Monday, January 25, 2010

A Bait for A Golden Gate's Hostess




Written by C. Rawen


This is "partially" a true story happened so long ago.

This is a short but a very complicated condensed story, there were so many people got involved in and everyone was not simple minded, there were all sorts of plots and calculations like a short soap opera.

The whole incident happened just within a few short months, but the complications were enough to teach people many lessons of humans' complicated calculative minds, plots and thoughts.

Those who once hurt my sister also once inflicted pains on me. Only forgiveness fades our bad memories!



Once there were two childhood friends who grew up in a town called Rejang. When they finished high school one of the girls moved away, they didn't see each other again until forty years later. It was a time that men met, boasting their past romances; women met, comparing their children's successes. On such occasion, Julia learned from her cousin Judy of Tina's whereabouts.


Pretty Julia married young to a rich merchant. Tina's demureness showed a mediocre outlook, she eventually married late to a poor school teacher. By the time Julia had traveled all over the world, pampered by a caring husband, Tina had to juggle a few jobs to feed her eight growing girls.


It was out of curiosity that Julia arranged Tina's visit. Youthful Tina reflected in Julia's mind when she saw her daughters, she silently predicted Tina's daughters' prettiness must be out of unusual genetic mutation. Julia flattered her, "You look a lot younger than your age!"


Tina humbly replied, "Oh no! You should look at my white hair. I 'm already a grandma! This is my youngest ---- Ginnie is 24 now!"


Julie calculative glance stared once more at Ginnie, she then informed Ginnie, "Oh! My son is also 24, you should meet Baldwin later."


Soon Julia heard the gossip of her son and Ginnie as a pair as she had anticipated. She then called a rich man's daughter, "Coco, why don't you go out with Baldwin anymore? Hurry before someone snaps him!"


As the most eligible girl in Beaumile city, Coco's pride was challenged. Her brothers helped her to thumb down Ginnie at a local club and they probed her relationships with Baldwin until she was all confused and dumbfounded.


In the meantime, Julia's cousin Judy called Tina warned, "You must stop Ginnie going out with Baldwin at once! Julia heartlessly said she just used Ginnie as bait for Baldwin to fish a very rich girl. I tried to convince her that Ginnie was a better housekeeper, but she retaliated me that Coco's wealth could employ as many maids as she wanted to do anything for her."


Coco's brothers then insulted Ginnie of going after Baldwin's money. Without hesitation, Ginnie left Beaumile for good to avoid these hounds.


Julia then contacted one of her nephews to ask him to inform Ginnie's sister of the situation, " --- Hey! Now Baldwin dates rich Coco, my aunty is very happy."


Fully aware of his intention, Ginnie's sister replied, "Oh! Congratulations! Both of their houses have golden gates; what a perfect golden match!"


After sometimes, someone intentionally approached Ginnie's sister again, " --- My friend's aunt said that you are very jealous of her wealth and her son dating Coco!"


Ginnie's sister finally got angry, "My sister has gone for good, she is not in Beaumile anymore, please stop hassling me!"


A year later, Ginnie married into a prominent British family. Being unchallenged to date Baldwin, soon Coco lost her interest of Baldwin’s pursue and she dumped Baldwin to marry a rich partner of her brothers' law firm.


Julia eventually discovered her husband's infidelity and more to her disappointment, Baldwin married a Singaporean *SPG!


A decade later, a brand new golden Mercedes slowed down in front of a faded golden gate.

Ginnie's sister asked me to keep a closer peep and she told me this story.




* SPG Means Sarong Party Girl - Girl who is interested in only rich expatriates, rich men's son or rich men

Summer, Feb. 2003, Auckland, New Zealand
PET CAT


Written by C. Rawen


The moral of this joke:
There were too many China men treated all their friends and relatives so nicely except their own wives, putting everything and everyone first in their daily lifes except their wives, with the limited allowance given to their wives ..... just enough to cover children and family expenses, juggling everything in and out the house without any maid, the wives merely got enough foods to fill their tummies but not having extra money to buy dresses, buy accessaries or visit beauticians. Worst still these China men never would give their wives a hand in household chores.


