THE MESSAGE NO. 93 - AUGUST 2009
THE TENGKU ISKANDAR SERIES
THE LADY ANON.6TH EDITION
93 NINETY THREE
I AM COUNTING UP AND UP TO REACH THE ENVIABLE
100 ISSUES OF THE MESIAN-MESSAGE
AT 5 MINUTES AND 6 SECONDS AFTER 4 A.M.,
ON THE 7TH OF August, THIS YEAR,
THE TIME AND DATE WILL BE:
THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN UNTIL THE YEAR 3009!!!
(I had a deep feeling that you just needed to know this)
Aren't you glad you are in my address book?
THANK YOU SELVARAJ DANIEL
I VISITED AN OLD BUDDY
One day I was looking for Lee Sai Kan's new residence in Setapak. Then I called him and realized that I had to
turn back. As I drove along I was training my eyes on four blocks of yellow skyscrapers as told by Sai Kan
through the phone.
Soon after a few manoeuvres I arrived at the guard house. Sai Kan was there to welcome me. He looked sturdy
healthy. We had lunch in a little condo in-house eatery. As we ate I commended that he looked fine. However,
softly he denied saying he has pains here and there and everywhere. But I noticed not any crinkling of forehead
nor any groan of agony from him as would someone who were in pain.
We went up to his new unit of residence in the Platinum Lake Condominium. The place was very clean, very
and cool too! Security was tight with only electronic cardholder could unlatch the entrance to the lobby leading
to the lifts.
The lift lifted us up floor after floor. Within minutes we reached his abode. Sai Kan unlocked three locks and
we were in his new condo. The condition inside was spic and span. It was more spacious than the previous unit he
lived in where I have been. "Hey, you have upgraded your standard of living, Sai Kan," I commended.
"No, now I'm downgraded 3 levels. Over there I was on the 12 floor, remember?" Sai Kan has a good sense of
humour! Then he flashed me a broad smile of content. Physically Sai Kan living quarters has been lowered down.
However, by looking at the so clean and so spacious condo, his living conditions have been upgraded several
on the quality level.
In the four-room unit Sai Kan lived happily with his son and daughters on the ninth floor. He appeared very
satisfied in life. We talked of life long ago. He remembered the stream behind the school and Tong Ah Tai's
house. (Rich memories only, as those real things now you cannot see).
Sai Kan recalled his old buddy Chan See Phong and also the lady Lan Chan, Wong. He mentioned of the aerated
manufacturing factory in Loke Yew Street named Kat Cheong Long. He remembered this and recalled that; we
very entertained at that. Didn't our mentor say somewhere that "remembering makes our lives richer"! After an
hour's chit-chat with each other, we departed and felt our selves much richer. That was the two of us's lessons
in real living history! Cheerio buddy!!
PART III THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN
by Chen Khin Sang
Tokyo Disney Resort
The resort comprises of two sections; namely Disneyland and Disney-sea. Disneyland, as the name imply, has more
land mass whilst Disney-sea is more of a water theme park; both are about the same size in terms of area.
The ever popular Disney movie’s characters (for example, Mickey, Donald, Pluto, Alice, ETC are all present to
meet you at the entrance - basically a large lawn with an impressive arch with the word "Tokyo Disneyland"
inscribed. These ever-green characters stationed themselves strategically at different locations across the
entire lawn. Tourists stopped these cartoon characters to take photographs. Melodious music filled the air via
loudspeakers hidden in flower patches. The whole atmosphere was like a carnival.
At Western Land in Disneyland theme park, you see a direct replica of the barren Rocky Mountain; Mississippi
River with the associated river-boats; wooden rafts made from logs and a jungle which depicts the Red Indian
life-style. There is also a tunnel that relates the story of "Pirates of the Caribbean" with treasure chest
filled to the brim with gold coins. Drunken pirates, hand still holding a bottle of rum, were everywhere.
At Fantasyland, Haunted Mansion is venue for tombs, aberrations, pop-up ghosts and long dead couples dancing
a "now you see it and next you don't" illusion. It is home to 999 ghostly inhabitants. At one corner is a dusty
ancient study table on which is an equally ancient book with pages turning by itself. Suffice to say there is a
lot more bizarre phenomenon in this haunted Gothic mansion.
