How Do We Live Our Life

Yesterday my family visited my wife's cousin who is in a bitter battle with cancer. Looking at her, brought sad memories of my good friend who died due to cancer a few years ago. Really, really sad to look at someone you know who was in good health years ago now has become weak and frill.

This morning, more sad news. I heard on the radio that Neil Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon, had died. Why or how could this man be associated to my life?

You see, the Apollo 11 Mission, the first man's landing on the moon in 1969, that year I was 8 years old. I was in school Primary Two when this historic event took place. I am sure to say that many boys dreamt of being an astonaut, to fly space-ships and to fly into space.

My father bought a special issue of Life magazine that contained a lot of pictures of the Apollo 11 mission. I regret very much for not have kept the magazine in prime condition.

News of other people's death and knowing someone would die soon reflects on my own mortality. Sadly, human beings inevitably die.

I remember to have read in Robin Sharma's book, something about questioning yourself,"How would you live your life if you know you would die tomorrow?".

There was another line he wrote, "Who will cry when you die?".

In his book, Robin suggested one to make a list of "100 Things To Do Before I Die". I tried writing up the list but I think I reached less than twenty items. Eighty more to think of.

Man, I got to Think, Act, Live.....

Visited An Old Friend This Hari Raya

On the second day of Aidil Fitri, decided to visit a very old friend that I have not seen since the 1980’s, Roslan Hussein Merican. I first knew Roslan in 1981 when I was posted to Kwong Yik Bank Wisma Central branch. I was a new staff to the bank and Roslan was the first person to befriend me. Not only he treated me like a new colleague but I felt like he accepted me like a cousin.

At Roslan's house near Ampang Hilir, 1981.

After my transfer to SImpang, Taiping branch, Roslan was posted to the branch as relief Chief Cashier twice. On both occasion, Roslan stayed at my house in Asamkumbang.

On one weekend, I took Roslan for a walk up the Maxwell Hills together with my friends.

Maxwell Hills trip, 1982. Roslan in white t-shirt.

We lost touched after I left Kwong Yik Bank in 1986. By that time, Roslan was promoted to an Officer position and was transferred out of KL to other KYB branches in Terengganu and Kelantan.

It was this year (2012)that I got back in touch with Roslan through my daughter. It happened to be my daughter, Nina and Roslan’s daughter, Ika, were in the same college several years ago. Nina mentioned to me that Ika’s father is a very senior staff with RHB Bank ever since the KYB days. So I ask, what is her father’s name. Nina answered,”His name is Roslan Hussein”. I asked again,”Roslan Hussein Merican?”. Nina replied in positive. I mentioned to her that “uncle” Roslan is indeed my friend. I took out those few pictures that we took of the Maxwell Hills trip many years ago.

When I got Roslan’s mobile number from Ika through Nina, I sent an SMS to him. To my joy, Roslan replied in positive that he remembers me and my old model train set (Many years ago, I had a model electric train set on 8 feet x 4 feet base).  Ah! After all these years, we are able to get reconnected.

On this year’s Hari Raya, I decided to pay him a visit. It was great to finally meet Roslan again. I had intended for a short visit but we stayed for 4 hours.

We bade our goodbyes but rest assured, we will meet again soon.

My Hari Raya Memories

What was Hari Raya celebrations like when I was kid? I had fond memories of those years. What I enjoyed most was helping my mother baking cookies. Yes, my mother baked her own Hari Raya cookies when she was younger. As usual, she would also bake two butter cakes for the occasion. My help involved beating the eggs in a large bowl using a spring-coil like beater. Then, I would beat the dough too. For a young boy that sure took a lot of effort. That stopped when my sister bought her the motorized baking “assistant” which could be used for “beating” eggs and to mix dough.

If she needed coconut milk (santan), I would be the champion to scrape the coconut flesh using the old style coconut scraper. You know, the type that you had to sit on it with the sharp scraper protruding forward. In the later years, we would just buy the scraped coconut from nearby grocery store in Asamkumbang (Kedai Ah Leng).

 On the baking part, I was told to stay away from the hot gas oven. My help here would be to store the cookies in the tins. Usually, a few burnt ones would be given to me as a reward.

Approaching Hari Raya, my elder siblings would be home to spend a few days of the fast before the big day. My sister would “shanghai-ed” me to help with other chores – clean the brass wares with brasso. Sometimes, I would be asked to help with changing of the curtains.

One task I dislike most was when I had to prepare the kerosene lamps to be put along the fence and around the house. I would have to collect all of them the next morning.  Because we lived in house with large compound, there were so many lamps that I had to handle.  There must have been 80 to 100 of those lamps. These lamps were a mixed of ready made ones bought from the shops or home-made from old Brands Essence of Chicken bottles. It was a messy job after mending the lamps and pouring of kerosene into them.

Come Hari Raya, the most enjoyable moment was getting “duit raya” from my parents and elder siblings. I also enjoyed the visits to my other relatives who lived at Pokok Asam, Kampong Pinang (Kamunting), Matang, Bagan Serai and Titi Serong, near Parit Buntar.