An overworked sweaty smelly wife got mad all at once when she saw her husband petting and stroking a cat while relaxing and watching TV.


He asked, “Why all a sudden you got so angry? Every month I give you enough household expenses more than my company accountant’s salary.”


His tired wife jealously roared, “WHY? I thought you just need a CAT for catching rats, "hatching kitchens" but not spoiling and “sayang” her like a PET!”



17.08.07


Labyrinth of the Borneo Jungle





Written by C. Rawen


An YB asked me to write a musical for a city and he asked me to follow up with the mayor, but the mayor replied me he knew nothing about it. So my lyrical poems written turned into worst than any rubbish .... these poems emerged from my retreated boxes reminding me of bad memories and impressions of how little I should trust ones' words and promises. I learned most professionals wanted their free services from other "secondary professionals" like me, they think they are the only true professionals who are entitiled to earn money, live their good life, sent their prettiest and handsomost kids to study in Harvard and work later for wallstreets. This incident reminded me that I am just a nobody in others' fathers' eyes but only become a somebody in my own dad's eyes.

The harder we try to find a way out
The deeper obviously we creep in
Everybody says his way is the surest way out
When benighted we silently all give in


We thought it’s just a jungle with monkeys
Everywhere seems to look so lush and greenly
The longer we penetrate ourselves under canopy
The more we get confused honestly


It’s 10th wonder of world that adventurers have missed
The jungle of Borneo in this far exotic east
Labyrinth of ancient Thebes is still a myth
Labyrinth of Borneo’s jungles is not a myth






1999, Miri, Malaysia

A Garden



Written by C. Rawen



A lyric poem with healing power


Orchids, tulips and remnants of cherry blossom welcome

The breezy dawn of a refreshing rainy early spring;

Ever zestful pond anticipates rowdy frogs to come,

O behold! let the earth awaken as cuckoos begin to sing.



Owl and toucan on the branch why are you still gloomy?

Forget not that today is the twelfth day of spring!

Look at the carps silently dance while it's still rainy;

Forget not that cold days are no more here to cling!



A garden under the rain once is my old dreamy painting

Where I tended imaginary fauna and flora to forsake my hurt;

Be gone blues melancholy and by gone ever torturing,

O Arise! a blissful garden full of laughters that burst!



Owl and toucan on the branch what do you try to tell me?

Forget not that today is the twelfth day of spring!

Waking up and out of a canvas, we are no more in fantasy,

Forget not that cold days are no more here to cling!


Feb. 2003 Summer, Auckland, New Zealand

The Country Ride





Written by: C. Rawen



To uncle Dunhill and god brother Wira

In frustration of facing work, life and foxy "PiTy" who played office politics, took a good trip to country side, revive and refresh yourself from the beautiful nature before diverting another undertaking.

Only I dared to "borrow" a good old funny wise uncle from his wife for an afternoon, we treassured his wisdoms and who has through all those ups and downs of life!

A Sunday afternoon for us to treasure while others might waste it for a siesta nap!



Up on the breezy hill with uncle Dunhill and Babira’s smoky exchange

Was that Sunday afternoon encountered merely by chance?

Ever you would recall such a sunny day cruising on the country lanes

Our topic conversed and discussed all in similar frequency range




What a PiTy! Life on another backstreet alley

Happiness wasted on beer by caressed poke belly

What a PiTy! Life on another backstreet daily

Relax by up, up down, down sweating with a China dolly




Not a single worry amazed as it magical touch by a wand

Smart ones would engross happy moment never as it waned

Life is too short to lament in frustrated trance

Look up high, soaring your creativity like Eiffel Tower of France



What a PiTy! Life over darkness in contrary

With three kisses left on a cheek of Dolly, Millie’s or Lily's why so silly

What a PiTy! Life with a mask on that changed unpredictably

Friendships thus faked as similar fates as cats of the backstreet alley




Date: 14.08.2007 Beautiful Oil City late at dusk, post greyish rainy sky after a week of uncomfortably dried and hot weather












Sunday, January 24, 2010

What My Mom Should Have Taught and Told me?



