Posted: 29 August 2006 at 3:33pm | IP Logged

Ok. Here's another story. For 'security' purposes, I will not reveal the location. I was one of the 'senior executive staff' for a popular construction project. One night, as usual being the management representative, I was visiting the site to see what's going on. (if I'm not far too mistaken..if was nearly CNY eve) One of our European superintendents bumped into me after alighting from the passenger hoist. He looked a little pale than usual and took my hand hurriedly to a safe location.

He claimed that he saw an 'apparition of a dragon' flying from the street level up. I told him that that is a 'lucky sign' for him and he was like 'mad' at me saying that he's serious. I asked him, how many hours have you been working today...he said - more than 12 hours. I told him 'No wonder..you're exhausted and usually you will start seeing things....take a hike - go back home and rest'. He actually accepted my so call 'shrink advice'. (I was having 'goosebumps' at that time - I acted cool to maintain my 'senior executive position' but I was scared like hell..) 

Posted: 29 August 2006 at 3:23pm | IP Logged

ahvincent wrote: Wah ah Nik, Chinese believe only very bad luck you can see ghost. So were you lucky or very unlucky at that time ?

Yes, exactly what my Chinese Project Manager told me.

Mr. X: "Haiyyaa Nik, you looked at her? Very bad luck 'lah' Nik"

Nik : "How could I have known that 'she's' a ghost?"

Mr. X : "I think you saw Hang Li Po - after all, you're in Melaka at that time"

Nik : "Well lucky me..I guess"

But yeah, soon after that, coincidentally, I've been through some 'bad times' but it's a blessing in disguise - the "bad times" taught me millions of lessons in life. Thus, in a way, we should turn 'weakness' into 'strength'.....

Posted: 29 August 2006 at 2:00pm | IP Logged

At one time long long time ago, there was a story about Hantu Kum Kum and Hantu Stoking. Cant really recall what the hantu about. Too young to remember.

But what I do remember is Hantu Tetek. My mother used to tell us kids, that if we come back home late after playing in the park or anywhere, during senja (dusk) the hantu will take you and hide you under her boobs. I was so scared that I never balik lambat.

Posted: 29 August 2006 at 9:10am | IP Logged

Wah ah Nik, Chinese believe only very bad luck you can see ghost. So were you lucky or very unlucky at that time ?

I got hear many stories about gamblers who go and look for graves of young women and promise to marry them if they give them win on 4 digit lottery. And after they touch the lottery they forget or unwilling to marry the dead girl and lo and behold in a few months time the gambler dies an untimely death and then his parents were reported to have dreamt their dead son came back in a dream and reported that he is now married to the dead girl.

The moral of the story is "when you win lottery, everybody want to marry you".....hehehehe

Posted: 28 August 2006 at 11:37am | IP Logged

When I was around 12 years old I was in the boy scouts (10th KL) and the scout master thought it was funny. During one of the skool holidays he took us to the Chinese graveyard to play hide & seek at night.

We checked into the scout den after dinner (around 7 pm) and he was going to take us to the graveyard at midnight. So all the boys sat around the den and the older boys tell ghost stories to frighten the younger ones.

One of the stories was ghost don't walk like ordinary people, they kind of have a "jumpy walk". Anyway around midnight the scout master drove the mini bus and took about us to the graveyard where we assembled in the shelter and draw lots to seek who will hide and who will seek.

I was in the group that was to go and hide. Do I teamed up with two other boys and off we went to hide behind a tomb. We were all pretty scared. And in the darkness we saw thi shadow of a man coming over the hill. He had a "jumping" kind of walk. All three of us flew out from behind the grave screaming in pure fear and terror.

Next minute we hear this big voice swearing in very loud cantonese bad words. This was not the way ghost is suppose to scold people. So we turned arpund and had a look.  It was not a ghost, it was the night-soil carrier.

Apparantly, there was a few vegetable gardens around there and this night soil carrier was carrying fertilizer for his garden at night. And all of a sudden we came screaming out from behind the grave gave him an even bigger fright. So much so he dropped the two buckets od sh*T that he was carrying and he swore at us profoundly.

You know the way farmers carry two buckets on a pole on their shoulders and when you do this the night soil carrier was kind of walking with a "spring" in his footsteps and to 3 terrified kids at night it did looked like this shadow was kind of "jumping" like a ghost is suppose to.

That was the closest experience I have with ghosts. 

Posted: 27 August 2006 at 2:00pm | IP Logged

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So, Candelabrum, I suppose you'll get the honour to start the first round?