my opinions.In any case without being a cheap cheat all my children grew up gracefully. My eldest daughter grew up and went to college.Half way through she left to join the Malaysian Airways as an Air Stewardess.. Later she resigned to get married to a French.
His name is Christian Malleck and works for the French Air as an Senior Engineer.Together they begets two sons.My elder grandson is called Julian,16 and younger one is called Sebastian 11..All schooling in France.
My second daughter ,Cheah Yue Ky,similarly attended college and left half way like her sister to join the Malaysia Air lines also as an Air Stewardess.She was attached to Air Asia for a few years before joining Air Lines stationed in Dubai.
Later she resigned to be married to a Dutchman.Together they have two beautiful children a boy named Enzo .11 and a girl 9.The reside in Holland where her husband worked as a businessman.
Finally my son lived with us in Kuala Lumpur,Malaysia.HE married a local Chinese girl named Ho........ Yee and together they have a lovely daughter 7 months old.My son is doing his own computer business.
So you see I have a lovely family.That is all that matters.Money I have little but that is sufficient to tie us through life.Being happy with the family is utmost important.Money can be earned as long as we have the happy attitude to perform well.
What good it be should have all the money in the world without the family happily around you.In most cases if the rich has plenty of money they do not have their family around supporting them.In fact most of their children awaits his passing - fast and good so that they can divide the fortune they stolen from the poor.Most passed away sadly.Need I relate any stories..........no need really..
To be continued..........................
Chapter 3 The Family Tree
Our roots?. Not very clear actually.Apparently our father was an adopted child.Our grandmother had only one daughter and no son.So our father was brought by her and raised up as another Cheah.
The grand old man,our grandfather passed away passed away when our father was just only a boy.Family's fortune was intact when left us.It soon took a dipped thereafter.Bits by bits the family's fortune dwindled away.When the war came the last property of the Cheahs met its fate.
It was almost demolished by the withdrawing British.Apparently they did not not that old mill to fall into the Japanese hands.So its machinery were taken down and thrown into the Perak river just behind the Mill.
When they tried to operate the Mill once again during the occupation thee were insufficient funds in hand to put it back to its former glory.Faced with that the family decided to sell all its shares away.All sold to another partner who was financially sound to rebuilt it..
Our dear grandmother obtained her share which she used to purchase another piece of land along Anson Road.Her final interest was her immediate family.She made sure the was a roof over our over our heads.On that land she constructed a wooden attap house,in which we lived. Believing that would be our last santuary when all else had been depleted.
She was protecting us in fact.She wanted us to have at least have a home of our own over our heads even all were lost.She really held on to it until forced to part away with it.
She did it to give her son a chance to prove himself .Unfortunately her fate in him was lost as he was never a good businessman.
Despite all odds me and my siblings made it good.Our sister just two years older than me achieved the best results in the Overseas Senior Cambridge Examinations in 1958 for Lower Perak District.We were then residing in the rubber estate where no electricity were supplied after 10 p.m. and she had to slot through on dim kerosene lamp lighting till the late,late nights.
She was given a temporary teaching position at the Convent School,Teluk Anson.She was thee slightly about a year before she was selected to go on to a teacher training course in Brinsford Lodge,United Kingdom.So about a year our lives improved.After she left to England we came back to square one.
I was then in Form four and my brother in form two.In order to make ends meet our mother left for tapping rubber in the small holders which paid slightly higher wages.With that we had to shift away from the plantation's line sites.There was no end to our hardship but heaven forbade we survived.
We resided until I finished my School Certificate examinations.Almost immediate I secured a job in a rubber plantation.That was how I began my career in planting.I stumbled onto planting not by choice but by coincidence of wanting to work so as to ease down the burden already hanging on our mother.Jobs were scare then,so I had grabbed on to just any job that came along.
The Boss of the plantation happened to be our uncle's client and friend.He came along while I was having a holiday with our Auntie in Kuala Lumpur.The job came handy just by mouth.There neither application our anything else. That was it and I employed.
Another reason why I could never be selective because I just simply in a hurry to make good and be a success in life -become some body fast,so that I can win back the girl was madly in love with.However that was fat hope because Before I could be a achieved anything O received news of her marriage which saddened me tremendously.
I was so devastated that it nearly killed me off then and there.Say what you may but I was not a brave man without a doubt and lived on to lament on.So I survived on.Once established in planting it was never easy to walk peacefully away.
True ,I had encountered many little ups and many disastrous downs.Many a times I had to practically crawled my way back to Paradise.It is true that there are flash of lighting at the end of the rainbow.Despite the downfalls along my career as a planter met my present wife ,an old flame in Bentong,Pahnag .
Somehow we parted and met up again to be married as life long partners.Together we have three Children.two girls and one boy.Our first daughter came into our lives when I was in K.C.Cheah Sawmill,Karak,Pahang..
Her coming brought me some good luck,because as soon as she was born at the Bentong Hospital,Bentong,Pahang.I secured the job of Manager St.Andrew Estate,Batang Berjuntai,Selangor.We named her Cheah Yue Kit.
We lived happily there for ten beautiful years.Living in a plantation was like living in a small kingdom and our little daughter and maids to take care and play with her most of the time.She even had a maid attending to her while beginning school in a primary school in Kg.Kuantan.
Our second child joined us two years later,to be followed by a son three years later.We named him Cheah Wye Fueng after the small towering hill in that region.It was a glorious piece of hill land,from which I ruled that thousand over acres.
We lived a wonder life there for te long years before we shifted into business.I traded from that tiny town Batang Berjuntai,Selangor.How true it was for doing business in a small town was like breeding fishes in tiny ponds.Small pond can never breed big fish.It was an extremely bad venture and I faltered easily.
We survived thereafter in Bentong,Pahang in rather poor conditions,but the whole episode was short lived.The bad spell never disheartened us instead it toughened us both mentally and physically to face the worst to come ahead.We were prepared for future bad things to come .
Fortunately fate was not bad to me towards the end. For after lying low for a couple of months I soon secured a job with Sri Jaya Oil Palm Estate,Sri Jaya,Pahang as Manager.There I strive hard to keep my family together.
I had to, because my children were now growing up teenagers.It was no easy task surviving in a Chinese owned concerned but I did.With honesty,patient,perseverance and plenty of earnestly hard work with a loyal heart,of course.There were times the Boss disbelieved my loyalty or his eyes perceived but I managed to convinced him fully without a scratch.