Written by Mrs. Money


(Continuation from December 2009)





Flirting

It is a doorbell to give an opponent a notice that someone is coming!


My mom never taught me how to flirt an opposite sex; I think most probably she didn’t know how to do it so we all inherited from her!

In young days when my classmates flirting with each others in class, I thought they were just talking to each others nicely, got lots of common subjects and so lots of talks went on. These days I am old enough to learn those kinds of conversations amongst opposite sex is called “flirting”.

I was told by someone that my younger sister got a boy went after her during their secondary school years, but my younger sister would act cold and cool. I really believe our gene, we were both living in platonic world and we still didn’t know what the opposite sex creature is used for!

Recent morning after I woke up, all a sudden my brain matured a bit growing aware of my “stupidity and immaturity” even I was already by then 24 years old, I recalled there it was happened during my prettiest young days. My good friend kept asking me, “Hi, those men are kept looking here at you, are you their friends?”
“NO” I didn’t even look at those men, because I thought in a strange city I wouldn’t be able to meet somebody from Malaysia.
Then when I was on my way to the restroom, as I had to walk pass the tables those men sat, someone there worst still even tried to grasp me, again my good friend saw it from behind, “Are you sure you don’t know them? One of them tried to stop you!”
“NO” Again that’s my reply.

Rewinding my memory, I was invited by my friends to the most expensive and high class restaurant of a city, even in my merely a slight glance of such group of men, now I could tell they were either successful or rich or could be both. So may be those old days when I studied in branded academy, everyday I already tangoed with those rich and famous so those men was not a big deal to me.

I was rude in another sense even if I didn’t know how to flirt; at least I should response to those continuous glances from nearby table by returning them “a wave” or “a smile” instead just chose to ignore them.

So imagine if I knew how to give a successful flirt may be today I won’t be a no money tai tai but could be a Tan Seri diamond tai tai or a Datin ruby tai tai! So you can tell how regretful I am! Blame myself or my mom or both? So I am writing this article to teach girls how to “flirt successfully” and after you have “successfully flirted” a man, please don’t forget to send me an invitation card later to your wedding!

Girls need to know how to flirt appropriately and skillfully to give men a door to access and develop into another kind of romantic relationship. Flirting is a doorbell to give an opponent a notice that someone is coming; it is up to her or him willing to open the door to gain access to each other hearts.



Unreported Sexual Harassment and Rape Cases
Due to innocent or no face?

My sister was riding on a bus when she was in form six, one day a man tried to touch her hair from behind, she was panic and she never told anyone until she became a mom. So I asked her, “Anyone sat beside you when the thing happened?”
“Yes, my female classmate sat besides me.”
“She knew it?”
“No. I didn’t dare to tell her.”

When I was young, there was a librarian in my hometown library, I didn’t like to go to library was caused by him. He always liked to go touching little primary school girls’ buttock. He would choose to go after a single young girl in a secluded zone, he would either pretend to get closer and accidentally knock on you or he would give you a “colour wolf paw” on your bump. All young primary school girls in my generation knew there was such an librarian, but nobody reported him, and he was peacefully touching most primary school girls’ asses or pretended fallen accidentally next to girls’ buttocks.

So few years ago, I asked my sister who always hanged out in the library after her school, I asked her if ever such librarian went touching her, she told me that she did aware of such colorwolf, “So do you think we should do something?” I asked her.

“Well, leave him alone, he is an old man now!”
"Yeah! Too old to give him a threat of chopping his arms if he touches a young girl's ass again... probably he has retired!"
Well at least this little colorwolf in my hometown library just loved to touch young girls’ asses instead of raping them!

