Karaoke Idol Quest 2009

Karaoke Idol Quest 2009

Under the auspices of

Karen Welfare Association of WA Inc.


Andrew Karaoke KingJenny Karaoke Queen

(Andrew & Jenny Our 2004 Winners)


We are pleased to announce our coming Karaoke Idol Quest 2009

to be held on Saturday, 10 October 2009

Venue: Queen’s Park Recreational Centre

Central Road, Queen’s Park 6107

Western Australia

Time: 5.00 pm to 11.00 pm

Tickets: $5.00


We invite both male & female participants to pitch their talents

in the Quest for the Best Male & Female Singers.

Competition will be in two age- categories: Over 40 & Under 40

Total of 4 Prizes will be awarded


All proceeds from this event will go towards helping the

Internally Displaced People & Refugees in the Thai /

Burma border


For more info please contact:

Paul Chong 0411 589 888

Richard Lwin 9358 6823 / 0414 417 820

Email: paul21chong@gmail.com


Authentic Asian food, sweets and soft drinks

will be on sale.

Special TalentOur Special Young Talent 2004

Our last successful event was held in 2004.

We trust all Karaoke enthusiasts to give us the same

support.

Do You Remember When . . .

Do You Remember When . . .

It’s a changing world we live in. Just going by

the games that boys & girls are playing these days, you can

really begin to wonder & ponder of your good old days.

ToysAssortment of marbles, balls, skipping rope etc.

We played tops

We played hops

We played cigarette cards

That was fun for the hearts

We played rubber band

That was even considered grand

We played marbles

Or whatever games that followed.

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We had picnics & swim

We climbed up trees and swing

We flew kites

And fought them with might

Fighting fishes were our pride & kicks

Never a day gone by when we felt sick

These & lots of other things we did

Even mud & holes we might dig.

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Gone are the days when life was simple & free

Nothing complicating or sophisticated indeed

Simple game like ‘hide & seek’

Got to our heads & we shrieked

Life was fun, simple & gay

We always had things to play

Nothing fanciful that we had to pay

Riding a jalopy or home we stay.

Paul Chong

A Chinese by Descent

An Australian by Consent

Saturday, 29 August 2009

The Heart That Truly Loves

The Heart That Truly Loves

Pink Roses

My Dear on this auspicious day, I dedicate these lines to you:

It was love at first sight

It’s love that sustains its might.”

The heart that truly loves remains pure and untainted, unaffected and unadulterated by admiration, pursuit and unwanted attention. She will preserve herself specially for her true love. Likewise with him.

The heart that truly loves never fades and remains unaltered right to the end of time. It grows and shines till the end of time with two hearts entwined.

The heart that truly loves never dies. Whatever the circumstances, in good times or bad, in health or in sickness, in happiness or sadness, the heart remains true – ever giving and ever caring.

The heart that truly loves is in tune with God’s love. The grace of God is within. Thus we have inward grace and outward grace, and the beauty of the person is truly magnificent and everlasting.

You are the Spring of my Youth

You are the Summer of my Charm

You are the Autumn of my Grace

You are the Winter of my Life.

Paul Chong

A Chinese by Descent

An Australian by Consent

Malaysia Merdeka!

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Twin Towers of Pernas Symbolically Malaysian Pride


Malaysia has been promoted in the spirit of tourism

as “Truly Asia” . . . a melting pot of different colour & racial origin.

It’s only superficially true, for sadly beneath it all there’s much

lamentation, dissatisfaction, discrimination, polarisation, marginalization

& exploitation amongst the population.

The best kept secret is a political one in that there’s no such thing as

a Malay race, as would be defined anthropologically. Ironically, it’s

playing a ‘authoritarian’ political role over & above two of the world’s greatest

racial Chinese & Indian components.


Today 31 August Malaysia celebrates its 52nd. independence from the British colonial rule. To me, 31 August 1957 was particularly significant & auspicious, for I was there in the thick of it celebrating the first Merdeka. Being the last batch of the Queen’s Scouts from St. George’s Institution, Taiping, I was chosen to march in the Merdeka Parade in Kuala Lumpur. For a young lad this was a thrill beyond all imagination. I was, without doubt, extremely proud to be a Malaysian.