I was handsomely rewarded by hefty increased in salaries considering all other Malaysian Chinese standards.Actually surviving under him was a miracle let for fifteen glorious years.I needed to survive all those years because my children then were growing up teenagers.
All of them finishing secondary schooling and going into colleges.Therefore I could never afford to make any slips .Of course I could be insincere and dishonest and made a couple of millions but I opt not to do so.Jokes aside all these were within easy reach.In fact the Boss knew that I knew all about the cheating game.No big deal really..
Or had I been greedy sufficiently I would had done so.But alas!!! that was never my motto in life.Honesty bore nothing in the end you remained a pauper - because whatever it were those unscrupulous Bosses still harbored evil thoughts regardless about you or your good intentions.Honesty is never the best policy.
These people could never believe what they perceived.To them all men are evil and corrupted accept themselves. It was as if they had the sole right to cheat others. Others are not entitled to do so.You cheat you are corrupted but should they swindled you they had the legitimate rights to do so.That why all men whenever in high position are corrupted.Malaysia boleh.The law apparently always opn the side of those who had money.
Well,that were my opinions.In any case without being a cheap cheat all my children grew up gracefully. My eldest daughter grew up and went to college.Half way through she left to join the Malaysian Airways as an Air Stewardess.. Later she resigned to get married to a French.
His name is Christian Malleck and works for the French Air as an Senior Engineer.Together they begets two sons.My elder grandson is called Julian,16 and younger one is called Sebastian 11..All schooling in France.
My second daughter ,Cheah Yue Ky,similarly attended college and left half way like her sister to join the Malaysia Air lines also as an Air Stewardess.She was attached to Air Asia for a few years before joining Air Lines stationed in Dubai.
Later she resigned to be married to a Dutchman.Together they have two beautiful children a boy named Enzo .11 and a girl 9.The reside in Holland where her husband worked as a businessman.
Finally my son lived with us in Kuala Lumpur,Malaysia.HE married a local Chinese girl named Ho........ Yee and together they have a lovely daughter 7 months old.My son is doing his own computer business.
So you see I have a lovely family.That is all that matters.Money I have little but that is sufficient to tie us through life.Being happy with the family is utmost important.Money can be earned as long as we have the happy attitude to perform well.
What good it be should have all the money in the world without the family happily around you.In most cases if the rich has plenty of money they do not have their family around supporting them.In fact most of their children awaits his passing - fast and good so that they can divide the fortune they stolen from the poor.Most passed away sadly.Need I relate any stories..........no need really..
To be continued..........................
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Dead Man's Tales Chapter 2 Talking about Money
"Dead Man's" Tales.
Chapter Two Talking about Money
I was never born rich or what they so say born with a silver spoon in the mouth.Without a doubt I was brought up in a poor family.Rather I was born in a family where the family fortune had dwindled away.
It happened during the Japanese occupation,I and my other siblings spent our childhood days in a wooden attap house along Anson Road,Telok Intan,Perak.That was the last remaining property of the once great Cheah clan.Our dear grandmother held on to it on her dear dear life,clinging on to it ,though there were pressure for her to sell it away for their own gains but she flatly refuted them,sending them away empty handed..
Though we were poor but all of us survived on.True money were scared those days.Initially we lived on some of Granny's savings but those never lasted long,so our dear mother was forced to work as a rubber tapper.The meager income she had barely sufficient to keep us going but we went through them
Our dear father was not able to secure any proper employment.Jobs those days were scare and difficult to come by.Should there be any the payment was extremely low.Our father had only a secondary education,that which he never complete as well.So where to find suitable employment..
.As far as we remember he did some timber trading from our house's compound.That was actually nothing accept a few pieces of planks and beroties.His daily sales were insufficient for his daily tea time with his pals..My grand mother simply refused to support him further.In actual fact she was damn right -as it was pointless.
Then he got joined as a home guard during the emergency,stationed around Kampar in those old tin mining fields.When I was about seven years old he took our whole family to view his place of work.That day we also visited Ipoh for the first time.With him in employment and our mother working as a rubber tapper locally our lives improved slightly.
As a child we never had any used for money.Anything we required were provided for,especially when our grandmother was around .Those days along Anson Road not much used of money accept for occasional passing hawkers catering with beard and cakes etc. Not much to choose from really.
It was only when I was slightly older that I knew the importance of money.So when I and my brother required some pocket money.I would slowly sneaked behind our house and climbed up one or two coconut trees.
Our plot of land was about one and a half acre partly planted with some tall coconut palms.Just imagine those tall palm as tall as 30 feet high and I scaled them, at my age of six or seven.It was actually dangerous encounters and one minor mistake could be very fatal. The climbing down surely scaled my bare chest.It really hurts for quite a few days but no choice I had to do it for some pocket money.
Thereafter to concealed my wounds on the chest I had to put on a shirt all day long for a few days instead of running bared body.I would do the plucking and my kid brother would guide me which to pluck from the bottom.He also served as a look out for our parents.
The "Kanchang putih" fat Indian man gave us ten to twenty cents each,depending on the size.Real exploitations indeed but what can we do?. He was the sole buyer we know those days.We had plenty of other fruits behind our house then.There were sugar cane which consumed almost daily.Other fruits were Guavas,papayas and water apples.
Should we feel hungry at times we just simply go digging for sweet potatoes in that piece of land.Roasted sweet potatoes surely tasted very nice t hose days.Roasting in the field made them more tasty.Firewood were readily available - for us the old coconut leaves.
Those potatoes were actually planted by paternal grandfather whom had them planted whenever he was around our house.Those potatoes also provided us with green vegetables.Of course he also planted other types of vegetables for local consumption only.Nothing was for sales.
Of course,those plucking of coconuts happened whenever our maternal grandmother or parents were not around.Should they be around there was no need to do that.Then when we initially went to school we had about ten cents per day.Those days ten cents you can easily purchased a bowl of soup mee at the school canteen.
That money stopped when our father had no more job.His services as a home guard was terminated with the end of emergency.His troop was disbanded and he became jobless.Later our uncle gave him a job selling sawn timber at $ 5.00 per day.
After a year or so our uncle gave up that business.Our father thought that was a really good time then to continue that business so he pestered our dear grandmother to sell that final property away.With much persuasion our grandmother reluctantly surrendered that piece of land.
It was sold at an extremely low price of fourteen thousand ringgit.We were really exploited by the buyer.But there was nothing we could do as those there no other buyers.Part of the money was given our father to continue the timber trading business.Our dear father never a good business man .I was about thirteen years old then.
