THE MESSAGE NO. 130 SEPTEMBER 2012
THE MOHD. ZUBIR HJ. ABD. KADIR EDITION
GOING TO WILLIAM JOO'S IN-HOUSE DO
FROM the house I got ready to go out. Destination: William Joo's house. I would attend his in-house do! I asked Gary if he would follow me too. He declined.
I drove out and reached PJ old town. I parked the car, but I knocked the spare tyre cover against a lamp post. On entering the house, I saw a few ladies at the lounge. Nancy showed me to the back of the house. There a group of men was admiring the plants that William Joo nurtured.
Soon the party started with Siamese noodles cooked by William's missus. Nancy is a good cook and her specialty is Siamese cooking. She made bread herself too. We ate and we talked all and sundries. William blew some melodies with a leaf on his lips. The whole group seemed to be of Hakka stock.
After food we had more drinks ending up with a glass of lime juice each. William's daughters and a grandson came. Little Anton was talkative and so cute. He is a well behaved child.
Then William suggested that we visit one of the guests' gardens in United Garden. We drove over there severally in our cars. Mr. Michael Choong's house is an independent unit perched on a hill slope. At the back and the sides there was some extra land. There Michael has planted whatever he can. Flowers plants, herbs and vegetables were growing everywhere. His four-angled beans, okra, and a variety of gourds were bearing fruit. His vegetables are fresh and green. He had some fruit trees too like cherry and ciku.
Michael has a big fish tank with a school of tilapia big and small. Mrs. Choong served us Chinese tea pouring into each cup three quarter full. Yes, it is tea serving etiquette of the Chinese to only pour each cup up to three quarter full - never brimful.
After the visit, we left the house and went to our cars. Strange! I could not find my bunch of keys. When I came down from the car just now, I had dumped the bunch into my bag. How come now it was not there? I searched and searched inside the bag, but there was no key found. Then I returned to the Michael's house. I searched around, but no keys were found. I overturned and emptied my bag, but no keys fell out! Luckily, I had a spare key in my wallet with me. I thought I would drive home and then search the bag's contents again. Yes, I drove home. Just before I reached the house in Desa Petaling, a call came. I thought someone must have found my bunch of keys. William said Michael wanted to contact me. So I called Michael. Michael said, "you've taken my friend's pair of spectacles." I was in a dilemma! I have to go back to his house to return the pair of spectacles. Inside my bag there was a pair of spectacles. I have put that inside my bag while putting back the things that I have emptied from the bag at Michael's house. So I drove all the way back from Desa Petaling to United Garden. I returned the pairs of spectacles to Michael who then passed them on to his friend. So that was the end? No, my bunch of keys, where?
On returning home, I turned my bag upside down and inside out. From the bag a tinkling sound hit the ground. There! the bunch of keys I have found.
EXPLORATION AND DISCOVERY
I am not sure what I wanted to do today. But yesterday's straying into Kampong Malaysia down the road made me wanted to explore where to get to the TBS in Bandar Tasik Selatan.
When I drove out, I just turned into the few blocks of PPR housing. There I met a taximan and asked him if I could go over to TBS. He said yes but only on foot. I cannot drive there as there is no road. So I drove down. At the corner of the compound, I saw a lady and her two children heading to a small gate. I asked if it was the way to the trains. She answered in the affirmative. I watched them did it. Yes, they walked along a foot path not very often used. The lady said it was quite a long way. I guessed it is.
I drove out to Salak South to the KTM station. There I boarded the KTM train after waiting for about 15 minutes. I reached the Bandar Tasik Selatan station. After disembarking, I walked around. Then I asked there I could find a wash room. The ticket seller directed me to the TBS (Terminal Bersepadu Selatan). I walked there for it was quite some distance away. There I saw the place very posh! So I explored floor after floor. I had breakfast when I reached Level 4. I landed in the Hailam Kopitiam for the slaughter. A cup of tea cost RM3.00 plus a ten percent service tax it came to RM3.30. I also had a bowl of beef noodles cost RM12.90. So my breakfast came to more than RM17.00.
I walked around exploring floor after floor. Then I took some photos.
The Desa Petaling view in the background from the Terminal Bersepadu Selatan in Bandar Tasik Selatan.
The posh seating waiting halls inside the TBS in Bandar Tasik Selatan.
I enquired at the Info counter. I was told that all south bound travelers would board the buses there. Buses from the south would also arrive here. They do not travel to Pudu Raya or Pudu Sentral nowadays. From TBS they would take the local bus, LRT trains and KTM trains to the city about 20 km away.
WHY CHINESE SHOULDN'T HAVE CHRISTIAN NAMES
This is hilarious~
Anne Chang => Dirty (Mandarin)
Anne Chin => Keep Quiet (Mandarin)
Faye Chen => Dusty (Mandarin)
Carl Cheng => Buttock (Hokkien)
Monica Cheng => Touching your buttocks (Hokkien)
Lucy Leow => You are dead (Hokkien)
Jane Tan => Frying eggs (Mandarin)
Suzie Leow => Lose till death (Hokkien)
Henry Mah => Hate your mum (Mandarin)
Corrine Tai => Poor fellow (Hokkien)
Paul Chan => Bankrupt (Mandarin)
Nelson Tan => Bird laying eggs (Mandarin)
Leslie Tong => Rubbish Bin (Mandarin)
Carmen Teng => Leg hair long (Hokkien)
Connie Mah => Call your mother (Cantonese)
Danny See => Squeeze you to death (Hokkien)
Rosie Teng => Screws and nails (Hokkien)
Pete Tsai => Nose droppings (Hokkien)
Macy Koh => Never die before (Cantonese)
Michael Loh => chicken seller (Cantonese)
Pass around for some laughter
TAKING A GLIMPSE OF TANJONG MALIM
September 7, 2012: Today is the last day. What is on? Armageddon! No, though there is talk of something of the sort on. This is the last day for the Senior Citizen Commuter Railway holder card to travel free of charge. It has been on since six months ago.
