Archive for November 6th, 2012

“So it’s not just the greedy who get scammed. Sometimes it’s also kind and helpful people, who are naive and uninformed” – Tom Parsons.

Tom, you reminded me of an incident that happened in 2006. My dad got sick and I went back with my kids to visit him in Ipoh. We took the express bus which stopped at the old mansion that belonged to the family of the famous actress from Ipoh (a Bond girl). We got down there and I made a call for a taxi to come fetch me and the kids to dad’s house.

While waiting for the taxi at the entrance of the bus station, an old lady (I guess she was in her 70s) approached me for some money. Her head was completely bound in white bandage and there was some blood stain on it. She even shoved me a laminated article about her plight cut from a Chinese newspaper. I could not read Chinese but I saw her picture there.

“I’m suffering from a brain tumor and I needed an operation as soon as possible. I am still short of several hundreds of dollars. Can you donate some please, to help this poor lady get an operation soon?” she asked me in a pitiful voice.

I took a look at her and indeed, she looked very pitiful. I gave her RM50.

“Can you give some more?” she asked again.

“Sorry, that’s all I have with me now,” I told her regretfully.

RM10 is all I have left in my purse after giving her the RM50 and I need them to pay the taxi driver. She left with a scornful look. When I looked around me, I saw people staring at me because I was the only one who gave her money. She left the premise soon after that.

When she was gone, a middle-aged Chinese lady who was selling ‘chee cheong fun’ at the entrance pointed at me and laughed. Shaking her head, she said amusingly, “You got conned just now. This old lady is a con woman. There is nothing wrong at all with her head now. That newspaper cutting was from many years back. She went for the operation free of charge at the government hospital long ago but she still used that bandage to cheat people of their money.”

“Why don’t you tell me just now when you saw me giving her the money?” I asked, angry that my kindness had been hijacked by an old lady.

“Of course nobody dare to say a word when she is around. She can get into a fit and beat people up. Even the bus operator and their staff are afraid of her and pretend that she did not exist,” answered the lady who sells ‘chee cheong fun’. “All the regulars here have been cheated too and now they are wiser,” she continued as she pointed to those sitting inside the bus station. They were still staring at me in silence. Some looked amused.

I left the place, angry and sad. It was indeed a lesson well learnt and which I could not forget.

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Do you believe in ghosts? Some do, many don’t. But if you have seen them like how my mom, my eldest sister Ophelia and I had, you will be less skeptical about the existence of ‘beings’ from another dimension.

Sometime ago, I have blogged about how my mom saw the ghost of a little Indian boy in her bedroom at 188 Hugh Low Street in 1955 right after my brother was born. He went on to become the guardian angel of the house. You can read it here. https://188hughlowstreet.wordpress.com/2011/05/30/the-little-indian-boy-who-refused-to-go-away/

Then, there was a night in 1972 when both Ophelia and I saw our paternal grandma came home from the hospital to ransack her wardrobe when unknown to us both, she had just passed away a few hours earlier and her body was still lying in the hospital’s mortuary. The post was here. https://188hughlowstreet.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/a-bowl-full-of-rye-2/

I have also blogged about how I met the ghost of an old man one morning in 1979 on my way to school along Jalan Hussein. As a result of that scary encounter, I became so sick that I have to be hospitalized for a few days. Go here for a quick read. https://188hughlowstreet.wordpress.com/2011/07/15/in-another-lifetime-part-1%E2%80%A6-a-ghostly-encounter-2/

Some people can actually see what others can’t. I am not sure if this ability is called the ‘third eye’ but the Chinese have a term for it – yin yang eyes. But one thing for sure, this ability will usually diminish as one grew older; usually but not always. Is it a blessing or a curse? To me, it’s more of a curse than a blessing because nothing good came out of these sightings, at least for my mom, Ophelia and I.

In 1979 Ophelia got married to her boyfriend who was also from Ipoh. They then went to stay in Wellington, New Zealand for a couple of years where her husband interned as a chartered accountant in a firm over there.

One early morning, David left for work leaving my sister alone at home. She was still sleeping as it was very cold and dark outside. It was winter. Suddenly, my sister was woken up by soft singing in her bedroom. The singing came from her bedside.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a young Caucasian woman sitting at her dressing table. She has long and wavy blonde hair that almost reaches her waist. She was wearing a white gown and was combing her hair tenderly, using my sister’s comb! As she combed her hair, she sang softly to herself. The room was dimly lit and the heater was on.

Trembling with fear, Ophelia quickly shut her eyes tightly and pretend to be asleep. She dared not make even a slight move. After what seemed like an eternity for her, the singing stopped and the room was silent again. When she opened her eyes this time, my sister saw the woman slowly disintegrated into a ball of white mist. She quickly jumped out from the bed and reached for her comb…..lodged within the spikes was some long and wavy blonde hair!

My sister quickly put on her winter coat before rushing for the door. She was so new to Wellington; she had just arrived there a few days before. The red brick town-house where she and David stayed was a very old place, almost a century old and was situated at a remote area off the city. Without anywhere else to go, Ophelia had no choice but to sit at the doorstep the whole day until her husband got home late that night. She was very cold, hungry and frightened. They moved out that same weekend to another place.

Spooky, right?

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