The buildings at World Bazzar are all built and designed like those you see in a cowboy movie circa late 18th to
early 19th century (of Victorian era). Here you find souvenir shops and restaurants. Things at Disneyland
certainly exhibit a distinctive American influence; naturally so since it originates from America.
At Tomorowland, I sat in one futuristic capsule. When it started, I got a very real feeling I was on a journey to
the galaxy. Rocketing through the light-years - something like moving at great speed towards a centre black hole
and emerging on the other side of brightness in the brink of an eye. My spacecraft knocks on edges of a few
star-shaped crystalline structures while touring the stars - very life-like indeed!
I particularly enjoyed another ride. This time is on a Star War fighter plane piloted by a robot in the Star War
movie. I felt I was in a dog-fight in space chasing enemy space craft. I could feel the motion during
maneuvering. My vehicle vibrated violently when under attack. I could feel a jolt on my seat. It looks real. It
feels real. Incredible!
Tokyo Disneyland is a place where you can experience a lot of fun and excitement - a place where dreams
I took a trip to Kyoto, the former Japanese capital from the 8th to the 17th century. I boarded the Shinkansen
(nick-named bullet train) at Tokyo rail station. The shinkansen operates at speeds of over 200 km/hr to a maximum
of 300 km/hr.
Soon after passing the city of Yokohama, Mount Fiji came into view. The loftiest mountain in Japan, Mt. Fiji's
peak is at 12,385 feet and is capped with snow even in April. This cone shaped volcano has been dormant for 3
00 years. The Japanese had worshipped Mt. Fiji since ancient times as a holy mountain.
An hour has passed and the train made a brief stop at Nagoya - a modern city which is half way to Kyoto.
I arrived at my destination, more than 400 km away and took only a little over two hours.
Kyoto served as the center of the imperial court in Japan's early history. The city is abounding with shrines and
temples - 1,600 is the total. There is a huge magnificent garden at the northern end of the city. I separate
Kyoto city into the broad dichotomy of "ancient" and "modern" areas. The ancient area such as Dion is easily
identifiable by low wooden buildings with tile roof and narrow lanes. Their streets are lined with decorative
lanterns and some arches. Here you still find Geisha girls trotting to work in tea houses during twilight hours.
Some counter staffs, dressed in kimono, are seen coaxing customers to buy their wares. There are small groups of
Japanese ladies, all dressed in kimono too, shopping here.
Traditional artifacts are abundant in this place. Tea ceremony and ikebana (flower arrangement) are two
arts still performed for the benefit of tourists. Kabuki, a famous theatrical art form of Japan (very similar to
Chinese opera) is performed in a one hour programme on an enormous stage. Thus, Kyoto can be regarded as
of the Japanese culture.
Not everything is ancient in Kyoto. You do find ultra modern shopping areas with 25 feet side-walk lining both
sides of a 60 ft wide road. Establishments like Star Buck, Coffee Bean and Channel are in this district.
Therefore, Kyoto is a blend of "old" and "new".
PART II : STORY NO. 5
MY WORKING LIFE
BY PETER CHONG SANG FAH
Upon completing school with the backing up of being knowledgeable in the subject of commercial knowledge, I
job in the British Engineering firm located in Petaling Jaya in 1965 as an inventory invoice clerk with a monthly
income of RM 150.00. That was the order of the day and I thought I would be able to live by comfortably
throughout my life. Naive as I was happy and able to live by comfortably for 2 to 3 months with some money
to my parents demonstrating I was a filial son.
As months went by after that, I began to feel the crunch of the income and there was always a shortfall of
running out the keep within 20 days in the month and I had to go poor for the rest of the months. I had to live
by sometime with sympathy of colleagues and friends and sometimes going without meals and stood hardship in
walking to work which was about 5km away from the place of residence.
Sometime, I went to borrow money from friends, housemates and colleagues and this behaviour of borrowing
become a pest to them and they always shunt away from my approaches later and this had resulted social
Maybe these entire misendeavours were a blessing in disguise as it prompted me that the experience I was having
could not persist and I had to put a stop to these bad behaviours. I had to change my lifestyle. As I cannot
become a professional or any skill worker simply because I had no experience on that and I was not qualified
academically because I had only high school academic qualification. All these analysis led me to becoming a
man doing sales and after endeavouring in many form of sales, I landed in selling cars.