During the six months I have but only used the privilege to travel free for a few times. Once, I travelled to Seremban. Then I travelled to Klang. And a few times I took the trips to the city for a look see. As today is the last day, I must make full use of it. After the offer expires I will have to pay the fare half price! Not bad but f.o.c. is best!!
Today I am going to make a long journey free. At the Salak South KTM station I asked for a ticket. No, the officer said there were no more tickets for the trip. However, he just let me in and soon I was on the train. The train took me down to the city passing through station Seputeh, station Mid Valley, KL Sentral, and Kuala Lumpur. No there was no stop at each station. It was just the few minutes pause for passengers to dislodge and for those who rush on board.
After pulling out of the former Kuala Lumpur railway hub, the train went on to station Bank Negara, station Putra and station Segambut making the usual few minutes pause. Then an announcement came through the PA system and the train did not stop at the Kepong station. I could not hear what was said. I think I must get some hearing aids. It stopped at a big station called Kepong Sentral.
From there the train travelled on and called at Sungai Buloh. Then the train reached Kuang and next it was Rawang. From the officer on duty at the Rawang station, I was directed to board another train on platform 3. Soon the train pulled out of the station.
The coach in which I was in was almost empty safe for a few men and ladies all elderly like me. I think they have the same intention as me - taking advantage of the last day's privilege. Later their action confirmed by prediction!
Some distance outside Rawang the train passed a banana plantation. Rows after rows of plantains rolled by the windows outside. Besides the banana plants were some shrub-like crops where people were tending. Were the shrubs tea, I wondered!
Beyond that I saw only wild plants along the tracks. It came to my mind there is still a lot of greenery in this our beloved country. Over the hill slopes it was all green. There were of course cultivated land mostly planted with oil palm.
The commuter train rolled on. It paused at more stations at Serendah, Batang Kali, Rasa, Kuala Kubu Baru. Finally at 12.30 the train pulled into a large and modern station our destination: Tanjong Malim. That is the northernmost end of our commuter train.
The group of elderly men and ladies loitered around the station. I asked one of them who confirmed my prediction that they were also no-purpose aimless travelers. They were just taking advantage of the free ride. I presumed they immediately took the train back. Why? Later on, I did not see them around in Tanjong Malim town.
I took a taxi to Tanjong Malim town and walked around. As I was already famished, I had lunch at a food vending premise. For a simple plate of roast-duck rice, I paid a little more than ringgit five. The town was quiet and sleepy in the afternoon heat. There were shops and few were with customers except for the eateries. I wonder how the shopkeepers make a living - probably some of them are struggling to survive. Some shop houses were abandoned and locked up. Tanjong Malim is less busy than Bentong, if my observations are not wrong! Traffic by-pass this town because of the North-South Plus highway.
After looking around, I boarded the train and travelled back to Kuala Lumpur. To me it was a good outing and wonderful exercises of moving around - all by myself. At my own leisure; it's a pleasure! I have some wonderful experiences and feelings. As soon as I reached a station, there was a train waiting. When I boarded a crowded train, there was a seat for me. Once it was the last seat in the last coach too! I felt really so wonderful.
THESE THINGS HAPPENED THIS MONTH 50 YEARS AGO
Excerpts from Ted Miles Diary - September 1962
1. Anita Allison, who is on her way to Raub for the Libriarians' course, was here for dinner tonight~~ We had petai for dinner in honour of Anita's presence, and she gamely munched her way through a big serving. After dinner she wrapped the python around her neck while the boys stared, unbelieving. (Lo and behold! after dinner it's floor show).
2. Stephen reported before breakfast that two singlets had been taken from his cupboard
~~ After breakfast I asked if anyone was wearing anything that doesn't belong to him. Several put up their hands and named various article of clothing that they had borrowed ~~ But no one named a singlet. I asked them to take off their shirts to let me check ~~ He (Sabaruddin) was wearing a singlet labeled "Stephen"~~ "Stephen, did you lend this singlet to Sabaruddin?" "No", he said. "Take it off." I ordered. The other singlet was in Sabaruddin's cupboard. He pleaded that he didn't steal the singlets, he just "borrowed" them. (Smart student, use first then seek consent).
3. Sabaruddin is ill tonight with fever. Muthu is up after a day in bed; Mokhtar's arm, which he broke in the game with Sulaiman School, is progressing nicely. Zamri's finger is almost all right, but he still finds it a bit stiff to move. Karasu has his perpetual sore throat, but I just think he likes the cough drops. (Sick epidemic?)
4. We tried a new approach (checking stolen library books), sending slips of paper to all the classes for students to write any information they might have about the missing books ~~ Of course no information came back - but I am the one who knows that. (A witch hunt with no returns.)
5. In a Typing assignment (for Form Five, shame!) the word "temporary" was spelled in seven different ways: tempeory, temperaly, temporary, temporary, temporary, temperory, and temporary. (When I typed the wrong ones my computer automatically self-corrected my spelling for three of the six wrong spellings! TQ, PC)
Note: words inside the parenthesis and in italics are of the editor.