THE MESSAGE NO 62 JANUARY 2007
THE PETER CHEONG SANG FAH SERIES.
THE ................ EDITION
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007
IT WAS A JOYOUS DAY
FOR ALL OF US
These were the people who came along to celebrate Christmas with our mentor:
Yap Kim Hee, Wong Swee Yong, Mahalingam and wife Malar and Uma Dewi their
daughter. There came also a couple Mr. and Mrs. Samy. From Rawang came
Kumarasamy. Susan and Susie were brought in by their daddy Wong Yeng Kee with
three grandchildren in tow. Lee Yew Kwong came in with his spouse accompanied
by 2 grandchildren too.
Sarjeet Singh ferried in his family. He hauled in his wife Babir Kaur, and
their sixfooter sons Harpinder and Jasvinder. Their attractive daughters are
blooming beauties Daljit, Harjit and Charanjit also tagged along to grace and
light up the occasion.
There also came in Fatimah and her son Adam Daniel, Angie Ng, Sar Kim Len and
me. Hilda Ponnu entered with her hubby Mr. Chong and their son Joy. Finally,
Zaki and wife Hassanah who hailed from Temerloh, came in to visit him.
The most distant guests who came were Dzulkifli Ariffin and family who dashed
down from Cameron Highlands bearing gifts of fresh highland farm produce.
Imagine after driving in to meet and talk with Mr. Miles he shot off again with
his family to return home in Cameron Highlands to reach there by midnight.
What a loyal and faithful guy! Cheers to Dzulkifli and family that include
wife Juliana, daughter Hazel and son Chico. They are real cool from a place
that is so cool!!
ATTENDING AN AIDILFITRI PARTY
A week after Hari Raya AIdilfitri called Eid Mubarak among people in the
Middle East, Bahari Shafie called me. "Wassup?" I asked.
"Let's go for a tuck in, some big gun is throwing a big party," said Bahari.
So on the appointed time and date, I cruised from Kelana Jaya to Taman Tun to
join Bahari. We four: Siti Rohani his spouse and their corporate banker son,
Bahari and me shot off in his Mercedes.
OH MY, LOOK AT THE VARIETIES
When we reached the house of the naib menteri (deputy minister), the place was
a beehive of activities. Tents surrounded the area and people were milling
around freely. Everybody went straight to fetch whatever he or she wanted to
consume. There were lemang and the accompanying rendang. Ketupat the signature
food of the festival was laid out on the table. There were roti canai,
roti bom, asam laksa and boiled noodles. There was rojak after which you may
try cendol. Or try a bowl of ABC to cool you down after consuming the fieriest
HOME TO FEED A MULTITUDE
The crowd was huge; it was really a multitude! Some came from more than a
hundred km away. How did I know? We talked to a few people after greeting them
"hello, hello, hello." Of course, we were the locals. There was thus a mixture
of city and country people. Why? Because, a minister is a popular man and
representative of the people. So every Ahmad, Arsad and Ali; Ah Sing, Ah Kow
and Lee; every Maniam, Mutu and Samy and the occasional Punjabi attended the
After our stomachs were filled, we wondered how many people were at the party.
It certainly ran into the thousands. I asked Bahari,
"I'm surprise how the host and hostess could order enough food to feed the
multitude?" Imagine, many are just walk-in guests including me as in an open
house formal invitation is rarely necessary.
"Well, on such occasions you've to make some projections. I'm sure they
ordered more than they expected for the occasion. And also they would have
learnt from previous celebrations," explained Bahari.
SELDOM DO WE PRACTISE RSVP
Unlike western societies RSVP is practiced. If you do not do that you might
find yourself as unaccepted guests because your share of the food is not
prepared. Of course, it a very good practice to avoid waste but think of those
people who come and leave unfilled and embarrassed!
A LITTLE EMBARRASSING STORY
Talking of the RSVP practice, I have heard of a little story. An Asian elderly
couple was invited to their son's Christmas dinner. The son had married a
western girl. Like most Asians, the elderly couple did not RSVP. On arrival at
the son's house, his son's spouse said, "Excuse me and my hubby we are having
dinner now", leaving the elderly couple waiting and starving!
Now, back to our Hari Raya party, we laughed, talked and had a good tucking in.
When we left an hour later, guests were still pouring in!
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FAMILY GATHERING TALES 1
THE CLINK AND
THE YAM SING
* I beg your pardon, Muslim brethren. Skip this if reading it is forbidden. *
One day, a group of my family members had the rare occasion of gathering
together for a home-cooked meal. One had seen many people and experienced
various cultures. One had flown round the world. Another had seen what life is
like. Yet another had read much and wide.