Merdeka '57Myself in Merdeka Parade (31 Aug. 1957) – Second from right (Fourth row from front)


That kind of pride was even evident when we were all training to be teachers on Malaysian government scholarship in Kirkby College, Liverpool, England. We were a closely knit community of some 300 students in a foreign land studying & living in peace & harmony. It was a beautiful blend of racial mix – “truly Asia” as the present Minister for Tourism would advertise as such.

Just when you think Malaysia was such a paradise with durian & rambutan, “cha kwei teow” & “laksa” or “mee rebus”, “nasi lemak” & chicken rice, celebrating together Hari Raya, Chinese New Year & Deepavali, there exploded the racial riot of 13 May 1969 – all because of politics. Sadly, the days ahead have never been the same – no longer gay. Ever since, even with modernisation of highways & freeways, it’s downhill all the way!

All roads lead to a deteriorating state of social, economic & political quagmire. The way things are there’s nothing to be admired. Nothing to fulfil one’s hope, dream & aspiration nor would it thrill your heart’s desire.

Without looking afar, Malaysia pales in significance by far in comparison even just across the causeway. Singapore, an island state, deemed to fail upon its separation from Malaysia & without any natural resources like Malaysia, is laughingly way ahead in all spheres of development.

Politics is a dirty game.

It only enriches the class playing the same.

The population at large hardly have much to gain.


All Malaysians without exception must realise this. They need to rise and stand up to be counted. Prosperity must be equitably spread for posterity in perpetuity.

In closing, may I urge you to read my previous post on “Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad” to get a better & further insight that plagued the nation of Malaysia.

Paul Chong

A Chinese by Descent

An Australian by Consent

Monday, 31 August 2009

Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad

This article is not an academic exercise, but plainly written for the man in the street – a truthful presentation of facts & events. – Paul Chong

Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad

A Tribute with Repute


A once-upon“goreng pisang” seller who would be king.

(banana-fritter)

ivanchong_tun_mahathir_2Yang Amat Berbahagia Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad


Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad, former Prime Minister of Malaysia, the man who authored “The Malay Dilemma”is sort of in a state of dilemma with his own retirement after 22 years in power. Initially, he was sacked from the UMNO Supreme Council by Tunku Abdul Rahman, the inaugural Prime Minister, and his book (1970) was banned. That was after the racial riot of May 13, 1969. However, a shrewd, cunning & clever politician that he is, he maneuvered his way back from the political wilderness, and on 16 July 1981 established himself as the fourth Prime Minister of Malaysia. What sort of epitaph awaits him? Only time will tell . . . as it is, his political chess game is not over yet . . .


A doctor by profession, he was born in Alor Setar, Kedah in December 1925. Now 83 years young, he’s still mentally alert & physically fit, except for his heart. The youngest of nine children, his school teacher father was a half Indian, son of a Malayalee muslim from Kerala. Mahathir’s own mother, like his own father’s, was a Malay. In Malaysia, we refer these people of Indian-Malay mix as “Mamak”. He graduated as a medical doctor from King Edward VII Medical College (the present National University of Singapore) where he registered as an Indian. Dr. Siti Hasmah binti Haji Mohamad Ali, a fellow doctor & former classmate & a Malay, became his wife. Together they have four sons & three daughters – all filthy rich. To survive during the Japanese Occupation years, he once sold “goreng pisang” (banana fritter).


He is a bit confused about his racial origin, and like all the other migrants from Indonesia & the Arab world, he claims himself to be a “Bumiputra”, which literally means “sons of the soil” – the kind of status that enjoys all the special rights & privileges conferred by law & legislation. For all other racial components, though similarly born & bred in the country, they are denied of the same status, let alone to beget the entitlements.


People who are not native Malays in Malaysia are generally more ultra & extreme in their outlook. I guess they need to prove their loyalty, so to say. Generally too, they are more aggressive, competitive & able than the average lay-back & traditional easy-going Malays, who are largely confined to the rural areas or on the fringes of towns & cities, which historically were established by the Chinese. The Indian component, apart from those involved as labourers in the rubber estates, are also urban in nature engaged in trade & commerce to some extent or as professional.


During his time of political wilderness, Mahathir wrote and published his little book “The Malay Dilemma” in 1970. It was a political exercise & brilliant ploy to attract attention. In it he was attempting to explain as to why the Malays were lesser off than the Chinese, their lack of economic progress, the reasons for the racial riot of May 13, the contributory factors of incest, in-breeding, heredity & also the environment. He even criticised Tunku Abdul Rahman for favouring the Chinese in his administration. The crux of the matter was he wielded a lot of support from the UMNO & he was back on the political road. The rest they say is history.


