Monday 15 October, 2012.

It was still early in the morning, but I have already got ready. Where to that early? I wanted to drive to Jalan Carey. Who to meet? William Joo, my buddy. When I arrived, he was alone in the house. His missus? Gone out, stayed out. Where about? Daughter's house. So William made me coffee while he got himself ready. Where to, we two? We have planned to visit Harbans Singh in Klang, exact place No. 4 Jalan Tamarind.

 KL Pink Bus
William drove his jalopy out and I boarded it as his front passenger. He drove carefully out to the Federal Highway. We cruised down that famous sometimes very congested highway down to Klang all the way. On arriving at Harbans Singh house we were flabbergasted to see a Ferrari parked in the porch. What Harbans Singh has taken in the car racing sports! No, it is his son's car. After chatting for a while with Harbans Singh we took him out. He drabbed in his full Punjabi garb.

To where about? To a very familiar named destination: Bukit Tinggi. No, don't be misled to imagine we were heading to the foothill of Genting Highlands where Bukit Tinggi is so familiar to everybody. T-000000-0-0909000 here is another Bukit Tinggi in Klang. Bukit Tinggi Klang is a sort of suburban town, small but with many shop houses. Though not so sizable, William had to drive round and round. Why? The place that Harbans Singh wanted to take us or rather he wanted us to take him to is a place nowhere to be found.

After asking a few locals and even the policemen on beat duty at the corner of the streets, we finally saw the bank we were looking for. But no, Harbans Singh did not enter the bank though he carried various banking documents with him in his hands. He slipped into the shop next to the bank. It is named Bayaudio. By looking at its second and third syllabi of the shop name, you could guess what business the shop is doing, right.Harbans Singh entered the shop to have his auditory organs tested. Like many senior citizens, Harbans's hearing is failing him.

While he underwent the beatings on his auditory nerves, William and I felt famished. So we went for lunch at a coffee shop. After food, we went to check on Harbans. He was ready to go. But wait a minute, the pretty nurse at the counter suggested we two could have our hearing abilities tested for free. Why decline, if it cost nothing - not even a dime! So William and then I have our ears cupped with earpieces to listen to some decibel-measured sounds. Well, what had the doctor found? Come back for test again - the next round.


One morning I drove to the LRT station in Salak Selatan. After parking the car at the back of a shop house, I boarded the LRT train down to KL. The train was full with chattering foreigners in foreign tongues, mostly maids.

A young Malay lady offered me a seat. To her, I must have looked to be of advanced age! I thanked her. At the Pudu Sentral station I disembarked. I went into the station and found it had been renovated and now looked very new, neat and posh too. I never knew it was so modern like the TBS in Bandar Tasik Selatan.

 KL Pink Bus
I walked down to Petaling Street watching and trying to spot out the pink buses. These buses provided free rides to certain parts of the city. I spotted one of them at the bus stop.

Outside the Hong Leong Bank I ate rice porridge with fish. It was a good meal costing me RM7.00. I walked along Petaling Street, but found nothing I wish to buy. So I decided to look for a pink bus again.

I found a few at the Pasar Seni bus stop. I approached one and soon was driven off. Astonished, the pink bus driver was a middle-aged Malay lady. She asked me where I wanted to go. I told her I did not know. She said in that case I might be sold! It was a joke.

Anyway, the bus moved on and on along the road beside St. John. It finally reached Star Hill the Bukit Bintang area. It was a very busy area with lots of tourists and posh shops located in more posh buildings like Lot 10, the Millennium Hotel, Pavillion, etc. I alighted from the bus and thanked the lady driver giving her the thumbs up sign!

I walked around and took some pictures with my ipad.

From there I mooched around and visited Jalan Alor. There I had a bowl of wan tan noodles costing more than RM8.00! (normal price RM5.00) I see, tourist price that must be!! Then I boarded another pink bus which took me to KLCC. I walked into the shopping mall. There were all high class shops and stalls. I have nothing to buy at all. Moreover, I felt a little tired. So I walked out and then boarded another pink bus which took me back to Bukit Bintang.

From there I took the Monorail and disembarked at the KL Sentral station - outside I mean. I ate nasi briyani which to me was rather tasteless. Then I walked along a well-trodden lane to KL Sentral. Why lane? The whole place was under construction and later there might be a good walkway from the Monorail station to the railway hub that is KL Sentral.

At KL Sentral, the place was quiet. I took the KTM commuter train back to Salak Selatan. From there I returned to the house. After checking the mail and news online, I went down to the swimming pool and had a dip that was so cool. Coming back to my unit, I went to sleep.


Don't know if its true. Sometimes desperate times need desperate measures. If anyone has experienced it perhaps you can testify on this.

From a Chinese Professor:
Keep a syringe or needle in your home to do this... It's amazing and an unconventional way of recovering from stroke, read it through it can help somebody one day.

This is amazing. Please keep this very handy. Excellent tips. Do take a minute to read this. You'll never know, ones life may depend on you.

My father was paralyzed and later died from the result of a stroke. I wish I knew about this first aid before. When stroke strikes, the capillaries in the brain will gradually burst. (Irene Liu) When a stroke occurs, stay calm.

No matter where the victim is, do not move him/her. Because, if moved, the capillaries will burst. Help the victim to sit up where he/she is to prevent him/her from falling over again and then the blood letting can begin. If you have in your home an injection syringe that would be the best. Otherwise, a sewing needle or a straight pin will do.