Old days mothers never taught their daughters to report anything unpleasant happened to them in their daily routine, mothers and daughters hardly talk due to their tough life and simple minds. Everything was peaceful due to everything happened if could tolerate, everyone learned to keep secrets in closets!

I suspected in old days in my hometown there was a rapist existed and he would commit crimes in villages, but cases were never reported. I heard that there was a student who was very good in her academy, but all a sudden her school result dropped badly. I knew those old days, students from most villages had to cycle like at least 30 minutes to reach a ferry to bring them across the river to ride into their respective secondary schools. Old days sad stories were never revealed but those victims’ life prevailed in a very obvious way, the girl that I suspected was a victim, she never got married even in a very old age. These stereo type conservative victims thought that if they were not “perfect girls” anymore, they would choose to get married to someone of our Chinese’s thought of as inferior races and professions. After they got married off, by then most of their ex-classmates wouldn’t be able to trace where they were.

These were the sad unrevealed stories happened to old days in my old hometown but everyone thought that it was a peaceful town all because such bad things never happened to them! I hope modern moms are smarter, braver and more responsible citizens, who would report rape and sexual harassment cases to police instead of just caring of their own faces and convenient.



Be a Responsible Citizen
But complications of police reporting drew victims off!

Be alert! I always told young girls, “You thought you are pretty because of some men looking at you outside your house or office when you returned home or reaching office? If you don’t look back at those men carefully and observe what they are doing or in alert to decide if you should enter your house or office, you never know the next minutes those men could turn into robbers, rapists or thieves!”

I saw a group of men gathered in a bush at the back of my house under the rain this morning
. What were they doing? Fishing in a no river bush or showering under the early morning rain inside a bush? So I called my good neighbor to discuss the situation. An hour later a police patrol car came.

Also this morning, on my way sending my son to school, I saw a conman that conned me few years ago in an oil town, he was jogging under the rain with his sunglass on with very smart sport wear and cap on. An hour later people might think that he was a successful businessman if he started to wag his rogue tongue! Few years ago, I gave him a few fists and a lecture but Sin Chew Daily Newspaper reporter instead of cautioning people to beware of such conman, the reporter was trying to tell reader, “XX Teacher gave foul words” as a header to defame, humiliate and insult me!

Anyhow, the conman returned to his hometown Kuching, as he didn’t dare to dwell in the oil town due to my warning, “If I ever see you conning in this town again, I will go after you!” After the incident, so many of my friends warned me, “You …. Be careful, how dare you so brave to beat the conman up, you not scare ah huh!”
“Hi chickens! If the authority let me gave him a few fists which mean I got some weight or who knows may be I got a strong backup?! Simple theory is: No man has a face to report to anyone if being beat up by a girl! The authority is so smart!”

4 months ago after I sent off my son to school, on my returning trip, I discovered this conman's trace who was riding and passing by my cat city neighbourhood, he was wearing like a successful businessman, he wore a sunglass early in the morning but rode a bicycle which didn't fit his smart attire.

This conman is obviously nesting somewhere in Stutong area, that’s why I was able to catch he wore sunglass both under the rain or without bright sunshine, anyhow obviously he had been successfully acted and disguised as a successful contractor or a contractor's son called himself as Peter perhaps to con money from Kuching folks for at least few years already! I did report the trace of this conman to my DSP friend but he got posted to an island.

A year ago I show a victim of Jalan Ellis this conman’s photo, she recognized the conman who actually tried to con and stole money from her office, but the case was never launched due to there were so many complicated procedures in filing and reporting to police.

I heard the conman was conning all over Kuching, from Jalan Ellis to Jalan Song, today obviously he tried jogging his way down the road to Tabuan Laru and Stutong market area. The smartness of this conman is he would only steal RM200 or con RM200 or less, so if you have 100 durians on a tree, if being stole a durian by a squirrel, you let such squirrel ran free!

Cat city folks, he is still roaming free, and I saw him at least 10 times already riding his bicycle early in the morning emerged from the back of Stutong kampong and today he jogged under the rain towards Kuching Specialist Center, who knows he would act as a retire doctor and told people so and so surgeons are his good friends, and many people would believe and got impressed by him because of his eloquence con tongue. I wonder who would be the unlucky one lost RM200 today!


