Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Singapore Chapter...... My place of birth ..


the spot where once stood the house I was born..

Pasir Panjang Hill..... Thats where I was born, in a house above a garage ( Someone told me no wonder I am crazy with cars ). This was a row of about 3 or four garages with accomadation above them.  Its strange that I still remember the green colour of the building.

Pasir Panjang Road 5 1/2 ms. Later we moved to a kampung at 5 1/4 ms. (I might have my facts wrong and maybe ASH can verify it )  In fact it was only at age of 20 or 21 that we moved out of Pasir Panjang and moved to the West Coast area ( at no 58....see my past posting )



 in front of the spot...

The junction of Pasir Panjang Road and Pasir Panjang Hill hasn't changed much in he sense that I could easily recognize the place. However as we drove up the road, things changed.  There was nothing there to remind me of the old. BUT, I could recognize the spot of the old garages due to the bend in the road which, thankfully , didn't changed much at all. The place was just filled with mansions all along the road.

The photos showed what I mean and I wished I had picture of the old Pasir Panjang Hill.



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Monday, November 16, 2009

The Singapore Chapter....... A Voice in The Wilderness

We were driving around  what used to be familiar areas of years gone by. The mansion, bungalows, condominiums and Government apartments all over the place.  While driving down this road, Iain gave an excited shout..'RUMAH KAMPUNG !!!!!.... What ? The two words seems almost impossible and non-existant in this environment !

I was still in a daze , even after some seconds. Then the driver reversed...and I had to look twice to make sure I wasn't hellucinating !

Smack in the middle among all this modern concrete houses.....stood a kampung house on stilts - a 'rumah panggung'. No ! It can't be.

Its just an ordinary wooden house but why are 5 people here so excited ! Probably because we considered it as a miracle to find one still standing amongst all the giants.

The house sits in a plot of land big enough to have a terribly big mansion built on it.  Its well painted in mild yellow with brown beams.  The compound itself is covered by concrete but it is SOO clean.

I was busy taking photographs on the outside when I saw a woman coming out of the kitchen.  Gave my salam and started a conversation. after the routine introduction, she gave that look to ASH, and in my head I went, 'Oh oh !'....and true enough , she turned out to be ASH's ex student. So we were invited in and ASH and the women were hugging and I think both of them were in tears. I mean ...after all these years...30 odd years or so..

Anyway from the talk, we derived that the house is 37 years old and she is staying there with 3 other siblings.  They said they refused to let go of their father's heritege inspite of the offers made on them. They said their father spent his last day in that house. And all these years there were attempts to m,ake their life miserable BUT THEY STOOD THEIR GROUND.

They did not give them any reason to find fault as everything about the property followed the strict health and environment regulation.

I walked round the compound and could not believe my eyes ! That place is clean .... really clean. I'm not sure their neighbours with their super designed building could actually match the cleanliness !

Kudos to these siblings for hanging on to what they believe in and my prayers go out to their continuing existance . WHAT BRAVE PEOPLE !


 The front view



a bigger picture



a close-up



Iain and ASH



 From their front gate



me and ASH



ASH and Halimah, her ex-student.



The cross-beam - totally dust-free, supporting the house

Their cat in the court yard.. NOTE HOW CLEAN THE CONCRETE FLOOR IS !

Sunday, November 15, 2009

INTERLUDE....The worst mobile service provider !

Marxist (the spelling is deliberate).... my phone service provider has GOT to be the worst in Malaysia ! Remember my problems with them ( zero signal with no automatic roaming ) when I crossed the border into Singapore last week-end ?

Well they have outdone themselves !!!

Yesterday (Saturday) , I sent some mms at about 4.00pm and when I discovered that by 7.00pm none of my 6 mms was delivered, I called the customer service. After the normal protocol , I was told that they had a breakdown in their GPRS service and then quickly corrected himself by saying they are UPGRADING THE SYSTEM !!! Gosh ! Should we feel ever so grateful for this 'upgrading' . All I wanted was to send my mms. I don't want to transmit a digital tv programme from my phone !!

Worst still, we were never informed of this BREAKDOWN ( lets not use the other word ) . Normally we get all sort of messages from them regarding new services and so on and so on and all the spam smses.

I'm checking to see if I can change to another service provider but maintaing my old number with no extra charges !!!

Any info on this  anyone ??  I AM MAAAAD !!!!!!!

The Singapore Chapter ....Pasir Panjang English Primary School

Yes ... my primary school. In fact all my three siblings studied here. Its an old  U-shaped building made of good strong wood, asbestos sheet and old styled roofing tiles. Its got one of the best location - at a foothill with a big field and lots of big Flame of The Forest Trees.