The share he got did not last very long as he never invest all those cash into it.He slowly spend them away on leisure and gambling mahjong..A really sad tale in fact,no need crying over split milk.In any case he never was a good businessman.When he was trading we were forced to live at hos work site in a tiny room.In fact it was office cum room.
When we had no money there were times that we did not have food on the table.Fortunately there was a nice teenager who worked as an illegal number runner helped us out a little by purchasing some rice for us.Our mother was forced to return to tapping rubber in Sungei Nibong.We know because we do helped in the cleaning of latex cups those days during school holidays.
I was in form two then and had to walked to school in Raja Musa quite a distance away from our house along Jalan Immigration.On the way we would dropped by our Auntie's house (our mother's youngest sister) for breakfast,consisting plain bread with home made "kaya".It was indeed very kind of her for helping us.
We are forever grateful for her kind gesture.There were days we went hungry without breakfast especially when we saw our Auntie's husband around the house.We were too shy and shunned away without any thing to eat.Not that he would reprimand us.
No nothing of that sort, only thing was he was not smiling most of the time.He was very stern looking that was why we were afraid of him.Actually he was one of the kindest soul around.Beside us there were other cousins eating there.True our mother did pay them something but we knew very well those something were really nothing.
Those days we never had any money going to school and should we be thirsty or hungry, the taps in school and around quenched our thirst. I remembered an occasion where my brother and I went along with the boys in I Immigration Road went all out to carry funeral banners for a dollar or so.
Actually after our service we were paid two dollars while my brother got only one for carrying a smaller banner.Many of our parents' friend saw us even though we tried to hide our faces among those banners.Following we shied away from being banner bearers in funerals.Actually there was no shame in earning honest money at least we did not begged or steal..
On receiving our money we went for a hefty breakfast,a thing we never had for a long long time.Those days twenty cents per bowl of curry mee.Oh yea we enjoyed ourselves fully.The balance we spent them slowly.Most important we never did what we did ever again.It really was an experience we never forget..
Our dear old maternal grandmother was saddened when she saw the collapse of our father's trading.She was so sad that she nearly collapsed on the spot especially when she saw the living conditions we were experiencing.The worst was she began to blame herself for what had become of us and that slowly made her lose her memories.
There was a moment we found her lying in an unsold coffin.She was lost as our shop was turned into a coffin house.We had to plead with her to come home to us.Apparently she lost her will to live on.Fortunately she listened to us when we pleaded with her.
On another occasion we found her missing from our house and we were forced to search every where for her.We spread out to find her and she was located by my brother at the "Indian jetty" a short distance away.Fortunately we located her before she really jumped into the river.Sad to admit she had to be dragged and carried home.
Somehow our dear auntie from Kuala Lumpur came to know about that and immediately rushed down to Teluk Anson and whisked her back home without a word to our parents Our grandmother was never allowed home to Teluk Anson.
So when she yearned to see her grand children we were requested to be there during our school holidays.By then we were forced to leave Immigration Road as our father could afford to pay its rental.Luckily our mother secured a rubber tapping position in Ratanui Estate,two miles away along Changkat Jong Road..
While employed there she was allotted a one room living quarter in the plantation line sites.All of us - there were five of us including our father lived in that quarter.The room was very tiny ,so our mother and sister slept on an old bed while I and brother slept under the bed.Our father slept along the verandah.Those the days-very rough indeed.
Despite the control of lighting etc.estate switched off their electrical lighting by 10 p.m.Poor sister she studied under a tiny kerosene lamp. Our dearest sister scored the best Overseas Cambridge School Examinations with the best result in Lower Perak District.Those days five or six distinctions meant allot.
However before she saw her results she actually became a temporary teacher with the Convent School.With her working that eased our mother's burden a lot.It was shortlived as she was later selected to do s teachers.training course in Brinsford Lodge,United Kingdom.
While residing in Ratanui Estate,we had to cycle to school most of the time.We never had any new bicycle but very old ones.Initially we went to school by bus and when we had no money for the fare we had to walk to school which was two miles away.Later we were given the old bicycle and we cycled to school.
I remembered those bone shakers we had .Creeking and sqeezing all the way to school.A puncture meant we had to push the bic to school or leave at at home.Whatever it was we rarely missed school.I was about sixteen years old then and doing form five.
That year I remembered dearly as in that year 1959 I met a very beautiful and charming young girl.That year I was so infactuated with her that I lost my heart. Sad to admit after a short friendship I was told to get lost by her family member.I was extremely hurt and I foolishly cried as I left her house. I never gave her up but promised myself to do good in future to win her back..Did that materialized?No,never,I never made it ,but my heart still yearned for her.Fate has indeed been cruel to me.
When our sister went for the Teacher Training course we shifted away from the rubber plantation to reside in a rented room along Pasir Pedamar Road..Our mother had left the estate for small holder for slightly better payment.Our father got a minor job teaching Chinese to some fishermen or fishermen's children for a small fee.
So I and my brother actually lived in that room for a couple of months.When I finally sat for my Senior Cambridge Overseas Examinations our Auntie still send for us to spend our holidays with her.Maybe she was still thinking of her dear mother who had passed away two years back.
Oh yes despite our poor condition we were always spending our school holidays in Kuala Lumpur as our grandmother yearned for our presence there,.So we were always there during school holidays.While she was alive we always had a marvelous time in K.L.That did stopped even after her passing.
to be continued when inspired.
Chapter Two Talking about Money
I was never born rich or what they so say born with a silver spoon in the mouth.Without a doubt I was brought up in a poor family.Rather I was born in a family where the family fortune had dwindled away.
It happened during the Japanese occupation,I and my other siblings spent our childhood days in a wooden attap house along Anson Road,Telok Intan,Perak.That was the last remaining property of the once great Cheah clan.Our dear grandmother held on to it on her dear dear life,clinging on to it ,though there were pressure for her to sell it away for their own gains but she flatly refuted them,sending them away empty handed..
Though we were poor but all of us survived on.True money were scared those days.Initially we lived on some of Granny's savings but those never lasted long,so our dear mother was forced to work as a rubber tapper.The meager income she had barely sufficient to keep us going but we went through them
Our dear father was not able to secure any proper employment.Jobs those days were scare and difficult to come by.Should there be any the payment was extremely low.Our father had only a secondary education,that which he never complete as well.So where to find suitable employment..
.As far as we remember he did some timber trading from our house's compound.That was actually nothing accept a few pieces of planks and beroties.His daily sales were insufficient for his daily tea time with his pals..My grand mother simply refused to support him further.In actual fact she was damn right -as it was pointless.
