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This post is mainly inspired by charmaine's post....

Kung kung..

I have the Greatest,Coolest grandpapy ever, i kid u not.. his great and cool not only because his my grandpa but his great and cool because he is a Japanese that do no harm to any china men back thn in WW2..and by proving that to u, im proudly telling all of u, he married my grandmother, who was a typical hakka girl, they met in a small town in siburan, dispite all the blasphemy and taboo..they got married and gave birth to 3 boy and 3 girl..my father was the oldest. Naturally , kids of the oldest son will draw a big intrest 2 all relatives ..yea?

grandpa and grandma has this huge ass land in siburan ...i dont know shit about acres or points..but what i know is its like 4 hills lining up like the four dots of the dice..am not kidding..they grow cocoas, peppers, rambutans, ciku.. but the family's main income comes from the rubber plantation and he has this huge ass pond that he dug out with the help from his 3 son. He says that my dad nearly got washed away by the man made filtergate(its sumhow like a small dam) if it wusnt for his quick thinking, i wont have a dad now, to think of it..there might not b a ME now if it wusnt for my granddad, and his huge ass pond are
reared with al sorts of fish and eels, theirs this one time i remember whn they are clearing the water in the pond out for next refill of cleaner water ..they caught a this HUGE lee koi *hand gesture* , he stabbed it with his homemade piercegun, it took 3 of them to held it tightly and whn they took it back to the house n threw it into the cemented well, it still stayed alive for like the next few months even with a big hole in the middle of the belly area until its new year and yeah..my grandma decides to cook it ..gee..

taking abt homemade piercegun, my granddad is also very good in craftmanship, he makes all his tools(hammer handle, netting, spearguns, slingshots...) all by himself..choping woods from our own forest and choosing the suitable wood for crafts, he has this realistic turtle that he carved from a plank of wood where he puts near his bedroom door to hold the door open..the home made piercegun he made is around 8feet++, the metel point alone is already one third the lenght and it made the thing The Predator in Alien Vs Predator holding look like a wussy toothpick...granddad used to make this airgun that shoots out wetted toilet paper in a loud pop with only bamboo shoots, and whn it hits,it made the stray dogs(i think,im not sure if its wolf or dog, you know..forest wad) yelp, and me cussing and bruised..
and granddad also makes realistic grasshopper with only weed(no, its not marijuana, its just those weed u see by the roadside)..he smokes weed tho ..but tats not the point.

Everyday my father and his brothers and sister wud have 2 wake up 3 in the morning, take bath in a natural spring by the house, the water is so cold it could even make kenny's coconut balls go blue and shrink into cocoa seeds, walk a mile up hill to the plantation and help granddad collect rubber for my grandma to make into rubber sheets to be sold off to the government...and by the time they are done with their "chorus", they get changed and walk anth 7 miles? (29th mile - 22miles = 7miles) down to 22miles school for chinese, NO im not fyucking u ..its true.. any high class transpottion back then is either bicycle or the trusty CLL(Bus Company) ..but due to the family's poor status ..coughing up money to take rides or buy bicycles for 6 kid is insane, "i can get a cow to get milk or 6 hens to lay egg with the money" said my grandma..

By the time my dad grew up, graduated and came down to Kuching to work, life is almost unbearable for the rubber plantation owner, the price of rubber dropped like shit, and by 1990, following my second uncle's death in a road accident, granddad left his everything and came down to Kuching, stayed with my family, while my grandma stayed with my youngest uncle. At that time i grew even more closer to my granddad, everything was like grandad this grandad that, we stayed near kenyalang that time, every evening i wud bug my granddad continuosly to go to kenyalang park to buy me toys and "tauhu hua"...he keeps his money in a plasticbag wrapped with old "greatwall" calender paper..we used to walk to kenyalang park and everytime we walk there i wud count the steps we took 1,2,3,4,5... and count again on the way home..granddad always ask me to count carefully and if both the trip we took has our step balanced out, the weekend wud b a special night, movie! ..i have to admit because of the temptation, i cheated a few times( just a few times) faking counts to balance the step..just to go for the movie ..i still remember the number of steps we took, 640 + - !

following years came, and by 1996 whn i grew up to be of much a bigger boy, granddad grew old too..and his health is going downhill day by day.. by mid year of 1997, he left..i swear that night i still can remember clearly..granddad was send to the general hospital.. by early next morning ..he left us..he left me...i told myself to b strong, i broke down whn the 1st rednail were hammered onto the coffin, i hide myself in the back of the van and weep whn they bury my granddad. i wan to be there.. but i just coudnt..

I went back to kenyalang 2 weeks ago arnd midnight for a slow walk..i dont know why i did that, i walked the path we used to walk, i counted in my heart aloud. as much as i want the walk to be 640 steps..i finish both trip with only les then half the number, only then i realized...Times change, People change and grow up.. but memories will always be in the heart. I love You Grandpap!


  1. Blogger cynical-idealist | Saturday, April 30, 2005 12:18:00 am |  

    Wow, those are pretty great memories. It's nice that you at least had the chance to have his attention while growing up.

  2. Anonymous Francisca | Saturday, April 30, 2005 1:18:00 pm |  

    yeah...memories like this will not be forgotten. Your entry reminds me of my late granddad, though he and I never had a lot of time together since he was living in another town.

  3. Blogger Kenny | Saturday, April 30, 2005 3:48:00 pm |  

    Char: pretty...n sad..hope everythngs ok for u...

    franc: wah...welcomewelcome..humble blog..thankyou for comming...
    yea,i tink im lucky 2 hav spend so much time wif him ...hows life for u?

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