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THE MESSAGE NO 62 JANUARY 2007
THE PETER CHEONG SANG FAH SERIES.
THE ................ EDITION


HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007
CHRISTMAS
IT WAS A JOYOUS DAY
FOR ALL OF US

 Cars In Line

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

Array Of Food

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 of curries.


HOME TO FEED A MULTITUDE

 Car Animation

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 party.

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
Toasting Animation
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

Toasting Animation

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

"YAM...... SING......"

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

Yam...... Sing......






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 things!!!

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 unaddressable!

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


Teh Tarik

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 the family.

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
and
your most amiable and warm 2006 Xmas Day visits.
- Ted Miles. -"




HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FOLLOWING IN DECEMBER


Birthday Cake - Green




No.
NAME
BIRTHDAY
1
LEE SAI KAN
JAN 1
2
YANG AHMAD MAT RAIS
JAN 1
3
KOK AH KOW
JAN 5
4
ABDUL JALIL MOHD DIN
JAN 7
5
MUNZIR BIN ABAS (HAJI)
JAN 21
6
TAN CHEONG LUNG
JAN 30
7
WONG LAN CHAN
JAN 31



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