At different points in his political life, he was & is a figure of great controversy. He used & abused his political associates, criticising & condemning them once their usefulness was over. His political saga with his former deputy, Dato Seri Anwar Ibrahim, is the famous or infamous one. There had been others like Tun Musa Hitam, also once a trusted deputy, Tun Ghaffar Baba, Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, affectionately known as Pak Lah, the Prime Minister preceding the present Dato’ Sri Najib Tun Razak. The present one, raised & supported by him, now appeared to be going on his own way – not listening to him as like Pak Lah. All his big proposed projects have either been shelved or ignored completely. Mahathir is not standing by idly looking on. He is really fuming.


Mahathir is also known to be an outspoken critic of the Westerners. His tongue is either very lose or he’s a big mouth. His quarrels with George Soros, our former Prime Minister Paul Keating, the American or British never failed to hit the headlines. Even across the causeway, he’s not too friendly with Lee Kuan Yew. Here you can sense a tint of jealousy. Mahathir is far from his Singapore rival’s league in terms of recognition, respect & honour. Minister Mentor Lee Kuan Yew still commands attention in Singapore, he’s a much sought after speaker internationally, & he’s got his name edged in perpetuity in NUS – Lee Kuan Yew School of Public Policy. Singapore, without any natural resources, was doomed to fail after its separation from Malaysia, has outpaced & outrun Malaysia in more ways than one – all attributed to Lee Kuan Yew. Mahathir has a great distrust & distaste for the West – definite big critic for Western globalisation.


In all fairness, Mahathir has had some pluses & credits due to him:

  • longest serving Prime Minister in Malaysia – 22 years

  • longest serving political leader in Asia

  • accredited with setting up the first motor industry – Perodua

  • the building of Pernas Twin Tower, then tallest in the world

  • also changing the skyline of KL with Telekom Tower

  • the building of the North-South Freeway for ease &

    speed of communication

  • credited to engineering the rapid modernisation of Malaysia.

These are some of the mega projects at tremendous massive costs to the country. He’s a real successful family man in that his offspring are “fabulously rich”.


When it comes to the question of cost, the public coffer could do without the notorious CCN (more prominent than the CNN of the media world, which came into prominence as a consequence of 9/11 & the Iraq War). However, this CCN, sounds ambiguously like CNN (please confuse them not) stands for Corruption, Cronyism & Nepotism, which are so rampant & deeply rooted that even the most reputable international audit firm wouldn’t dare to handle. This outrageous practice, among those UMNO connected, has & is creating a filthy rich class of people at the expense of the general population & worst of all the poor & deserved society at large, discounting colour, race or creed.


The racial riot of May 13, 1969 marks the water-shed in the history of Malaysia. Prior to this date, there was the unspoken giving & taking that stood at least on a bearable proportion. Since then all hell broke lose and everything of economic value was forcefully ripped off by law & legislation (NEP). Tun Abdul Razak, the second Prime Minister, father of the present Prime Minister, initiated the move with new national education program of language switching from English to Bahasa Malaysia, and the introduction of NEP (New Economic Policy) doing away with the supposedly outdated 5-year Plan.


Of course, the political & economic woes of Malaysia are not attributed entirely to Mahathir. After the initiation launch by Tun Abdul Razak, it was followed by Tun Hussein Onn, & Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi (1999 -2003) who came to power after Mahathir’s retirement. Each had a hand in implementing & perpetuating this grossly unfair & unjust practice of sharing the economic cake & other privileges.

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The Telekom Tower featuring Mahathir on its

facade during Merdeka Celebration in 2004.

Mahathir, without doubt, topped them all with his brand of politics. He was the supreme leader – anyone not with him would be deemed to be against him. He ruled with iron fists, did away with the independence of judiciary, the separation of law, law & order completely under his belt . . . the list just goes on.


The once “Goreng Pisang” (Banana Fritter) seller became the king of kings.

For twenty-two years he reigned in glory & supreme.


His reign is over but he is reluctant to let go. He expects to be listened to by Dato’ Sri Najib Tun Razak, the son of Tun Abdul Razak, the man who started it all & who died untimely due to cancer. Najib was really groomed & supported by Mahathir. At the height of May 13, Najib returned from UK as a fresh young inexperienced man & followed his ailing father into politics. He has had an easy ride without an ounce of effort or accomplishment. Opportunities just placed him & fitted him in. His abilities & capabilities have never been shown or exhibited. It could come to pass, as they say, “easy come easy go”.