To be continued

Saturday, January 23, 2010

WISDOM GAINED FROM TALES



Written by Mrs. Money



In a jungle of Borneo, Mr. Tiger Forest and Mr. Star Fish were very close friends. One day Mr. Star Fish wanted to build the biggest castle in the jungle, Mr. Tiger Forest immediately kindly offered his help, “I will send my most experience engineer Mr. Fox to your site to help you to build it!”


“Roughly how much I have to pay your engineer Mr. Fox?” Mr. Star Fish enquired.
“Aye! No need lah, ka ki lang lah!” Mr. Tiger Forest replied.

Once Mr. Fox reached the site, chicken flew and dog hopped off the construction site. The project thus dragged and seemingly never could get a completion.

Mr. Tiger Forest by then laughing cunningly, “My good Fox, everyone informed me that you always stole 10% of my hunting but I still kept you under my wings because I knew it one day you would be a useful fox for me!”


Moral:


(1) In the business world, friendships are never real if without mutual benefits
(2) If the “smaller fish” wanted to build a “bigger castle” than the “bigger tiger”, the “bigger tiger” sure won’t be kind hearted enough to help, so when “the bigger tiger” “kindly” offered any assistance, be careful!
(3) Some employers kept bad employees in their business, in this case used a bad employee to jeopardize a rival's new project.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Sarawakiens' Sour Eggplant Solanum Macrocarpon
Its different names, uses and moneytaitai's created recipe


Still green terong Iban in Money Tai Tai's Garden




Written by Mrs. Money




To save everyone looking out informations from else where, these are some basic informations about the popular Sarawakiens' native eggplant. It is also known as: African eggplant, terong asam, terong Iban, aubergine gboma, anthora, antrua, Scarlet eggplant, Terong rapoh, Terong engkol, Terong kelapa, Aubergine d'Afrique, Sennari nasu, Berenjena, Melanzana petonciano, Afrikaanse aubergine, Antroewa. This terong iban is from Solanaceae (Nightshade family) and it can be used as a kind of medical herb, its root can be used against bronchitis, itch, body aches, asthma, cure wounds and its seeds can be used for treating toothache.



I threw this terong Iban seeds on a sweet potatoes patch, then I was chasing and screaming at water hens who came stolen all the seeds, a month later I saw only a seedling emerged inside a pandan plant pot placed next to the sweet potatoes patch, probably accidentally I dropped a seed in the pandan pot when I was tossing the seeds beside it.



So I transplanted the terong Iban seedling under a pencil pine. Then Ants came to attack its lush green leaves to perforated leaves, however out of my expectation, surprisngly the tree still could bear lot of fruits.



The ripen fruits of Terong Iban is bright deep golden yellow (or light orange), the taste is sour and local Sarawakiens love to replace it as tomatoes to cook their Thai toyang soup or curry fish head.



I remember in1995, I created this new recipe for sister's American husband family during pre and post wedding days, my purpose was to let them tried natives Sarawakiens's vegetables without having bad memory!





Recipe for Terong Iban cum Baku:


2 terong Iban, peel off skin, cut into crescent shape pieces; a bunch of Sarawakiens' native tender fern leaves "Baku" shoots; Minced ginger; Minced garlic, Minced ikan bilis & dried shrimps; Chili (optional for those who can take hot foods); Oil; Salt





Procedure:

Heat up the oil, fry the ginger, garlic, ikan bilis, dried shrimp, chili and salt until brownish


Fry the terong Iban first before add in baku fern leaves.

Special thank to friend Angela who cooked this dish and sent me this photo.

The dish is not boring, you will miss it if you stay away from Sarawak for too long! Please serve hot!




When it turns into golden yellow, that's the time to harvest the terong asam.
It's a Red Passion Fruit!