They proposed a toast at the familiar dining table. We raised our glasses and
clinked them together before we downed the drinks.
"Want to know the significance of the clinking of glasses?" asked Gary.
WE CLINK TO HEAR THE DRINK
He explained wine and liquors are meant to tickle and fondle the senses. When
we drink, we could see the drink, we could feel and smell it. We could taste
it in our mouth. But, surprise, we do not hear wine or liquors, right!
So the clinking of the glasses is to make us hear the drink!! With the
clinking the drink has satisfied all our five senses. What a sensible thing to
do the clinking. But I am sure the Chinese
fiddles and tickles our sense of hearing more than any thing!
Hey, for the English speaking especially for orang putih if you cannot
remember "yam sing". Just remember when you can see a yam starts to sing you
are already tipsy.
Did you say "yam sing"? Then you are on the brink of falling, real tipsy,
I mean. It is yumsing with "yum" as in yummy. Hahaha...... and a final
HE MADE A QUICK EXIT
My cellular phone registered it on 6.11.2006 at 11.00 pm. Cynthia called me.
Who is she? The sister-in-law of Hoh See Ngee. Oh no! I am sorry I should say
the late Hoh See Ngee! Yes, one of us whom I met at one of Wong Mun Seong's
Christmas luncheons for our mentor had gone to see his Glory!!
Cynthia called me to inform me. I said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what to
say on hearing this tragedy."
Stoically, Cynthia said, "don't worry, when the time comes everybody and
anybody has to go. When time is up, you've to make the exit. That's it, don't
grieve!" What a strong and realistic lady!!!
Cynthia informed me that See Ngee had been watching late night matches on TV.
The next day July 1, he played badminton with somebody.
In the middle of the game, he leaped high to strike a "smash" against the
other side. He came down from his jump as the shuttlecock dropped. There was a
loud thud. That was the end. He never got up again. Within twenty 20 minutes
he was pronounced dead. What a fateful drop it was! In fact, it was a fatal
heart attack. What an instant way to kick the bucket! Not strange though, for
nowadays, I sure think instant things and instant happenings are the in
Thanks Cynthia for informing me, though it would be better if done a little
early. That is the spirit I appreciate from everybody. When someone on our
mailing list makes the exit, will the surviving spouse or the offspring inform
me, please. Else, I will mail the MESSAGE to someone where normal postal
services are unavailable because that place is far, far, far, away.... and
See Ngee is survived by his wife and an only son just 15 years old.
The deceased's body was sent over to the other side by a funeral pyre. What
remained of him are some ashes stored in an urn at the Jalan 222 Cemetery,
in P.J. Reference of his permanent residence: No. 32 Lot 51. Hey! I beg your
pardon, that's how to locate the urn. His is the section reserved for
Christians. Thinking of paying him respects, anyone?
PETER CHEONG AND ME HAD A CUP OF TEA
One cloudy and rainy Saturday Peter Cheong called me. He wanted to fulfill a
promise. Peter drove up to Kelana Jaya. We met at the Giant Hypermarket for a
cup of tea.
Peter had been very busy. He is getting maids and foreign workers to work in
households, plantations, building sites and factories. I asked how his
business fares. "Doing fine," was his reply.
PETER ALWAYS FEELS POSITIVE
I feel positive that he was well-established in his line. For unlike some
businessmen I have met, they always lament of this and that. Some seem to
forecast bad times ahead than good times instead. But Peter always thinks and
says things positive. I sensed in him a sort of feeling of confidence in
whatever he is doing in his trade.
Peter is fine and healthy except for a pain in one particular hind part of his
anatomy. Don't get me wrong and think dirty. His right leg gives him pain only.
HE'S A SWEETER MAN NOW
And of course, he is a sweeter man now. In fact nowadays many are sweeter
persons among us aging Mesians. Admit it some of us are so sweet indeed. Think
positive and never ever mention or worry about diabetes. Take care and take
your medication to subdue it!
A TRADITIONAL REMEDY
To cure his calf (no, I am not talking of Peter's cow has given birth to an
offspring!), it's the fleshy hind part of his right shin. English is funny,
see! One word may mean two or more very different things. Peter's calf causes
him pain. So I suggested to him a traditional remedy. Hope he has tried it and
is on his road to recovery!