Being a novice, I had to pick up from scratch. Knowing that I had nobody to depend on to guide me or train me,
had to build up my networking and work hard. I had to excel and prosper in this profession because it was this
company that had given me the opportunity to enter into a sales job. I pick up the trade through on job training
and when I started to sell cars, I began to learn all the in things of the trade, such as making money on
trade-in cars and commission derives from selling cars. Making money from motor insurance and financing
commissions added to the income and soon I saw that my earning power went many folds higher as compared
static income I received from the previous company.
As years went by, I became good in the trade and I was promoted to become a sales manager in 1973 for a new
selling Renault cars for an Inchcape Group. I was there till 1976 and resigned to be on my own. Since then, I
have not looked back on employment and I went into every trade that can bring some comfortable living like
agent in motor financing, motor insurance, and brokering in leasing or properties financing. Being a housing
developer where I failed miserably and lost my fortune and also became a contractor on house renovation and
school bus driver.
All these ventures only allowed me to survive but never glamour in financial status until the year of 1993. I
embarked on this foreign human resources and I am honoured to say that I took a diligent pain to learn the trade
at the beginning of time. I have encountered my unpleasantness with unworthy partner and decided to be on my
again. Since then, I have been able to sustain on this trade very well until now establishing my networking in
all aspect of foreign working matters in recruiting domestic helpers and foreign workers on sector where the
Helping the client to extent their workers permit and other relevant works to qualify the workers' permit
renewal. I earn a living now through service charge and commission from the respective recruiter from countries
of source. The earnings have been keeping well and comfortably covering both for me and my family so far.
I was married in 1975 and have four children, three girls and one boy. They are grown up now with two
them been to Australia to study and obtained their degree there. The other two have gone through their college
degree locally. I have successfully owned a double story terrace house where financial burden have been fully
accounted for. All the above burdens have possible accounted for through the blessing on my present work. My
putting this thought to you is to let you know how I came up to this life of achievement as compare to my earlier
CALLING ON OUR CYBER FAN IN SEREMBAN
It was A.M time I boarded the commuter train down south. The wait at the main train station was but about 15
minutes. The train was almost empty as it was a Sunday. It was a cool and steady ride. I was able to read the
newspaper of the day. Today was World No Smoking day and the front page of the papers was splashed with
pictures of havoc wrought by cigarette smoking.
The train took an hour and a half to reach Seremban. At the station I waited for my buddy Yen, but he was
to be seen. Then I phoned him. Yes, after twenty minutes he drove up in his Mercedes. I was whisked away to
Kuala Sawah where we had breakfast of rice vermicelli cooked in meat soup. After the meal he took me to his
in an oil palm plantation.
Yen was looking after an orchard for someone and he made full use of the farm. Around the house was vacant
ground. There were planted some fruit trees like mango trees, rambutan trees, durian trees, papaya etc. He had
cleared an area where he hopes to cultivate some herbs. Oh! He is an avid advocate of herbs for various cures.
had written and published a book on herbs indicating their uses. He is working on two other volumes to be
released soon all done by his own efforts and probably published with his own money too.
His dwelling place is an excellent abode for a retiree, and Yen is. It is a modern bungalow set in the country
side with all the amenities that you could find in the city: piped water, electricity and satellite TV but no
telephone line. The last mentioned is now not that important for almost everyone nowadays carries a mobile.
After visiting my cyber fan's farm, I called Mahalingam out for tea. We met at an Indian restaurant and drank
ginger laced tea. The meeting turned out to be a long conversation about all and sundries. Yen said he would
start a chicken farm rearing the species of chicken with dark meat! Why? It has more food and medicinal values.
That was the cue! The droppings he would wash into a buried receptacle to be converted into organic manure
his herbs and vegetables. He had seen it done in a now booming country in the East - on TV.
"Have you seen chickens wearing spectacles?" Yen suddenly popped the question.
"What! Are we living in delusion?" I was beginning to question.
"I've seen it on TV. You see chickens are greedy. While pecking food, they peck other chickens that join in the
feeding. It was so much that chickens are pecked bald. Previously, the way to stop this was to pull a feather and
stick it through the chicken's nostrils. In that way they would not be seeing their neighbours eating. So there
would not be any vengeful pecking!"
"Oh! I've seen treading a feather through a chicken's nostril being done, but I did not know why it was done. Now
only I learn." Cut in Mahalingam.