Written by Mrs. Money




This is my dairy of growing passion fruit trees:



On Sept 2008 - My aunt Alice gave me an imported red passion fruit, she told me this Japan passion fruit species smelt so good like Sankist. I cut it into half and gave the other half to my dad for sowing in his garden.



On Nov 2008 - However, my seeds never germinated after two months, so I flew two of my dad's successful germinated seedlings all the way from oil city to Money tai tai's garden



On Dec 2008 - Upon my returning trip from Singapore, I brought along some more red passion fruits, this time it's Taiwanese.



On beginning of 2009 - Due to lots of rains, sowed passion fruits seedlings germinated at all patches.






Oct 25th, 2009: First passion fruit blossom emerged







First baby passion fruit






Dec 1st, 2009: First passion fruits grew into a very big passion fruit, but so far at this point, I didn't see any trace of new passion fruit blossom






40 days later: First passion fruit dropped prematurely caused either drought or disturbed by one of my little "monkeys". I was quite dissapointed and speculated that the skin of my passion fruit trees have mutated to green skin species





Dec 2009: Everywhere got passion fruits blossom.





Jan 2010: Everywhere got passion fruits.





Jan 19th, 2010: From a green passion fruit turned to palish yellow, and then finally red pigmentations revealed! All my doubts and suspicions gone .... Wow, it's a red passion fruit!

After three months absence from his oil town garden, my dad told me he also saw a dropping dried-up premature passion fruit on the ground upon his returning home, I told him most probably it's due to drought but the good news is now, his passion fruit trees are also bearing fruits.





Feb 4th, 2010. This is the oval species



Feb 14th, Chinese New Year. Truly juicy, very sweet and smelt like Sankist, my aunt's description. I would advice everyone to plant it! Buy a very big pot, filled up with compose, then you come pop in my house for some cuttings!



Quite a big oval passion fruit on Feb 14th, 2010



Palm size round passion fruit on Feb 14th, 2010



Love gift to my Singapore sister



First harvest of oval and round purple red passion fruits

Friday, January 15, 2010

A Bully with Two Versions of Triads’ Gangsters
He bullied ones with no background and finally he earned his turn!



Written by Mrs. Money



His last name is Tiong, I should say, if he is a dog dwelling in a city, I would be a kind of cat species crouching in a jungle, we were not associates and neither were friends but he was from my hometown and worst still he was my younger sister’s primary school classmate.

Two years ago I saw him proudly drove a Brunei plate Mercedes convertible near a beach restaurant in an oil town and I chose to suppress my anger and ignore of seeing him. If rabbits got pursued by nasty wolves but eventually wolves would get pursued by fierce tigers; I always believe one of these days those calculating evil bullies would get their turns of punishments from their malicious deeds, nasty plots or wrongful bad mouthing to innocent victims.

He started the whole bad mouthing incident to my eldest quiet sister and he condemned that I was an unethical business lady according to what he had heard from a triad gangster (Such gangster and his relatives had bullied and accused me wrongly of something I never did and said, in a business conflict indirectly plotted by them, I was demanded either to close my business and get out of the city within 24 hours or to give a feast of 10 tables cum advertised on front page, for half a page and broad red letters of apologising for "wrong doings that I did to them." When I could produced evident that I never did or said something to jeopardise such gangster’s bleached new business operation, but they insisted by kept twisting further more stories, I finally knew what they wanted, so I let them insulted, humiliated and wrongfully accused for two straight hours and after two hours they left my ex-landlady white hair tai tai’s office happily as winners, I thought I still can see their sticking tongues and wiggling tails now!) and my sister’s old classmate would rather trust a triad gangster’s words due to he had made a successful business deal with them, as I didn’t buy from him a certain electrical appliances when I first opened my business three years back before the incident, so may be this prompted him to revenge by attacking me unreasonably.