1. Place the needle/pin over fire to sterilize it and then use it to prick the tip of all ......10 fingers.

2. There are no specific acupuncture points, just prick about an mm from the fingernail.

3. Prick till blood comes out.

4. If blood does not start to drip, then squeeze with your fingers.

5. When all 10 digits is bleeding, wait a few minutes then the victim will regain consciousness.

6. If the victim's mouth is crooked, then pull on his ears until they are red.

7. Then prick each earlobe twice until two drops of blood comes from each earlobe.

After a few minutes the victim should regain consciousness.

Wait till the victim regains his normal state without any abnormal symptoms then take him to the hospital. Otherwise, if he was taken in the ambulance in a hurry to the hospital, the bumpy trip will cause all the capillaries in his brain to burst.

If he could save his life, barely managing to walk, then it is by the grace of his ancestors. 'I learned about letting blood to save life from Chinese traditional doctor, Ha Bu Ting, who lives in Sun Juke. Furthermore, I had practical experience with it. Therefore, I can say this method is 100% effective. In 1979, I was teaching in Fung Gaap College in Tai Chung.

One afternoon, I was teaching a class when another teacher came running to my classroom and said in panting, 'Ms Liu, come quick, our supervisor has had a stroke !'. I immediately went to the 3rd floor. When I saw our supervisor, Mr. Chen Fu Tien, his colour was off, his speech was slurred , his mouth was crooked - all the symptoms of a stroke.

I immediately asked one of the practicum students to go to the pharmacy outside the school to buy a syringe, which I used to prick Mr. Chen's 10 fingers tips.

When all 10 fingers were bleeding (each with a pea-sized drop of blood), after a few minutes, Mr. Chen's face regained its colour and his eyes' spirit returned. But his mouth was still crooked. So I pulled on his ears to fill them with blood. When his ears became red, I pricked his right earlobetwice to let out two drops of blood. When both earlobes had two drops of blood each, a miracle happened. Within 3-5 minutes the shape of his mouth returned to normal and his speech became clear.

We let him rest for a while and have a cup of hot tea , then we helped him go down the stairs, drove him to Wei Wah Hospital. He rested one night and was released the next day to return to school to teach. Everything worked normally.

There were no ill after effects.

On the other hand, the usual stroke victim usually suffers Irreparable bursting of the brain capillaries on the way to the hospital. As a result, these victims never recover.' (Irene Liu) Therefore, stroke is the second cause of death. The lucky ones will stay alive but can remain paralysed for life. If we can all remember this blood letting method and start the life saving process immediately, in a short time, the victim will be revived and regain 100% normality.


1. I made a thorough inspection of cupboards this morning, discovering 5 pairs of shoes with metal plates on the bottom. The boys have been warned so many times about this that I didn't waste any time gathering them all up. Tengku Ismail, who owned one pair, is pouting; Karasu, another owner, thought the penalty was too severe (I'm threatening to burn them), Rahman Umat was furious, but calmed downcRahman Bakar, bless his heart, kept smiling all the while; and Mahalingam, the other offender knew it wouldnft do any good to protest - even though they were his new Deepavali shoes. (Note: Those days the noisier your shoes make when you walk, the more people would pay attention to you.)

2. Bob Lipe and Mona Sundvik came by right after lunch. Mona is on her way to the U.S. and just wanted to say Good-By. Several of the boys got out their autograph books, and she seemed surprised, but signed them all. (I wonder people still keep autograph books nowadays! - Editor)

3. Serendranath and John Chinniah are at war with each other. They attack and counterattack by turning their radios up. Grown up men behaving like children!

4. Sundaralingam appeared while we were polishing the silver. He took out his silver-topped fountain pen and said, "Could you polish this?" "Of course," I said, and rubber on the Silvo. Unfortunately, the Silvo rubbed off the "silver", and the pen ended up a dull yellow. "I'll buy you a new one," I promised. "Never mind," said Sundaralingam, "it was only $3.80". Obviously.

5. The phone rang. It was A. Ponnudurai. He came with a friend for collecting donations for the "Save Democracy Fund". I gave $100, anxious to do my part. I told them, in stopping the fighting in India.

The first item on the News the next morning was an announcement that the Chinese had called for a ceasefire in India at 11.30 pm Malayan time. My first thought: I want my money back!


 William Joo & Steven Wong
I was at the Bentong house. One afternoon, William called saying he was heading to Dato' Ted Miles's house. I dilly-dallied about in my house. Then I drove up to our mentor's bungalow. These were what I did see: two men all dressed up in farmers' garbs.

What are they up to with their tools? They were digging holes beside the mentor's bungalow. With them were two papaya saplings for planting.

Two years ago I have taken Steven's place and with the same mission in hand. Only the other day the mentor had said that the holes we dug and planted with papaya saplings have turned into the saplings' graves. The two saplings we planted did not survive. Lush weeds had squeezed out their lives.

 William Joo & Steven Wong
So today, I did not join in the digging. I sat with the mentor in the kitchen chatting. I said papaya seems to thrive in the wild. They grow and grow by themselves. Planted ones seem so difficult to grow. Strange plant and our mentor agreed too. Just outside the window there was a forked papaya tree. It was a wild plant and it and bore fruit for years.

From our chi--chat, I learnt that Lai Mei the maid is a very efficient housekeeper and handy lady. She has initiatives to clean the house and doing all sorts of odd jobs. She even mixed cement to patch up the potholes on the driveway.

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