Then he got joined as a home guard during the emergency,stationed around Kampar in those old tin mining fields.When I was about seven years old he took our whole family to view his place of work.That day we also visited Ipoh for the first time.With him in employment and our mother working as a rubber tapper locally our lives improved slightly.
As a child we never had any used for money.Anything we required were provided for,especially when our grandmother was around .Those days along Anson Road not much used of money accept for occasional passing hawkers catering with beard and cakes etc. Not much to choose from really.
It was only when I was slightly older that I knew the importance of money.So when I and my brother required some pocket money.I would slowly sneaked behind our house and climbed up one or two coconut trees.
Our plot of land was about one and a half acre partly planted with some tall coconut palms.Just imagine those tall palm as tall as 30 feet high and I scaled them, at my age of six or seven.It was actually dangerous encounters and one minor mistake could be very fatal. The climbing down surely scaled my bare chest.It really hurts for quite a few days but no choice I had to do it for some pocket money.
Thereafter to concealed my wounds on the chest I had to put on a shirt all day long for a few days instead of running bared body.I would do the plucking and my kid brother would guide me which to pluck from the bottom.He also served as a look out for our parents.
The "Kanchang putih" fat Indian man gave us ten to twenty cents each,depending on the size.Real exploitations indeed but what can we do?. He was the sole buyer we know those days.We had plenty of other fruits behind our house then.There were sugar cane which consumed almost daily.Other fruits were Guavas,papayas and water apples.
Should we feel hungry at times we just simply go digging for sweet potatoes in that piece of land.Roasted sweet potatoes surely tasted very nice t hose days.Roasting in the field made them more tasty.Firewood were readily available - for us the old coconut leaves.
Those potatoes were actually planted by paternal grandfather whom had them planted whenever he was around our house.Those potatoes also provided us with green vegetables.Of course he also planted other types of vegetables for local consumption only.Nothing was for sales.
Of course,those plucking of coconuts happened whenever our maternal grandmother or parents were not around.Should they be around there was no need to do that.Then when we initially went to school we had about ten cents per day.Those days ten cents you can easily purchased a bowl of soup mee at the school canteen.
That money stopped when our father had no more job.His services as a home guard was terminated with the end of emergency.His troop was disbanded and he became jobless.Later our uncle gave him a job selling sawn timber at $ 5.00 per day.
After a year or so our uncle gave up that business.Our father thought that was a really good time then to continue that business so he pestered our dear grandmother to sell that final property away.With much persuasion our grandmother reluctantly surrendered that piece of land.
It was sold at an extremely low price of fourteen thousand ringgit.We were really exploited by the buyer.But there was nothing we could do as those there no other buyers.Part of the money was given our father to continue the timber trading business.Our dear father never a good business man .I was about thirteen years old then.
The share he got did not last very long as he never invest all those cash into it.He slowly spend them away on leisure and gambling mahjong..A really sad tale in fact,no need crying over split milk.In any case he never was a good businessman.When he was trading we were forced to live at hos work site in a tiny room.In fact it was office cum room.
When we had no money there were times that we did not have food on the table.Fortunately there was a nice teenager who worked as an illegal number runner helped us out a little by purchasing some rice for us.Our mother was forced to return to tapping rubber in Sungei Nibong.We know because we do helped in the cleaning of latex cups those days during school holidays.
I was in form two then and had to walked to school in Raja Musa quite a distance away from our house along Jalan Immigration.On the way we would dropped by our Auntie's house (our mother's youngest sister) for breakfast,consisting plain bread with home made "kaya".It was indeed very kind of her for helping us.
We are forever grateful for her kind gesture.There were days we went hungry without breakfast especially when we saw our Auntie's husband around the house.We were too shy and shunned away without any thing to eat.Not that he would reprimand us.
No nothing of that sort, only thing was he was not smiling most of the time.He was very stern looking that was why we were afraid of him.Actually he was one of the kindest soul around.Beside us there were other cousins eating there.True our mother did pay them something but we knew very well those something were really nothing.
Those days we never had any money going to school and should we be thirsty or hungry, the taps in school and around quenched our thirst. I remembered an occasion where my brother and I went along with the boys in I Immigration Road went all out to carry funeral banners for a dollar or so.
Actually after our service we were paid two dollars while my brother got only one for carrying a smaller banner.Many of our parents' friend saw us even though we tried to hide our faces among those banners.Following we shied away from being banner bearers in funerals.Actually there was no shame in earning honest money at least we did not begged or steal..
On receiving our money we went for a hefty breakfast,a thing we never had for a long long time.Those days twenty cents per bowl of curry mee.Oh yea we enjoyed ourselves fully.The balance we spent them slowly.Most important we never did what we did ever again.It really was an experience we never forget..
Our dear old maternal grandmother was saddened when she saw the collapse of our father's trading.She was so sad that she nearly collapsed on the spot especially when she saw the living conditions we were experiencing.The worst was she began to blame herself for what had become of us and that slowly made her lose her memories.
There was a moment we found her lying in an unsold coffin.She was lost as our shop was turned into a coffin house.We had to plead with her to come home to us.Apparently she lost her will to live on.Fortunately she listened to us when we pleaded with her.
On another occasion we found her missing from our house and we were forced to search every where for her.We spread out to find her and she was located by my brother at the "Indian jetty" a short distance away.Fortunately we located her before she really jumped into the river.Sad to admit she had to be dragged and carried home.
Somehow our dear auntie from Kuala Lumpur came to know about that and immediately rushed down to Teluk Anson and whisked her back home without a word to our parents Our grandmother was never allowed home to Teluk Anson.
So when she yearned to see her grand children we were requested to be there during our school holidays.By then we were forced to leave Immigration Road as our father could afford to pay its rental.Luckily our mother secured a rubber tapping position in Ratanui Estate,two miles away along Changkat Jong Road..
While employed there she was allotted a one room living quarter in the plantation line sites.All of us - there were five of us including our father lived in that quarter.The room was very tiny ,so our mother and sister slept on an old bed while I and brother slept under the bed.Our father slept along the verandah.Those the days-very rough indeed.
Despite the control of lighting etc.estate switched off their electrical lighting by 10 p.m.Poor sister she studied under a tiny kerosene lamp. Our dearest sister scored the best Overseas Cambridge School Examinations with the best result in Lower Perak District.Those days five or six distinctions meant allot.