Democracy as practised in Malaysia is laughable. It’s communal & dominating in style with the Alliance Party in power since independence from the British government. Though the Alliance Party is composed of the other two major communal components the MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association) and the MIC (Malaysian Indian Congress), it has been UMNO (United Malays national Organisation) truly holding the power. The other two are but stooges, plainly standing by without resistance or opposition seeing to the giving & freely taking of all the rights & privileges, while self-fulfilling their own personal agenda at the expense of the population.


Tun Musa Hitam, the then Deputy Prime Minister in the 1970s, had warned the Chinese when addressing a group of us in ADMO (Alliance Direct Members Organisation – long defunct, was only a window dressing organisation for true equality that transcended racial line). Nobody heeded the warning to be more politically involved instead of wholly concentrating on the economic side of affairs. The less competitive Malays wisely seized the political power & thereby established their standing. Everything became to be stamped & controlled by them. The dawn arrived frightfully sooner than imaginable. They have been taking 30% share of everything, without any monetary input or talent, that which you’ve been building through sweat & blood dwindled in size & significance overnight. Even all trading & commerce with China have to be through Pernas, the Malay controlled government agency. Progressively, marginalization set in for the Chinese & the Indians in all spheres of livelihood in the country – education, employment, business, government contracts and others. This they did & are still doing – all in the name of fair & equal distribution of wealth. But is it?


History has a way of repeating itself. Like the majority of the Germans, they were not bothered by the smaller group of Nazis, but then what happened? The Nazis took control of the country & before long history was in the making. History also pointed out to the fall of the great Roman Empire. The house that failed to stand together would soon yield & collapsed. History has proven this from time to time – it has never been proven otherwise.


Be warned about being a frog in the well, for there is such a swell world out there! In this age of globalisation, expect not to be living in political isolation. In the name of international justice, polarization, discrimination, marginalization must not be if men are to be free. “All men are born equal” is globally accepted as the guiding light in the practice of fairness for mankind. No man is an island. We are interlinked & interdependent upon one another. The connectedness of life is obvious between people in the country, also country and country.


It’s obvious that the NEP breeds only an elite class of super rich, benefiting only those with the right connectedness with UMNO. These people have become to be famously known as “UMNOputras”.


Let’s look at the list below, and then you’ll be the sole judge & jury as to what is fair & just or who is being marginalized . . . these among others are under the power & control of UMNO:

  • Land rights & ownership

  • Special rights & privileges as provided by NEP

  • Army, Police & government civil services

  • Political power in Malays’ hands

  • All economic policies & law-making

  • Tertiary education & scholarship awards

  • Public building contracts

  • Job availabilities & employment opportunities

  • Oil companies & banks


There has been an unprecedented brain drain from Malaysia when the brilliant & talented class chose to work & live in foreign lands rather than to be denied of job & promotional opportunities – to be downright discriminated in their homeland. It is a glaring fact, for instance, the Chinese students would need to possess 13As & above to qualify for top university places or awards for scholarships, whereas a Malay could get in with Bs & Cs. All top posts in every field are held by them – and not on meritorious ground.

The list of unfairness, discrimination & dissatisfaction is far too long to state here. Suffice for me to say that the time has come when we say “Enough is enough”.


The NEP was initiated back for an agreed span of 30 years. That period limit has come & gone. It is too good to be giving back that privilege – for the small privileged group never had it so good. Democracy must be practised with meritocracy. Everyone, born & bred in the country, must have the same privilege & opportunity of competing for the expanding economic cake. It’s their birthright!


The shine on the land of the Golden Chersonese is being slowly & surely rubbed off. Lesser land like Thailand, Korea, Taiwan, Singapore with less or no natural resources are doing better than Malaysia. There’s got to be a new direction in all fairness to all – a change to be brought about for growth & progress of the nation. Together the nation must stand united as one. It appears the “One Malaysia” slogan has been adopted by Dato’ Sri Najib, the present Prime Minister. However, it is in the proper implementation that will generate the right stimulation. For a starter, all discrimination, polarization & marginalization must go, then work together for the greater goal.


This “Bolehland” is the “Shangril-La” for the “Bumiputras”

where the minorities subsidise & enrich the majority.