I discovered that its no longer a school but has become a rehabilitation centre for drug addicts and run by a Church organization.



ASH and I took a walk through the main gate and familiar yard. After all this time nothing much has changed. The big trees were still there !! The garden, the shade. Standing there , I could picture kids in the light blue shirt or blouse and their dark blue pants or pinafore. The beautiful field is still there with their deep green grass. I was so glad that they had preserved that and had not build condominiums or mansion.


The not-so-shady-but-still-standing tree and that beautiful field in the background.

We walked to what used to be the 'tuck-shop' ( a word rarely used now) or canteen ( the widely-used term now). There are long tables, a pool table and some settees. I gathered it is the recreational area for the inmates now. ( Oh by the way , they were kind enough to give us permission to walk about the place. )

There were few inmates there and they were friendly to us. I walked over to the square where the badminton courts were and still are. Stood there and remembered the daily assemblies, the badminton games and the gatherings before school started.



No ! I wasn't praying. I was actually taking photograph.


Went to the stairs case and the wood were still the original. Yes indeed, they don't make them like they used to anymore. I hope and pray that this building will remain and be a heritage treasure for future generation.


The canteen and now their recreation area.


 
 
From the gate.


 
The court yard . Its still a badminton court .






From the ground level to show its grandeur !

LONG LIVE PASIR PANJANG ENGLISH PRIMARY SCHOOL !
(Whatever it is now, it will always be PPEPS to me ! and I thank the management for keeping it in its present pristine condition !)

INTERLUDE...

if ever there is a grumpy look, this is it !
any caption to this ?
mine would be : 
'Stupid humans ! Took away my chair ! Do they think I'm a cat ? @#$#@#%%'




The Singapore Chapter.....58, Jalan Mas Kuning and the people .around us.

The above is the house my late father bought when he retired. It was at the time when I graduated from the Singapore Teachers' College. It was also the time when ASH graduated from the Singapore University and started teaching in Yusof Ishak Secondary School which was situated very close to No 58.

It was strange then to to have 'next-door' neighbors - something we never experienced before when living in kampung houses ! We felt that people are watching each other ever so closely - and we were also guilty of that.

My right side neighbour was a Fillipino family. The man of the house was working for Caltex . The couple had something like 4 daughters and a son if I remembeted correctly and they were so noisy. But the children never play with other kids. They kept very much to themcelves.

My left side neighbour was a problem. They are a Chinese family who came from a deep rural area and had to move out because of development. They were famers With the compensation money, they bought the house---cash ! However they could not adjust to the new environment. And my family had to pay for their adjustment in having an eye-sore in their garden which was filled with knick-knacks from their kampung house. I swear that the stench of urine that sometimes pervade the air in the morning comes from their garden. I can only guess that they used urine to water their plants.

We remembered they had a dog. One evening, there was a howling from the dog and the next morning, we saw that the poor dog had lost its tail.! Don't ask me how and why ! Any theories from any 'experts' of practices ?

Two doors away was a Eurasian family.  It consists of the mother and two siblings, The elder one, the son was an engineer. He loves the Saab cars ( Acar from Sweden I think) . He has three of these cars and was involved with motor racing activities.

When ASH sold her two-seater MG Midget sports car ( for want of a faster car ), she bought a Morris Mini Cooper which was already 'souped-up' by the previous owner. (you see , in her days....she was 'eeevviilll'  - and fast ). Anyway I remembered asking the guy to test out the Cooper. He took the car out , with Abah and me in the car---and showed me how to drive a fast car. He was something else !


from this

to something like this with 2" wheel spacers, straight-through 2" pipe exhaust system and if I'm not wrong , a twin Stromberg or Webber carburetor in racing green..





Now , his younger sister was a musician. Every sunday morning, I would listen to her playing the piano and that would be the time for me to wash the car . Between us was a well kept secret which both families and neighbour didn't know --- we were going out together -- for about 6 or 8 month I think. Yeah, that was fun. A lot of cloak and dagger movements when we want to meet or coming home from an outing. How we pretended with just a nod of acknowledgment whenever the families see each other.

Our front neighbour was an English family . He was attached to the British family and another square peg in a round hole.....but thats another story.


Anyway way here are photos. Unfortunately , photos of me are in ASH's camera and  it will come later..---


the driveway .



ASH at the gate..




....and below....just received this from ASH..




Since we're on the topic of no.58, let me dig up deep into the archives and these are what I retrieved....two photos related to this post. Of course its black and white. In fact these photos were processed, developed and enlarged in my own dark-room. Colour processing was impossibly expensive and not within a hobbyist's reach.