However before she saw her results she actually became a temporary teacher with the Convent School.With her working that eased our mother's burden a lot.It was shortlived as she was later selected to do s teachers.training course in Brinsford Lodge,United Kingdom.
While residing in Ratanui Estate,we had to cycle to school most of the time.We never had any new bicycle but very old ones.Initially we went to school by bus and when we had no money for the fare we had to walk to school which was two miles away.Later we were given the old bicycle and we cycled to school.
I remembered those bone shakers we had .Creeking and sqeezing all the way to school.A puncture meant we had to push the bic to school or leave at at home.Whatever it was we rarely missed school.I was about sixteen years old then and doing form five.
That year I remembered dearly as in that year 1959 I met a very beautiful and charming young girl.That year I was so infactuated with her that I lost my heart. Sad to admit after a short friendship I was told to get lost by her family member.I was extremely hurt and I foolishly cried as I left her house. I never gave her up but promised myself to do good in future to win her back..Did that materialized?No,never,I never made it ,but my heart still yearned for her.Fate has indeed been cruel to me.
When our sister went for the Teacher Training course we shifted away from the rubber plantation to reside in a rented room along Pasir Pedamar Road..Our mother had left the estate for small holder for slightly better payment.Our father got a minor job teaching Chinese to some fishermen or fishermen's children for a small fee.
So I and my brother actually lived in that room for a couple of months.When I finally sat for my Senior Cambridge Overseas Examinations our Auntie still send for us to spend our holidays with her.Maybe she was still thinking of her dear mother who had passed away two years back.
Oh yes despite our poor condition we were always spending our school holidays in Kuala Lumpur as our grandmother yearned for our presence there,.So we were always there during school holidays.While she was alive we always had a marvelous time in K.L.That did stopped even after her passing.
to be continued when inspired.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
"Dead Man's" Tales
Chapter 1 At Seventy
Well,well.two months back I celebrated my 70th.birthday.What can I say?. There is no denying that I have been blessed to survive past seventy.What a great feeling to be above seventy.Simply great that I have made it despite the odds against my health.Imagine many people had not made thus far.I am plain lucky.
I dare say there are nothing more to ask for- maybe to have my age extended for another ten, perhaps.Twenty would be too much.With God's blessing and our present day medications,I don't see why not?.
At seventy I maybe quite troublesome to others.Maybe my immediate family,i.e.,my children whom I will have to depend on very much should I live longer.Well,I leave that to fate.Anyway,that ought not deter me from continue living further on.I will carry on living,God willing.
At seventy,it is no big deal really.Health wise my whole picture is seemingly gloomy. I survived a bout of Luekaemia (AML) in year 2000.That was twelve years ago,today I am apparently free from it.But at seventy other sicknesses loomed around the corners.
When I was sickened with cancer,I was also sick with diabetics and high blood pressure. These had effected me badly especially my eyes sights.During those days the Medics at the University Hospital examined and found that I had tiny droplets if blood in my eyes.It was not effecting my sights and they allowed them be,promising to do something when my health improved and only should those effects my sights.
My problem does not end there because being a diabetic,other co-related sickness dropped by too.Such high blood pressure and cholesterol followed suit.Presently I am on medications on these.Horridly I had many medicines to swallow.For my diabetics recently I was put on insulin injections.I think I am damn lucky the cancer which I had did not bother me all these twelve years.
My problems did not end there for of late I also had some pain in the joints although not that serious,though at times I do get gout which kept me from walking around.However,pain killing injections and medications can keep them at bay.Other than that I get occasional cramps in me legs,nothing bad really only pain for a while during my sleep which soon wore off.
I used to exercise for at least two hours each early morning at 4 a.m. after my cancer.Nothing tedious but just simple slow walking-actually the "cancer walk'.It did me a world of good keep me fit as a fiddle and away with cancer.
But unfortunately of late that had to be terminated as my legs apparently seem to be getting more tired, unwilling to obey my command to perform as it should.I seem to be heavier for my over worked tired legs.
The joints especially the kneels occasionally gave me pain but they were alright after some rest.So that leaves not much choice but to abstain from more exercises.Well at least that gave reason sufficient to to rest a bit more.So I exercised very much lesser presently.
Another thing I think age has finally caught up with me .
I think my age does not permit me to work that hard,it augers some rest and why not?.I actually had not rested at all during my working days. Since I have worked and exercised almost most of life it finally is time to rest and take things easy.
I suspect I am down with Parkinson Disease.Maybe it is the beginning.My hands shake are slightly , thereby I could hardly write properly or clearly now .I used to paint and sketch and because of my shaky hands I had temporarily stop drawing altogether.I last saw the doctor who checked me on my cancer regularly and told him about my position.
He recommended that I consult with their specialist on that,but I refused.Not that I am scared of its existence but because I am fed up with more medications.The thoughts of more tablets to swallow makes me shrink.Sure it could do me a world of good.
Presently I am already on too many medications.At this stage I think it better allow nature to follow its natural course.Well,should that sickness overcome me so be it,the Lord's will be done.It best to face reality once and for all.
No big deal really.as my kidneys are only 26% healthy,Should I saved myself from Parkinson I still had to me weak weak kidneys and at my age,go for kidneys transplant overseas?. Suitable kidneys can be purchased from donors at an affordable price in India or China.Why spent those hard cash that way?.
With all these I still cannot get my real self back.By that I mean a strong and healthy me.No I cannot be as young as I wished to be,only God can transformed me not otherwise so why waste time trying.It simply futile wish.Allow what will be - be what ever it be?..
Besides,those kidneys could be more useful to some much younger guys who had still a longer life to live.I am over the hills,having a new kidney does me not much good.The Lord has given me a good life and should He want me to go I will go peacefully not fight His Will.
My problems did not end there.In the year 2004,I was hospitalized with what seem to be a minor stroke.A minor stroke ? Not really because I thought otherwise.On the medical point of view initially as a minor stroke which they later claimed as an imbalance of food uptake which caused my sudden collapsed.
See,in March 2004,I went for my evening walk as usual and at the Kentucky junction near to my residence stumbled upon a white candle placed there.This lighted candle was placed there by someone of a deceased family to direct mourners to their home to pay their last respect to the demised.
Not only that the candle was also supposed to direct spirits from the other world, welcoming them to the deceased house.The candle was also shield with plastic covers to prevent from wind blowing it off,plus also protecting it from rain.