Together Malaysians will prevail

Asunder the nation will fail

Look at the global big picture

Strike out of the political quagmire!


Paul Chong ©

A Chinese by Descent

An Australian by Consent

22 August 2009

Blogosphere Vs “Emailsphere”

Blogosphere Vs “Emailsphere”

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There’s that blogosphere, the world of weblogs for you.

Not sure if “emailsphere”

is an acceptable word for the electronic world. Nevertheless,

you know what I mean.

So there I was for the past 10 over years emailing away

until a friend recommended that:

”Since you’re so fond of writing & good at it, you should start blogging.”

Thus on 21 May 2009, my auspicious birthday, I made my plunge.

After several postings, I began to feel like retreating,

until a friend, Ean, in Singapore, whom I have not met in person,

encouraged me to go on. The rest as they say is history – if the word

applies for such a relative short time span of about three months.

At the time of my writing this, I have posted 106 variety of articles

& have reached a readership of well over 3,800.

A big welcome to you if you haven’t been there at my site!


For years I have been writing and I love it. I wanted to share this great love to the world by getting my manuscripts published, but it was all futile & vain. Rejection slips, though polite, are all that I received. I still have two unpublished poetry manuscripts and one on golf entitled “Swap Work . . . Play Golf” – essentially on the creativity of the game, its joy & frustration and the challenges that golf presents. I’ve got some successes getting articles published in the local papers & magazines including a self-published work on motivation “How To Have Motivation Unlimited”.


At Murdoch University, Perth where I spent one year in the graduate law program in 1995, I had to learn the use of the computer for the purpose of doing law assignments. So I did. From that point onwards, I was introduced to the electronic mailing world.


What a pleasure it was! Emailing is so fantastic, speedy, efficient & cheap. It’s miles ahead of “snail mail” which you have to go to the post office, purchase the stamp to post it. I guess that was how you lose track of your friends because it was such a tedious way of keeping in touch. Most people generally don’t like putting pen to paper. With emailing it’s so very convenient – the feel of the keyboard is different and with just one click you can reach a multitude of friends. In fact, there’s absolutely no excuse for people not keeping in touch with friends these days. No place is too far, no day is too short . . . the electronic world transcends both distances & time.


When told of getting into the blogosphere, I had then only fear! What would I know anything about blogging? The word itself was never in my dictionary, nor have I any connotation of its significance. Who would teach me or willing to? As it’s said, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.


That was my initial reaction & really there’s nothing to fear except fear itself. I always believe in action rather reaction. To me, age is just a chronological number. To ward off any physical effects or defects, we have to actively & positively stimulate our mental ability & capacity. Be in it to benefit it.


In the beginning, I played around with “multiply.com”, “livejournal.com” and even Google’s Blogger. However, I didn’t get much interaction, excitement nor satisfaction, until my sister Annie told me of “Wordpress.com”. Ever since end of May this year, I have been electronically transferring all my thoughts & philosophy into this newly created blog of mine. A very warm welcome awaits you if you have not been there yet:

https://p21chong.wordpress.com

As I express, the Word presses on.

Therein I have all my messages in one place accessible by all globally. My blogosphere is my home where I store that which people can conveniently explore. Blogosphere is far more stimulating, inspiring, motivating & “sexciting” than the more traditional “emailsphere.” My blood runs to my brain & through all my veins! My perspective on life takes on a higher plane, rejuvenating life, generating sparks & fire! Life takes on a new meaning and puts you on a different level. Your boundaries are challenged beyond all limits. In sales, they would say “The sky’s the limit”.


Remember the time before Christopher Columbus when men thought that the world was flat. On the Eastern front, there was the Great Chinese naval adventurer, Zheng He. The much more publicised Columbus sailed to America in St. Maria (eighty-five feet) in 1492. Zheng He sailed from China to many places throughout South Pacific, Indian Ocean, Taiwan, Persian Gulf and distant Africa in seven epic voyages from 1405 to 1433, some 80 years before Columbus’s voyages. His 400ft. long ”treasure ship” was much larger than Columbus’s.


By the same token, “emailsphere” pails in significance when compared with blogosphere. To me, the crux of the matter is that I thoroughly enjoy being in a new sphere, making new friends on an international scale & enlarging my circle of friends globally. Not everybody, as usual, will interact with you, but those who do, I find them to be more genuine, sincere & interesting. They are taking the extra effort of interacting with you even as strangers. But a stranger is truly a friend you have not met.