He chose not to trust a girl from his hometown with a pure nice background that I wouldn’t practice something immoral, corrupted and unethical in my business deals and by the way I got my education, exposure, cultivation, capital, abilities and talents in hands to run my business efficiently, the main reason they both bullied me with plots obviously they also thought I was just a single girl unable like the rest of the girls in their world, they thought they were somebody behind me to help me, e.g. may be my eldest sister’s husband or a “Mister” to act as my patron, for them a female simply wouldn’t be able to operate a business without a man behind. God knew that I already ran my business for 4 years successfully before they emerged as trouble makers.

Then I eventually left oil town for good, as too many bad memories lingered as black as sticky black crude oil in my subconscious realm, since I left the town I never feel like returning there anymore without a good reason. Recently, Mr. Money got his oil town relative visiting and staying in my house due to her mother was hospitalized in cat city. She told me her story which was happened less 365 days from now:

One day her Indonesian-maids’ agent came to visit and talk to one of her maids, soon she heard few slapping sounds, so she quickly emerged to figure out what was happening. She saw her maid was crying loudly and obvious slapping marks on her maid’s face. She got so mad and she asked the agent, “Why you slap my maid?”
He replied because the Indo maid did something not right. She told him off, “She behaves in my place, now she is working under my wings, and she is not working for you, why you have the right to slap her without my permission?”

After her questioning, he was not happy that she challenged him, soon the agent began to target on her by saying something very nasty to bully her. Luckily, her brother-in-law emerged on time. Immediately he could sense that something nasty was on, so he asked his sister-in-law, “What’s the matter?”
His sister-in-law immediately pointed to the Indo-maid agent and replied, “He slapped my Indo maid just now.”

He turned sternly to talk to the Indo agent, “You dared to slap her? … You have to check who the dog’s master is before you want to bully a dog! Don’t you know this simple rule?” However, after the lecture the Indo-maid agent still gave him a challenge glance, so he went to his car trunk took out a big parang, he grabbed one of the arms of this Indo-maid agent, pretending wanted to chop off his arm.

Then only the Indo maid agent begged, “Very sorry I slapped the wrong person, I won’t do that next time…….” The rest of the story you can imagine how it ended with, so of course the Indo maid agent scared his shit out and left the scene immediately.

There are two kinds of triads’ gangsters: What I came across previous one was everyday he would chase after innocent or set up victims with his planned traps and plots, or gave wrongful accusation to victims before threatening them for something he wanted, (an example of set up gambling to lure gamblers borrowed more money from him, later he would collect his loaned money by violent and threats to those lost victims). Once after doing his dirty money laundering in casinos in Philippines or else where, his money thus became cleaned and even got people from the Church and political circle respected and admired him and his immediate family members.

The other kind of triad gangster is obeying Chinese’s style Robin Hood ethical standard by protecting the weak but giving lessons to bullies, so Mr. Money’s relative brother-in-law is the kind. She immediately clarified to me, “My brother-in-law though is a triad member but he is not rich at all! But people and his subordinates really respected him and when I asked him why he was not hiding when our government was looking for triads’ gangsters, he said he didn’t steal, didn’t rob and didn’t cheat, and he said by way he is a skilled mechanic, why he has to hide?”

Eventually I asked her, “I am surprise who is that nasty Indo maid agent who slapped your Indo maid?”
She gave me his sir name and what was his business, she finally revealed, “He is from your hometown!”
“Who’s that?” She gave me his Christian name and further description of her Indo-maids’ agent.
“I got it! I know who he is now! He was my sister’s ex classmate!”

“Errr…. May I ask your brother-in-law to act another act to that bully? This time we will use a hot iron instead? …. How about we pretend wanted to burn his foul mouth!?” So I told her my past bad experience bullied by bullies and a bad triad gangster.

Really gilaka! I don’t know a little tiny hometown like mine can produce such a silly bully over the north and he behaved worst than a good kind hearted Robin Hood’s triad gangster! When this bully ran an electrical appliance shop he could only drive a pick-up, but now he could afford a Mercedes convertible by working as an Indo-maid agent, and my friends always asked me, “You know when a Foo Chow man gets richer he also has many … many what? You guess LAH!”