This was quite a normal thing around but that day as I approached near it,I had a little eerie feeling as I passed.Thereafter,I returned home without any hitch along the way.However I was exceptionally quiet,had my dinner without any problems
That evening I remember I had roasted lamb and some green vegetables for dinner.After dinner I remember going to the toilet as I felt uneasy.But the thing was did I went to the toilet.
No.no apparently I went back my bedroom and passed out all my wastes littering around my room and also on to my bed .Without a doubt I was conscious that I was doing my thing at the toilet but reality that in my mind.In actual fact I was not aware that I was dirtying all over the room with greenish shit.Thereafter I laid on bed with wastes all over.
My wife had earlier noted my odd behavior that evening quietly peeped into my room to find out what was wrong with my behavior.She was caught with a full blown surprised.She saw me lying on bed on a semi-conscious state with open eyes and fifty all over with greenish shit.
Covering her nose she tried to arouse me but to no avail ,I just laid there not responding to her plight.In fright she did know what to do as she was alone in the house,so the next best thing was to call my brother and also her younger brother who were both residing a short distance away.
In the meantime my son returned home and with his help they tried to call in the ambulances from hospitals all round.But unfortunately all the ambulances were unavailable,what a coincident.However,his wife's relation came to our plight.He send his St.John Ambulance from Klang who responded without any obligations.Such kind souls,I am really grateful because of them.
By then my brother and brother-in-law too had arrived at my house.My beloved wife by now had cleaned up the messes I so created earlier but unfortunately the room still stink hanged in the air.When the ambulance was finally arrived it took six full grown men to lift me to the ambulance as I was extremely heavy.Nay,I was not that heavy only about one hundred seventy odd lbs., but something else was,I think?.
That night at the University Medical Centre they gave a full scanning of my entire body.Apparently I was in a semi-conscious state with eyes wide opened but not aware of the situation all around me.I think they found nothing within me because thereafter I was warded in ICU.There I laid among the very sick.
The next day I was shifted to the extreme end of the huge ward.It seemed I was put up quite a struggle and to calm me they bounded my arms.However when I was awake and became conscious of the surrounding they released me.
To my astonishment found myself in a wretch position.My arms fully blinded up and my goodness!!,my penis had a hose to drain away urine should there be any.Worst of all I was lying on a bed with a rubber sheet lining.I wanted to urinate and they told me do it there on the bed.
How ridiculous?... I mean how to piss like that.No I could not do it.Even if I did all the urine was on the rubber sheet.I protested until they took off the tiny hose and allowed me to urinate as normal.That too,I was not allowed to move away from my bed,as the medication administered on me had not worn out.
Soon a team of Doctors examined me once again.By then I was fit as a fiddle.After much discussion among themselves they concluded that I was not having any stroke,minor or otherwise.They claimed that the imbalance of food consumption during the Chinese New Year could have contributed to my sudden collapsed.The following day I was discharged from the Medical Centre.All in I was hospitalized for only three days.
They maybe right but I thought otherwise.I suspected that I was besieged by a spirit at the Kentucky junction where a white candle was laid to led spirits to the deceased's house.One of the spirit might had fanciful thought that I was an easy prey as I was still very weak in all respects,so it over took my body.
It overwhelmed my body and took control of it.I was actually in a trance.My eyes were wide opened and in a semi-conscious state.In other words awake but had no control of what was transpiring within and around me.Something else was in control.
That was I could vividly remembered what happened later on.At the Hospital,the spirit opted for other worst off bodies much weaker and more suitable than myself,I think.That was why it rejected my body while there.It abandoned my body for some one weaker.That was why I recovered almost immediately thereafter.Anyway good riddance to it.I was discharged from the Hospital the following day.
That was what I thought and not from the medical point of view.I believe it because it overwhelmed my body and left with causing any bodily harm.This was an experience I had.Anyway ,you are entitled to your opinion.Bear with me or otherwise,God blessed you.
I continue with my regular exercise the following morning as usual,much to the astonishment of the neighborhood. Little did suspect that I would be entertaining another pest over my body especially my head.Being a diabetic for quite a while my well being also attracted this pest.
While warded at ICU at the hospital I was bedded among patients suffering from many types of serious sicknesses.Or at least initially the first night I was given a bed on the worst end of the ward where the very sick had the tender care of nurses and doctor stationed nearby.
Someone in that end must have been a carrier of these pests I am going to divert.Being a diabetic and recovering from cancer my immunity complex must have been extremely weak to fight off those pests.They crossed over to my body and fining the condition very suitable for them to survive and multiplied.My hair having been uncombed and not well kept made it the more suitable.
So they came and conquered my head and then my body.I am talking about the pests...............
To be continued....................................
Chapter 1 At Seventy
Well,well.two months back I celebrated my 70th.birthday.What can I say?. There is no denying that I have been blessed to survive past seventy.What a great feeling to be above seventy.Simply great that I have made it despite the odds against my health.Imagine many people had not made thus far.I am plain lucky.
I dare say there are nothing more to ask for- maybe to have my age extended for another ten, perhaps.Twenty would be too much.With God's blessing and our present day medications,I don't see why not?.
At seventy I maybe quite troublesome to others.Maybe my immediate family,i.e.,my children whom I will have to depend on very much should I live longer.Well,I leave that to fate.Anyway,that ought not deter me from continue living further on.I will carry on living,God willing.
At seventy,it is no big deal really.Health wise my whole picture is seemingly gloomy. I survived a bout of Luekaemia (AML) in year 2000.That was twelve years ago,today I am apparently free from it.But at seventy other sicknesses loomed around the corners.
When I was sickened with cancer,I was also sick with diabetics and high blood pressure. These had effected me badly especially my eyes sights.During those days the Medics at the University Hospital examined and found that I had tiny droplets if blood in my eyes.It was not effecting my sights and they allowed them be,promising to do something when my health improved and only should those effects my sights.
My problem does not end there because being a diabetic,other co-related sickness dropped by too.Such high blood pressure and cholesterol followed suit.Presently I am on medications on these.Horridly I had many medicines to swallow.For my diabetics recently I was put on insulin injections.I think I am damn lucky the cancer which I had did not bother me all these twelve years.
My problems did not end there for of late I also had some pain in the joints although not that serious,though at times I do get gout which kept me from walking around.However,pain killing injections and medications can keep them at bay.Other than that I get occasional cramps in me legs,nothing bad really only pain for a while during my sleep which soon wore off.
I used to exercise for at least two hours each early morning at 4 a.m. after my cancer.Nothing tedious but just simple slow walking-actually the "cancer walk'.It did me a world of good keep me fit as a fiddle and away with cancer.