Me---with cigarette in hand (I don't smoke indoor) and always doing something. Thats ASH's Cooper

 
Front view of No 58 then.. ( don't bother about the back view of someone leaning against the car )

In no 58, in front of the main door. Next to me are my Minolta 35mm and the SLR Praktica Nova B, and on the table is the casing for my Soligor 200mm. telephoto lens. So you see, my hobby actually goes way back when ...

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Singapore Chapter ... my late Abah and Akim's grave.

One of the reasons to be here in Singapore is to visit my late father and brother's grave.  Last year, the authority exhumed the old cemetery and moved to a new place for obvious reasons.... the need for the land and to consolidate those who have departed for 20 years or so.

When they did the exhumation last year I could not go but ASH was there to witness the move and she posted something on this in her blog.




Approaching the cemetery, I could not understand my own feeling. I was calm and collected. I did not feel any moving emotion and I asked myself whether I should ! Maybe over the years I have learned to keep my feeling and prayers for them within me and thus, i was seemingly emotionless.




However, when I did get to the plot , I did feel stirred. Memories of them came rushing through my mind But I got it pretty much under control..Anyway, in their attempt to save space, the authority has arranged so that , in each normal size of new plot, it  is actually shared by  8 former plots from the old cemetery


No. 7 is my dear late Abah and no. 8 my late brother.
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The Singapore Chapter.... Our accomadation.

We were very lucky to have such a good  and comfortable place to stay during our visit........courtesy of Jai, another of ASH's Singapore connection. Unfortunately,he was performing his Haj so I could not meet him.

The apartment is in a nice and quiet location. I love the living room and since my first visit more than 8 years ago, I have always refer to it as 'Hotel California' as inspired by the lyrics of the song..
.'...you can check out anytime you like , but you can never leave..."
welll....you won't want to leave as its so comfortable. Thanks again Jai .

Here are some photo to show what I mean.


In the vicinity, a little park close to the small shopping centre.



and a public work-out area.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Singapore Chapter..... Orchard Road.

On arrival at Singapore Harbour Front, ASH and Iain took a taxi to our accomadation and I took another to......ORCHARD ROAD !!!


8 over years since I visited it ! What would it be like ??? My playground of yesteryears , especially when I was in College which was situated in Paterson Hill just off Orchard Road ! How we used to sneak off from lectures to go bowling at the Orchard Bowl. So regular were we that a few big companies offered us to play for them. There used to be companies like Jardine Waugh, Harper Giflans and others.


Any way , as the taxi passed my College, memories came back in a rush....good ones and ugly ones ! I saw the the fourth floor of the Canteen Block and remembered how my mates carried my scooter to the 4th flr of the buliding and only told me about it when it was time to go back.


And the lady lecturer who  would flirt with us. Oh ...she was such a flirt. I remember on one occasion when she saw me sitting at the back door of the class, would walked pass and casually 'dropped' her handkerchief ! It took me only a second to pick up the handkerchief , caught up with her and returned the it to her.. Her style was classic... instead of thanking me , she said, "Ha...I'm glad you noticed !"  Well----what would say and do to that ? You'll never know my reaction !


Anyway, soon I was in front of the Shaw Centre. Got out of the taxi and ......OMG !!!

The thrill to see the changes and the activities. In fact they putting up the Christmas lights. What great timing !
However, I wasted so much time looking for the pedestrian crossing and it was like being trapped in one place, unless you take long walks to the traffic lights junction.


The buildings were something else ! Anyway, I walked the length of Orchard Road. There were still some familiar scenes but well hidden by or dwarfed by the new bigger and taller buildings.


I would just like to relate my experience at one of the electronic shops. My phone battery was out and I needed to communicate . So went to a shop and got a new battery. Then the salesman saw my camera. And with the gift of the gab, I stayed on and listened to him selling his stuff----a camera lens.  The demonstration and patience displayed was just fantastic and super professional. Then , the pricing ! . From an opening price of S$950, it ended with a final offer of S$250 !!!!!  Can you imagine that ??? And the best part is that he didn't even show a sulky or long face when I told him I did not need the lens. All he did was, gave me a card, and told me to ' Come back anytime Sir !".

This is at the base of the big Christmas tree. Four doors lead to a big room in the tree.



There's a thing or two to be learned here for some of our salesman !

Anyway here are some photos.




This is the electronic shop that tried to sell me the lens and this photo was taken with it. Note the wide angle and lighting, which, by the way , was taken without flash.