PETER ROMPS IN TO TAKE ON A SERIES
Well, Peter came to see me to fulfill his promise to sponsor the MESSAGE.
Again! Yes again. He had been an edition sponsor before. This time he romps in
to sponsor a series. Thanks Peter for your concern and generosity. HURRAY, you
see Peter launching this series immediately. Look up and you will see this is
the Peter Cheong Sang Fah series.
THUS EXITS NONAGENARIAN
MR.WONG YOON CHOONG
December the 11th dawned. I woke up in Bentong. Instantaneously I realized
that I must do my duty to attend the funeral of somebody. At 8.00 am I called
Mr. Miles. "Yes," said he. "Please come and fetch me."
We were properly attired for a solemn occasion. But as we arrived at No. 33
Chui Yin Street, we were surprised! It was in red that everybody was attired.
However, we were soon put at ease by the sons of the deceased. Some are in
their sixties. They told us that they were happy that their late father lived
up to the very ripe age of 2 years after ninety. It was thus felicitations for
According to Chinese beliefs and reckoning, living up to the age of 90 to 100
years or so, we should be happy when the person goes. So sons and daughters,
grandsons and granddaughters and all mourners should don red.
It is like the parable of the local fruit: the rambutan. When the rambutan is
ripe it turns red, drops and if not picked and eaten being so sweet,
it is to the soil it will return.
The bereaved family would not brand me as sounding offensive if I say the
happy family welcomed us and talked happily.
So it was a Chinese funeral with the trumping of drums, the clanking of
cymbals and the beating of gongs, right? Wrong, that was not accorded to
Mr. Wong. There was none of the clandestine traditional Chinese paraphernalia
for sending the deceased over to the hereafter.
Instead, there was a Christian funeral service. According to his relatives
Mr. Wong had been baptized just before his demise.
Soon we were bowing our heads in prayers, singing hymns and listening to the
sermon of Pastor Steven Tan who conducted the last rites for the deceased.
Mr. Wong Yoon Choong, our former strict and no-nonsense kind of teacher,
and once our acting principal exited over to the other world on December
9 just before midnight!
The late Mr. Wong Yoon Choong is survived by four sons and two daughters
with a retinue of grandchildren residing far and wide including some
prospering down under in Singapore and in Australia.
HEREWITH WE REGISTER OUR DEEPEST CONDOLENCES AND HEARTFELT SYMPATHIES TO
THE BEREAVED YET HAPPY FAMILY OF THE LATE MR. WONG YOON CHOONG.
Well, well. Bye-bye Mr. Wong.
WONG MUN SEONG FETED
OUR MENTOR AND US ALL
Like in years before, Wong Mun Seong drove up a day before Christmas from Kuala
Lumpur. Purpose: to fete our mentor and those I managed to call. There were
quite a number of us gathered at a restaurant. We were entertained to a most
sumptuous luncheon. Who were among the bunch of diners present?
Our mentor presented each and everyone with a memento: a little book that
records his recollections and reflections of life's follies and trepidations.
Therein he penned a phrase saying that I fish regularly at his place! Hahaha.
That statement is metaphorically laced. So also he mentioned of a couple who
always visit him for scrabble. That is the addictive pastimes of these people,
something like mahjong to many locals.
Yes, how fares our host Wong Mun Seong? Doing very well indeed by building
many more houses in Bahau. Even his intelligent and beautiful daughter had
graduated from the study of real estate in the UK.
Then there came also our buddy Wong Thin Ching, the haulage big guy who hailed
from Kuala Trengganu. He is doing fine hauling things far and wide with
branches in Kuala Lumpur and Johor. Who knows, as you drive past a lorry it
might be his!
Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Wong Mun Seong who had been treating us year after year
for so long. Thanks to you - rhetoric buddies who told us so many captivating
stories about business, politics, philosophy and geomancy. Last but not least,
thanks to the little audience who was so mercilessly bombarded yet so
receptive of the earful after earful of tales. I am sure it was the happiest
moment to our mentor, me and you.
When I visited him after all the festivities and party,
Mr. Miles asked me to convey to you this:
Thank you so much for your gorgeous meal
your most amiable and warm 2006 Xmas Day visits.
- Ted Miles. -"
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FOLLOWING IN DECEMBER
||LEE SAI KAN
||YANG AHMAD MAT RAIS
||KOK AH KOW
||ABDUL JALIL MOHD DIN
||MUNZIR BIN ABAS (HAJI)
||TAN CHEONG LUNG
||WONG LAN CHAN
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