But unfortunately of late that had to be terminated as my legs apparently seem to be getting more tired, unwilling to obey my command to perform as it should.I seem to be heavier for my over worked tired legs.
The joints especially the kneels occasionally gave me pain but they were alright after some rest.So that leaves not much choice but to abstain from more exercises.Well at least that gave reason sufficient to to rest a bit more.So I exercised very much lesser presently.
Another thing I think age has finally caught up with me .
I think my age does not permit me to work that hard,it augers some rest and why not?.I actually had not rested at all during my working days. Since I have worked and exercised almost most of life it finally is time to rest and take things easy.
I suspect I am down with Parkinson Disease.Maybe it is the beginning.My hands shake are slightly , thereby I could hardly write properly or clearly now .I used to paint and sketch and because of my shaky hands I had temporarily stop drawing altogether.I last saw the doctor who checked me on my cancer regularly and told him about my position.
He recommended that I consult with their specialist on that,but I refused.Not that I am scared of its existence but because I am fed up with more medications.The thoughts of more tablets to swallow makes me shrink.Sure it could do me a world of good.
Presently I am already on too many medications.At this stage I think it better allow nature to follow its natural course.Well,should that sickness overcome me so be it,the Lord's will be done.It best to face reality once and for all.
No big deal really.as my kidneys are only 26% healthy,Should I saved myself from Parkinson I still had to me weak weak kidneys and at my age,go for kidneys transplant overseas?. Suitable kidneys can be purchased from donors at an affordable price in India or China.Why spent those hard cash that way?.
With all these I still cannot get my real self back.By that I mean a strong and healthy me.No I cannot be as young as I wished to be,only God can transformed me not otherwise so why waste time trying.It simply futile wish.Allow what will be - be what ever it be?..
Besides,those kidneys could be more useful to some much younger guys who had still a longer life to live.I am over the hills,having a new kidney does me not much good.The Lord has given me a good life and should He want me to go I will go peacefully not fight His Will.
My problems did not end there.In the year 2004,I was hospitalized with what seem to be a minor stroke.A minor stroke ? Not really because I thought otherwise.On the medical point of view initially as a minor stroke which they later claimed as an imbalance of food uptake which caused my sudden collapsed.
See,in March 2004,I went for my evening walk as usual and at the Kentucky junction near to my residence stumbled upon a white candle placed there.This lighted candle was placed there by someone of a deceased family to direct mourners to their home to pay their last respect to the demised.
Not only that the candle was also supposed to direct spirits from the other world, welcoming them to the deceased house.The candle was also shield with plastic covers to prevent from wind blowing it off,plus also protecting it from rain.
This was quite a normal thing around but that day as I approached near it,I had a little eerie feeling as I passed.Thereafter,I returned home without any hitch along the way.However I was exceptionally quiet,had my dinner without any problems
That evening I remember I had roasted lamb and some green vegetables for dinner.After dinner I remember going to the toilet as I felt uneasy.But the thing was did I went to the toilet.
No.no apparently I went back my bedroom and passed out all my wastes littering around my room and also on to my bed .Without a doubt I was conscious that I was doing my thing at the toilet but reality that in my mind.In actual fact I was not aware that I was dirtying all over the room with greenish shit.Thereafter I laid on bed with wastes all over.
My wife had earlier noted my odd behavior that evening quietly peeped into my room to find out what was wrong with my behavior.She was caught with a full blown surprised.She saw me lying on bed on a semi-conscious state with open eyes and fifty all over with greenish shit.
Covering her nose she tried to arouse me but to no avail ,I just laid there not responding to her plight.In fright she did know what to do as she was alone in the house,so the next best thing was to call my brother and also her younger brother who were both residing a short distance away.
In the meantime my son returned home and with his help they tried to call in the ambulances from hospitals all round.But unfortunately all the ambulances were unavailable,what a coincident.However,his wife's relation came to our plight.He send his St.John Ambulance from Klang who responded without any obligations.Such kind souls,I am really grateful because of them.
By then my brother and brother-in-law too had arrived at my house.My beloved wife by now had cleaned up the messes I so created earlier but unfortunately the room still stink hanged in the air.When the ambulance was finally arrived it took six full grown men to lift me to the ambulance as I was extremely heavy.Nay,I was not that heavy only about one hundred seventy odd lbs., but something else was,I think?.
That night at the University Medical Centre they gave a full scanning of my entire body.Apparently I was in a semi-conscious state with eyes wide opened but not aware of the situation all around me.I think they found nothing within me because thereafter I was warded in ICU.There I laid among the very sick.
The next day I was shifted to the extreme end of the huge ward.It seemed I was put up quite a struggle and to calm me they bounded my arms.However when I was awake and became conscious of the surrounding they released me.
To my astonishment found myself in a wretch position.My arms fully blinded up and my goodness!!,my penis had a hose to drain away urine should there be any.Worst of all I was lying on a bed with a rubber sheet lining.I wanted to urinate and they told me do it there on the bed.
How ridiculous?... I mean how to piss like that.No I could not do it.Even if I did all the urine was on the rubber sheet.I protested until they took off the tiny hose and allowed me to urinate as normal.That too,I was not allowed to move away from my bed,as the medication administered on me had not worn out.
Soon a team of Doctors examined me once again.By then I was fit as a fiddle.After much discussion among themselves they concluded that I was not having any stroke,minor or otherwise.They claimed that the imbalance of food consumption during the Chinese New Year could have contributed to my sudden collapsed.The following day I was discharged from the Medical Centre.All in I was hospitalized for only three days.
They maybe right but I thought otherwise.I suspected that I was besieged by a spirit at the Kentucky junction where a white candle was laid to led spirits to the deceased's house.One of the spirit might had fanciful thought that I was an easy prey as I was still very weak in all respects,so it over took my body.
It overwhelmed my body and took control of it.I was actually in a trance.My eyes were wide opened and in a semi-conscious state.In other words awake but had no control of what was transpiring within and around me.Something else was in control.
That was I could vividly remembered what happened later on.At the Hospital,the spirit opted for other worst off bodies much weaker and more suitable than myself,I think.That was why it rejected my body while there.It abandoned my body for some one weaker.That was why I recovered almost immediately thereafter.Anyway good riddance to it.I was discharged from the Hospital the following day.
That was what I thought and not from the medical point of view.I believe it because it overwhelmed my body and left with causing any bodily harm.This was an experience I had.Anyway ,you are entitled to your opinion.Bear with me or otherwise,God blessed you.