"Then later chicken farmers clip off the upper beak of the chickens to prevent them fighting while feeding. But
customers do not like to see chickens with lower protruding beaks too because that is not the natural
of the chickens." Said our cyber friend.
So in China now, they make the chickens wear a sort of plastic spectacles to prevent them seeing sideways and
stop them pecking their neighbours. They only look straight and peck to get their fill. That is why they are
wearing spectacles. Ha, ha, ha!
Mahalingam lamented that in all the housing gardens around Seremban town, flocks and flocks of green pigeons
around. We wondered why they abound. We decided that they are now living in peace - no enemies. Those days,
humans used to steam or boil or fry pigeons as meat. Nowadays, our diet is full of meat because meat, especially
chicken is easily available. Who would go to trap pigeons, strangle them and then cook them for the table? Yes,
"strangle them" Yen stressed because we want the blood to be in the carcass too. It must be a real bloody meal
eating them pigeons. Yuck!
Latest from the Internet. It seems nowadays, they have replaced pigeons for the table with rats! The next time if
you were in a restaurant in China or in Indonesia and you have pigeon on your menu, you may be downing meat
rodents instead! Yuck, Yuck!!.
Mahalingam recalled how his boss in Bentong once always got pigeons from a lady. He thought the man was
pigeons. So one day Mahalingam asked of him, "Sir, I notice you used to get pigeons so often. I don't see them
flying around, where are your pigeons?"
Pointing to his tummy his boss said, "Oh! They are with me. I steamed them, I don't keep them." Hey there
pigeons, if the economy worsens, you might return to be a human food item!
HISTORY REELING BACK HALF A CENTURY:
BACK TO1959 - AUGUST
August being the month long school holidays those days. There was a lot of moving of students out of the school
and the hostel going back home to their kampongs.
Names mentioned in his August diary were: Brian, Tengku Jamil, Zainal, Hock Sek, Nik Hassan, Bakar,
Shafie, John, Munzir, Sabaruddin, Koon Peng, Ponniah, Razak, Dzulkifli. The late Yang Ahmad the great athlete
also came in to offer his good self to win for M.E.S. prizes and trophies.
Some of the hostel inmates including their master staged a raid on the haunted house next door. They found no
ghosts but acted as if they themselves were spirits from the other world with their screeching and screaming
....he writes 4, he types click-clack when I knock at his door....
FROM SIR, WITH LOVE
Remember that old song with the line "I live in memory Among My Souvenirs"? That can definitely be applied to
Yours Truly; I live among a whole houseful of souvenirs from those glorious M.E.S. days.
My computer sits on the old desk that graced the "Principal's Office", one corner of a very noisy Primary
classroom down in the old building back in '53-'54. It served me well for those two years, and it's still making
itself useful even though it doesn't have anything in common with those sleek modem computer tables.
I rescued quite a few of the old wooden "coffee-shop chairs" when the school closed in the early 70s. They
certainly knew how to make furniture in those days! There are four of the chairs around my kitchen table, in
constant use, and they're just as sturdy today as they were fifty years ago.
That's the sum total of pieces of furniture from M.E.S. that I have in my house now-unless you count my
"coffin-bed". That creation served me well in the Hostel, both as a day-time seat in the office and a night-time
bed. It followed me to Kuantan in '66 and came back with me in '69. It's used as a storage-box now, just waiting
to fulfill its destiny.
Perhaps the most notable of my souvenirs are the old student cards going right back to the beginning (when
was A.G.S.) and report cards from 1953 when I appeared on the scene. There's nothing I enjoy more than showing
your old report cards to your children.
If you haven't already been given yours, come by to collect. Your cards will either give you something to brag
about (no red marks!) or something to put you to shame (too many red marks!). Either way, your children will have
something to talk about-including all those strange subjects (that aren't a part of the curriculum today):
Recitation, Reading, Dictation, Spelling, Nature Study, Scripture, Singing, even Writing (Penmanship). These
report-card souvenirs will bring back a lot of memories. Trust me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FOLLOWING IN AUGUST
||MOHD. SHAH MD. YUSOF
||TG. DATO IBRAHIM TG. SULAIMAN
||WONG KEM CHIN
||WONG SWEE SANG
||AU ZI SHOI
||HJ. MOKHTAR MATPIAH
||FONG SHEK PHOOI
||MOHD RAZLAN MARZUKI
||ZULKIFLI BIN MOHD ARIFFIN
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