Ahh! Sweet memories ….

My Train Journeys - Part 2.

In 1981, I began to work as a Bank Clerk/Teller in a bank at Kuala Lumpur. I left my beloved hometown, Taiping, on the Express Rakyat on a fine Saturday morning and arrived KL that afternoon. I went to my brother’s house in Taman Permata. It has been agreed that I stay with him for that few months until my transfer to Taiping some months later. I got the job primarily due to the bank needed people from Taiping to staff its new branch to be opened in Simpang, Taiping. During that few months while I worked in KL, I made regular trips home by train. Those days, we had to work half-day on Saturdays. Therefore,  I would take the Express Rakyat Northbound (Singapore-Butterworth) on Saturday afternoon and arrived Taiping that night. Sunday, I would return to KL with the Night Mail and arrived KL Monday morning and went straight to work. I would wash-up myself at the Wisma Central toilet before I start work. After I passed my probation period and  was qualified to use my Annual Leave, I would return to KL with the morning Express Rakyat Southbound (Butterworth- Singapore). That time, the Express Sinaran services were not yet available.

Sometimes, I would use the express buses but I always preferred to use the trains. Perhaps, I just enjoyed the train rides more than travel by bus.

So, what were the memorable moments in those train travels?

One, I met up with a my former school-mate, Wong Tat Weng, on one train trip from KL to Taiping. Tat Weng was working with an accounting firm in KL. That evening, our Express Rakyat journey had to end at Kuala Kangsar station. There was a goods train that had derailed near Bukit Berapit. We were informed that passengers will continue the journey by buses. Since the arranged buses had not arrived yet, some of us walked to KK bus station to ride the KK-Taiping express bus. I have not met Wong Tat Weng since.

Two, on one of my trip to Taiping, one passenger played the “newly released” 1981 Air Supply cassette on his portable cassette player over and over again. Remember, those were the years before CDs was invented.

Three, I enjoyed the view of the marshlands along Batu Gajah-Lahat- Ipoh line. Once in while, I could spot the Weaver Bird’s nest among the trees by the trackside. Hmm, I wonder whether this marshy area still exist now.

Four, the track-side vendors were still in existence only they could not board the express trains because these trains only stopped at the main stations for a short time. However, I could remember one pakcik who sold curry-puffs(big sized and full of filling whether beef or chicken). This pakcik would board the train from Malim Nawar until Kampar station or vice versa. Each curry-puff cost RM2 (1980’s). I would usually bought two. Oh, yummy!

I was transferred to Taiping sometime in the middle of 1981. While working in Taiping, I made monthly trips to KL, sometimes by express bus mostly by express trains. Why the monthly trips you might ask? Alright, the trips were to visit my girlfriend who live in KL (she still does. She is my wife now). Ah! What a young man would do for a girl, eh.

This went on until mid 1983, when I got the job in the Bank’s EDP (Electronic Data Processing) Department and moved back to Kuala Lumpur. This was the time that I had begun to be permanently located in KL. It was a sad day when I left  my Taiping home in my old Fiat 124ST (my late father’s car). I still remember my sad mother’s face waving goodbye from the house front door.

Thus, from then onwards, I made my monthly trips to Taiping to visit my mother and my beloved hometown. As a Systems Operator, I had to work on shift. Between the weekly shift cycle change, everyone was entitled a two days off. So, after every payday, I would travel to Taiping. Usually by train, sometimes I drove in that old Fiat but it was tiring (no PLUS highway yet) and sometimes by express bus.

If I went back home by train or bus, I would move about in Taiping by my old Chopper bicycle. That time, I was still a young (and slim) man. So, to ride a Chopper bike was not strange (my mom sold away the Chopper bicycle when I had grown “older” and bigger. My bottom got achy because of its slim seat).

When I was working in Citibank in the 1990’s, I even took the night train to Butterworth and visit Penang first. After an on overnight stay, then, I would go to Taiping to visit my mom. On these few occasions, I was able to meet up two of my school friends, Ban Heng (who works in Penang) and Karunamurthy (who studied at USM).  The most magnificient view on this journey was when the train passed through the Bukit Merah Lake, between Parit Buntar and Bagan Serai stations. By this time, KTMB had added the Sinaran Express services. Another beautiful sight is the swing railbridge near Prai.

This monthly trips went on right up until the year 2001 when I had to go to Singapore to work. In the 1990’s my mom had become quite weak due to her age and she needed someone to help her collect her monthly pensions at BSN bank. Of course, this monthly trips were usually by train. I just enjoyed the trains rides compared to riding the bus. It was more relaxed too, especially when I rode in the sleeping berth of the Senandung Malam trains.

In 2001, I went to work in Singapore for three years. The first trip down a day before I reported for duty, I rode the Senandung Malam Southbound train on the Second Class Sleeping Berth.  While working in Singapore, I travelled weekly to KL to visit my family. The trips were mostly by express bus (cheaper) and sometimes by train when I am not in a hurry.  However, several times, the Senandung Malam trains had encountered delays. I remember once due to another train derailment and two occasions due to floods near Gemas.  KTMB transferred affected passengers by local buses to the next station, where we would continue our journey to Singapore by train.