I continue with my regular exercise the following morning as usual,much to the astonishment of the neighborhood. Little did suspect that I would be entertaining another pest over my body especially my head.Being a diabetic for quite a while my well being also attracted this pest.
While warded at ICU at the hospital I was bedded among patients suffering from many types of serious sicknesses.Or at least initially the first night I was given a bed on the worst end of the ward where the very sick had the tender care of nurses and doctor stationed nearby.
Someone in that end must have been a carrier of these pests I am going to divert.Being a diabetic and recovering from cancer my immunity complex must have been extremely weak to fight off those pests.They crossed over to my body and fining the condition very suitable for them to survive and multiplied.My hair having been uncombed and not well kept made it the more suitable.
So they came and conquered my head and then my body.I am talking about the pests...............
To be continued....................................
Chapter 20 Sri Jaya Oil Palm Estate,Sri Jaya
Chapter 20 My Return To Planting
I arrived at Si Jaya with only my luggage just a bag of clothing.It took nearly two hours for the executive from Kuantan to meet me there at the coffee shop.It maybe nothing to him but hell of a long wait for me.Waiting there alone and not knowing anyone.
The coffee shop had just opened for business when I arrived by taxi. During the long wait I ordered at least two cups of coffee.I do not know but I think my present waiting there caused some displeasure to them I think.Fortunately being a cow boy town not many customers that time.
So I was not asked to leave.Anyway I had a little chat with the proprietor informing him of my being there.So I think they understood me.That shop I found out later was famous for its "Hock Chew" pau or dumplings.It was the shop I had many tea breaks thereafter.
Finally the executive arrived half apologetic about his lateness and without hesitation I hopped into his car.He drove me through a number of rubber small holdings before arriving an an oil palm estate.On arriving there he opened his mouth."This is the estate.The front of the estate.The office is further in",he said.
Fifteen minutes later we reached a fenced area with a wooden building,he then again said."This is our estate's office".There were a few staffs present and I was introduced to all of them.I was brief about the plantation in that office then he left me with the Assistant Manager.
The Assistant took me to a semi-D bungalow where I was supposed to stay and it was next to his.The bungalow was clean but with little furnishing.There were beds in the two bedrooms but without any mattresses.The sitting room was bare not a single chair.Very cold atmospheric all round.
There I was left alone to blink away my time.I could sensed that people there had anticipated that I would bolt away that very minute.But I disappointed them.All these never frightened me for I was in dire need of a job and I had no choice because I have a family back home that needed my survival in that new job.So come what may I just had to stick on.
The bathroom was stained with traces of rusts every where.The water as it ran brought fast flowing yellowish water. I have been through that in other plantation therefore all these never bothered me.I quietly took my bath etc.NO one served or invited me to any thing.Fortunately there was a green Daihatsu jeep at my disposal.With that I drove into town to have my tea and meals as well.
That night I slept on the cold,cold planks of the bed.Even with it that I would had slept on the floor it was really no big deal.That being my first night there I actually could not close my eyes to sleep well.The generator behind the bungalows was running the whole night through.The noise it created kept me awake and not only that the air around were full polluted with its nasty diesoline smell.What a blatant waste of fuel
Early the following morning I made my presence felt by attending the muster.With that I made perfectly cleared to all that I was there to stay.Armed with an estate map the Assistant showed me round the estate.On returning from the fields I immediately called the head office in Kuantan to inform the executive of my requirements.Without hesitation my orders wee fulfilled.
So before that day was up I received what was ordered by me.I even got a new gas cooker,just in case I need to make my own tea.In between the next few days i ev4n received a redish sofa set not new but presentable and can used.THat settled my furniture.
From then on it was work.I took each day by itself as I ssssought things out.
To be continued.
I arrived at Si Jaya with only my luggage just a bag of clothing.It took nearly two hours for the executive from Kuantan to meet me there at the coffee shop.It maybe nothing to him but hell of a long wait for me.Waiting there alone and not knowing anyone.
The coffee shop had just opened for business when I arrived by taxi. During the long wait I ordered at least two cups of coffee.I do not know but I think my present waiting there caused some displeasure to them I think.Fortunately being a cow boy town not many customers that time.
So I was not asked to leave.Anyway I had a little chat with the proprietor informing him of my being there.So I think they understood me.That shop I found out later was famous for its "Hock Chew" pau or dumplings.It was the shop I had many tea breaks thereafter.
Finally the executive arrived half apologetic about his lateness and without hesitation I hopped into his car.He drove me through a number of rubber small holdings before arriving an an oil palm estate.On arriving there he opened his mouth."This is the estate.The front of the estate.The office is further in",he said.
Fifteen minutes later we reached a fenced area with a wooden building,he then again said."This is our estate's office".There were a few staffs present and I was introduced to all of them.I was brief about the plantation in that office then he left me with the Assistant Manager.
The Assistant took me to a semi-D bungalow where I was supposed to stay and it was next to his.The bungalow was clean but with little furnishing.There were beds in the two bedrooms but without any mattresses.The sitting room was bare not a single chair.Very cold atmospheric all round.
There I was left alone to blink away my time.I could sensed that people there had anticipated that I would bolt away that very minute.But I disappointed them.All these never frightened me for I was in dire need of a job and I had no choice because I have a family back home that needed my survival in that new job.So come what may I just had to stick on.
The bathroom was stained with traces of rusts every where.The water as it ran brought fast flowing yellowish water. I have been through that in other plantation therefore all these never bothered me.I quietly took my bath etc.NO one served or invited me to any thing.Fortunately there was a green Daihatsu jeep at my disposal.With that I drove into town to have my tea and meals as well.
That night I slept on the cold,cold planks of the bed.Even with it that I would had slept on the floor it was really no big deal.That being my first night there I actually could not close my eyes to sleep well.The generator behind the bungalows was running the whole night through.The noise it created kept me awake and not only that the air around were full polluted with its nasty diesoline smell.What a blatant waste of fuel
Early the following morning I made my presence felt by attending the muster.With that I made perfectly cleared to all that I was there to stay.Armed with an estate map the Assistant showed me round the estate.On returning from the fields I immediately called the head office in Kuantan to inform the executive of my requirements.Without hesitation my orders wee fulfilled.
So before that day was up I received what was ordered by me.I even got a new gas cooker,just in case I need to make my own tea.In between the next few days i ev4n received a redish sofa set not new but presentable and can used.THat settled my furniture.
From then on it was work.I took each day by itself as I ssssought things out.
To be continued.
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