Labour Day hols: CK and family and Ah Yee were back for a short holiday. Truth is Ah Yee had to have her teeth checked and also they wanted to jenguk on Yee Cheong, so they made the trip home. Simultaneously my family drove to Penang to attend 5 Pak Leong's second sister's husband funeral. (I'll get to that later.)
CK, being the nice guy, as always, drove all the way to PJ to pick up Chew Nga Chee, took her shopping at Ikano and then took her to Rwg. We were to meet up with them for dinner on our way home from Pg.
Something interesting happened on our way home. We were at Bidor when Yee Cheong called me to meet up with him and CK at CK's house in Bk Sentosa. Alfred and I were instructed to pose as buyers of his house. Go figure.
We met at the Bk Beruntung toll and on seeing CK, I demanded to know what percentage of the sale figure would go to us. To put on record, he said 5%. Hmm, u think that's a lot of money, Samm? Hey, c'mon, that amount has to be shared among the 6 of us: Alfred and I, Kim, Jon, Beverly and Darren. Because the kids were also told to play their part by saying positive stuff like, Dad, this house is so big, we can build a swimming pool right here, and, Mom I want the upstairs room, etc etc!
I guess we had shit luck for the tenants were away on holiday! We only pretended to walk around the exterior of the house! Burnlah, the 5%!!
Then we went for dinner at Chee Chin's (ground floor of Heng Yee's karaoke). Ordered steamed tilapia in ginger and wine, nam yue pai kuat, malai fung kong, wok chai taufu with large prawns, fried chicken wings, soft taufu in fragrant shallots and oyster sauce plus three more dishes that we brought from home that Ah Yee cooked, i.e. steamed pak cham choy yeen kai - the yellow skin fragrant variety, large taugeh and minced pork and fried spinach - of course we had to have so much - Heng Yee was also invited! The dishes : damn cun! yummy!
Suddenly all hell broke lose! It started to pour! Everyone ran helter skelter. Pheck Woon and the maid took care of their kids, the rest of us carted the taugeh, choy yeen kai and spinach to safety! But Yee Cheong lost his expensive Chinese tea to the heavy raindrops. (Fortunately the dishes that we ordered had not arrived yet; if they did I guess we'd have to ask Heng Yee, Ah Yee and Alfred to bend over them so that we wouldn't have to kah liu.)
We waited for a while cos there was an empty table in the aircon area. The fourteen of us squeezed into a tiny cubicle, all seated at one miserable table. By this time we were all drenched, not in the raindrops but in our own sweat cos it was so darn hot in the room! The wall fan was faulty - it couldn't swivel and it was blowing towards another table. Suddenly I looked opposite where I was sitting and I..I..was overcome with pity cos..cos..my Feilou, Heng Yee and Ah Yee were all like squished up in one corner... just close your eyes now, and, picture in your mind, three wet, sweaty elephants huddled together and you'll know what I mean.
The dining experience was quite funny though I wouldn't like to be caught in the rain again while eating.
Back to the funeral thingy. Suan Yee's husband (the deceased) had a stroke about 4 years ago. He was about 50 years old then. Their lives took a drastic topsy turvy turn having to accommodate his illness. They had to look for a single storey house because he could no longer walk or stand on his own, let alone walk up the stairs, he became very impatient out of frustration; this made all this children tah laang chaan and everyone agonised over many changes that had to be made.
Fortunately he recovered and was able to walk slowly with a walking stick. But he did not feel the need to walk more than he wanted to and spent most of his time eating and watching tv. Just before his demise, he had asked Suan Yee for a cup of water, but he just could not hold the cup. He knew that it was a second attack. His last words to his wife were, "Suan ah, bye bye ler..this is my second stroke...". He was rushed to the hospital where he never regained consciousness and passed away.
Moral of the story: Eat less salt, exercise; don't lead a sedentary lifestyle, eat moderately. This one's for you, Alfred.
CK, being the nice guy, as always, drove all the way to PJ to pick up Chew Nga Chee, took her shopping at Ikano and then took her to Rwg. We were to meet up with them for dinner on our way home from Pg.
Something interesting happened on our way home. We were at Bidor when Yee Cheong called me to meet up with him and CK at CK's house in Bk Sentosa. Alfred and I were instructed to pose as buyers of his house. Go figure.
We met at the Bk Beruntung toll and on seeing CK, I demanded to know what percentage of the sale figure would go to us. To put on record, he said 5%. Hmm, u think that's a lot of money, Samm? Hey, c'mon, that amount has to be shared among the 6 of us: Alfred and I, Kim, Jon, Beverly and Darren. Because the kids were also told to play their part by saying positive stuff like, Dad, this house is so big, we can build a swimming pool right here, and, Mom I want the upstairs room, etc etc!
I guess we had shit luck for the tenants were away on holiday! We only pretended to walk around the exterior of the house! Burnlah, the 5%!!
Then we went for dinner at Chee Chin's (ground floor of Heng Yee's karaoke). Ordered steamed tilapia in ginger and wine, nam yue pai kuat, malai fung kong, wok chai taufu with large prawns, fried chicken wings, soft taufu in fragrant shallots and oyster sauce plus three more dishes that we brought from home that Ah Yee cooked, i.e. steamed pak cham choy yeen kai - the yellow skin fragrant variety, large taugeh and minced pork and fried spinach - of course we had to have so much - Heng Yee was also invited! The dishes : damn cun! yummy!
Suddenly all hell broke lose! It started to pour! Everyone ran helter skelter. Pheck Woon and the maid took care of their kids, the rest of us carted the taugeh, choy yeen kai and spinach to safety! But Yee Cheong lost his expensive Chinese tea to the heavy raindrops. (Fortunately the dishes that we ordered had not arrived yet; if they did I guess we'd have to ask Heng Yee, Ah Yee and Alfred to bend over them so that we wouldn't have to kah liu.)
We waited for a while cos there was an empty table in the aircon area. The fourteen of us squeezed into a tiny cubicle, all seated at one miserable table. By this time we were all drenched, not in the raindrops but in our own sweat cos it was so darn hot in the room! The wall fan was faulty - it couldn't swivel and it was blowing towards another table. Suddenly I looked opposite where I was sitting and I..I..was overcome with pity cos..cos..my Feilou, Heng Yee and Ah Yee were all like squished up in one corner... just close your eyes now, and, picture in your mind, three wet, sweaty elephants huddled together and you'll know what I mean.
The dining experience was quite funny though I wouldn't like to be caught in the rain again while eating.
Back to the funeral thingy. Suan Yee's husband (the deceased) had a stroke about 4 years ago. He was about 50 years old then. Their lives took a drastic topsy turvy turn having to accommodate his illness. They had to look for a single storey house because he could no longer walk or stand on his own, let alone walk up the stairs, he became very impatient out of frustration; this made all this children tah laang chaan and everyone agonised over many changes that had to be made.
Fortunately he recovered and was able to walk slowly with a walking stick. But he did not feel the need to walk more than he wanted to and spent most of his time eating and watching tv. Just before his demise, he had asked Suan Yee for a cup of water, but he just could not hold the cup. He knew that it was a second attack. His last words to his wife were, "Suan ah, bye bye ler..this is my second stroke...". He was rushed to the hospital where he never regained consciousness and passed away.
Moral of the story: Eat less salt, exercise; don't lead a sedentary lifestyle, eat moderately. This one's for you, Alfred.
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