In blogosphere, you are creating your treasure & asset digitally while creating new friends globally. It’s a world of virtual reality. There’s the prosperity transferable in posterity.


In this world, the question is not how many friends have you got – rather how many people are you a friend to?


Paul Chong

Wednesday, 26 August 2009 @ 4.28 am

A Chinese by Descent

An Australian by Consent

Kirkby College Memorabilia

Kirkby College Memorabilia

Kirkby Badge

Needlework TableAn old picture (left) taken in 1960 at the time of College Exhibition

It’s been 49 long years since we left Kirkby College.

Now it’s looking back rather than future fate.

We all have reached a point in life

To savour and treasure what we hold dear.

How the years have flown and how have we grown. As the years accumulate behind us tip the scale of the future years ahead, we can’t help but try to recapture some of the glorious memories we have. Life’s journey takes us through lots of bumps; for life certainly is no bed of roses. Even with the beautiful roses, we’ve got to take care not to be pricked by their thorns. Isn’t that what all these Kirkby Reunions are all about?

Having graduated fresh from High Schools, we were thrown into an environment so unfamiliar to us then. Sadly, a few of our colleagues got lost, but most adjusted and adapted well to our Alma Mater. Our curriculum of study required us to select certain options. Many chose Art and Crafts, Music, some more academically inclined picked English; needlework for the girls and others. I picked woodwork as my option. I wasn’t too sure I would be capable of using all those carpenter’s tools – not hammer and nails.

Having determined to find my soul mate in College, the next thing I decided upon was to work on a needlework table. Some chose to do book shelves, coffee tables and others. To me, the needlework table was going to be a labour of love – yes indeed labour for two whole years. 

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The needlework table is still in our possession after all these 49 years. It traveled from Kirkby College in Liverpool to Malaysia, and now it is here in Perth, Australia. I guess such memories are worth every penny on earth, and no hefty amount of cash offer will dissuade me from parting with it. Our daughter Agnes said: “Please dad, don’t ever sell it.” No way! It’s a family heirloom. In terms of age, it’s kind of an antique!

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It’s also a piece of art, solidly constructed of teak with craftsman’s precision joints and finished with linseed oil. The top opens to reveal a sliding tray that holds all the pins, needles and thread. Below the tray lies a storage compartment. It was built with love and love will see us through till our dying days.

Paul Chong

Reflections About Not Driving And Cars

Reflections About Not Driving And Cars

King's Park1999 King’s Park Entrance with Our Honda Legend



It is a sobering thought about not driving around anymore. It is hurting and even feel depressing when you used to be a “young man in a hurry”, mobile and on the move with ease & convenience. Your eye-sight is perfect except for the need of reading glass due to age. One morning you woke up and you found yourself being robbed of the most precious gift from God – though fortunately not entirely. That silent, unseen & unsuspecting hostile enemy just caught you unaware without as much of a hint, sign or indication of its coming. This enemy I refer to is “Glaucoma”, a silent disease that even my regular optometrist didn’t pick it up. Fortunately for me, I can still see with 10% on my left & only 5% on my right eye. Glaucoma is so hostile that it remains with you for the rest of your natural life, however unwelcome. You can only control further damage with eye drops. As it is, there’s no cure. Please be advised to see a good ophthalmic surgeon& have your eyes checked on a regular basis.

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I have been forbidden to drive, especially by my doctor son, lest I’ll be a danger onto myself or worse still a menace onto others. When the days are fine & clear, and the place of my sojourn is familiar & near, I sneak out & love the feeling of being on the wheel. But that’s infrequent.

You know there’s a kind of romance that man has with cars – a romance that’s emotionally strong to the point of being utterly possessive and obsessive. Admittedly, with some men this sort of love & romance with cars even supersede that which they have for their girlfriends or wives. Come to think of it now, it’s a silly notion to be in love with a material thing that possesses you more than you possess it! How ironic!

Taking the bus or the train instead of driving around yourself takes some getting used to. The convenience is not there and there’s a lot of wasted time waiting for buses. You can’t be expected to drop off at an exact location. With buses you need to walk & also to locate your right bus stand. In Perth where I live, unlike Singapore or Hong Kong, public transport is really below par. If you venture out on a weekend here, and you miss the last bus home, be prepared to spend a night of inconvenience, for the alternative taxi fare is so unaffordable for a pensioner.