In 2004, I returned to Kuala Lumpur to work. By these time, I resumed to visit Taiping every month but usually by driving my car. Sadly, my mom had reached a frail state due to her age. It was easier for me to drive home because I had to collect her pensions on her behalf.

So, here it ends of my travels by train. I have yet to take a train ride right to Bangkok. Future plans will include to travel Europe by train and to ride the AMTRAK in North America.

Novice Skydiver Adventure

Encouraged by my late brother Muhandes in 1981,  I followed my two other brothers to try sky-diving.

Capt(R) Moid doing precheck.

Brother Muhandes had  a Master-Jumper license from the United States Parachutist Association (USPA).  Back then, he was a member of the Wilayah Parachute Club. I was a newbie while my two other brothers had several jumps in their log books already.

The small group of novices (I think there was eight of us) was required to attend several weeks of ground training. The location was an old bungalow by an old tin mine which is now the Flamingo Hotel near Ampang. The ground training involved stretching exercises, jogging and the PLF (Parachute Landing Fall). Other than brother Muhandes, there were two other men who were our instructors. One of them was by the name of Captain (R) Moid. Sometimes, there was another guy, an air force officer, Captain Meor, also came to help.

After several weeks of ground training and safety briefing, we went to Malacca Airport for our first two jumps. Remember, those were the days before PLUS highway was in existence. We departed KL for Malacca very early on a Saturday morning. We arrived Malacca Airport in some 3 hours drive, I think.

In 1981, the Malacca Airport was not very busy. There were a few flights serving Malacca to Padang and Medan. The flight academy was not yet formed. Therefore, the airport was quite available for parachute jumps.

The aircraft for our use was a Cessna  172 from the Selangor Flying Club. The pilot was a retired air force captain whose name I could not recall.

As novice jumpers, we were to use the round canopy static line parachutes. The Cessna would take us up to the height of 3000 ft  and each trip would only fit 3 novice jumpers  and one jump-master (of course with the pilot). The jump-master will coordinate with the pilot on the point and direction for us to exit the aircraft. Before exiting, the pilot will cut the power to the engine and the jump-master called me to the exit position.  The exit position is under the right wing, right foot on the aircraft wheel, left foot on the climb-pedal and both hands on the wing strut. When  I confirmed I was ready, the master-jumper gave the order to “Go”, I kicked my right leg backwards and let my hands off the wing strut.

Then I began the count “five thousand, four thousand, three thousand, two thousand, one thousand, check canopy”. It was a great relief to see the parachute opened normally. The view around me was great but brief because it took less than three minutes to reach the ground.

All the novices completed our second jumps by that afternoon. After we packed up, we went to Bandar Hilir for makan. Back then, the food stalls and the shore line was where the Mahkota Parade stands now. After a good meal, we said our goodbyes to Malacca and headed back to KL.

I did four more jumps  at Ipoh Airport in 1982. I did not continue the sport because it became costly.

In 1989, my brother Muhandes died in a parachuting accident while rehearsing for the grand opening of the SEA Games in KL. This incident hurt my mother very much and thus I ceased participation in that sport.

My Navy Basic Training 1979

In 1979, after I got my MCE results, I joined the Royal Malaysia Navy in its Navy Apprentice program.

All apprentices were needed to go through a three months basic training after which they will be posted to various technical training establishments in Malaysia (Polytechnic Ungku Omar, Ipoh), the UK, India and Australia. I was supposed to be with a group of 12 to be sent to Australia. Back then, the basic training camp was at Bah Soon Pah Road, Singapore (when RMN main base was at Woodlands).

However, it was not to be for me. While I had passed the various trials for selection, I had not met the mark during basic training. I failed in the swimming tests and I was always the last in the 5KM run during PT.

After three months, I was one of the very few who was let off and return to civilian life.

Anyway, I had some fond memories and made many good friends.

Interesting thing was, I met an old school friend, Hishamuddin a few weeks before I left the camp. Hisham was there for the final selection for the next intake of navy recruits. He did not pass and eventually went to a Teachers Training College. However, Hishamuddin lost his life in a motor vehicle accident at the Bentong-Kuantan road In the 1980’s.

Late Hishamuddin, squatting, on my left.

Some pictures to share about my short stint with the Navy.



Cleaning our barracks. Me, center, shirtless.

Certificate of Merit - K.E. VII School Band 1980

After MCE (Malaysia Certificate of Education) examinations in 1978, I came back to the school to participate and assist the school band. Those were the years the band did not have a formal music instructor, therefore, the seniors were responsible to help to coach and train the existing and new members. I also assisted the school's Boy Scouts during those years. How was that for multi-tasking?

In 1980, Mr Ng Peng Khoon put in a recommendation to the school Principal, Mr Long Heng Hua, that a Certificate of Merit be awarded to me. Since I was not a regular student, the certificate was awarded to me in the Principal's office and was witnessed by Mr Ng.

It was really an honour to receive the certificate and truly the feeling was most valueable to me. I still have the certificate to this day.