Fortunately, for me, my wife still drives and for the first in my life I have a lady chauffeur, except that the usual attire does not accompany with the job. The entire experience is not the same as your driving on your own. On your part, there’s a lot of adjusting, adapting & adopting the new experience. Suffice for me to say this much & not more, for good reasons.

There are two basic large investments a man goes through in his lifetime. I exclude the marriage part which happily or unhappily is considered to be an investment by some. First thrilling investment is purchasing a car. The other of course is owning a house.

From the days of cranking in order to start the car, of which I have had a fair share with the Austin and Hillman in the 60s, names which perhaps sound unfamiliar with the present generation to the modern era of electronic start, I have driven and owned several of these transport contraptions.

In retrospect, I still love our first Morris Minor 1000 way back in the 60s. It took us everywhere. We travelled east, we travelled west and all along the East Coast of Malaysia when cars were carted across rivers on risky rafts, which were mere floating platforms or flat buoyant timber structures. There were no bridges then. The journey could mean long delays & tedious journeys. We were then teaching school in Machang & Kota Bahru, Kelantan on our return from Kirkby College.(Vehicle registration No: T 6572)

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Next came our Volvo 122S, a 4-Door Sedan made in Sweden. Unfortunately, it was not equipped with power steering then, but once in motion, the driving was pleasurable, steady & powerful with great ability in climbing steep gradient. I remember this Volvo caused a fair bit of envy in Anderson School, Ipoh, Malaysia where I was posted upon graduating from the University of Malaya. I was concurrently engaged as a part-time life insurance salesman with Prudential. (Vehicle Registration No: AJ 199)

Agnes&VolvoAgnes always at the wheel of Volvo 1970


The want of driving something even better never cease. That was how I ended up with a Mercedes 280S. I was told that once you have driven a Mercedes, the other vehicles pale by compare. It was certainly great, very steady & safe at high speed of over 100 mph. I had then plunged fully into the challenging field of life insurance sales & management & was making good money. We brought it over to Perth when we migrated.(Vehicle Registration No: AY 1899 changed to PC 888)

S. Jaya '80Mercedes 280S

Y Cheng'87Nephew Yew Cheng 1987

Had a Toyota 8-Seat Tarago for some years when in Perth doing the deli business, plenty of space when carting the purchased goods from the warehouse.

TaragoAA Oct83Andrew & Agnes – Toyota Tarago Oct. ’83  PC 111

Now for sheer sentiments I’ll hand on to my old faithful of over 20 years – top of the range Honda, the Legend with all the trimmings of power-steering, power windows, electronic adjustable driver’s seat, auto sun-roof etc. This was the state of the art in the 80s and now it’s worth only a song if traded in or sold. It has seen its days of glory, used but not abused.(Vehicle Registration: POTBLESS)

Lastly, it must be mentioned that unlike investments in stocks and shares or properties, buying cars is a losing proposition. The moment a car leaves the showroom, 25% value is straightaway written off.

Dickson Bay '80Mazda 323 – Port Dickson, Dickson Bay 1980


For my wife’s driving, there have been two Mazdas including for a very short time period of a Vauxhall Viva, which was quite useless. The first Mazda 1000 ( Registration No. AW 6199) I bought it brand new for my wife as a present, while the second Mazda 323 (Registration No. BBB 5881) we used more as a little family car until our migration departure for Perth in 1982. Now she drives a Toyota Corolla that I enjoy as a passenger.

Family '80Family 1980 – Mazda 323  BBB 5881

Paul Chong

Sunday 23 August 2009

Spring Walk – Perth Hills Escarpment

Spring Walk – Perth Hills Escarpment

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Perth Hills Escarpment, part of the Darling Range, rises some 400 metres from the coastal plain to the east. A lovely place for walk & hike with a vista vision of panoramic grandeur far & wide, & a good place for retreat from Perth City. It’s full of wild flowers with a myriad range of colours. Truly a place of beauty so near & yet so far. Best time to visit is in Spring.


As though it was not enough exercise after my usual Sunday round of golf this morning at 6.00 am, I found myself wandering off from home to the Lesmurdie National Park below. It was just before lunch and the car park was full with visitors from a group known as “Nearer to Nature”. They couldn’t have picked a better day – a real exhilarating Spring day.

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Armed with my digital camera, my fingers were trigger happy. Each step of the way all the way to the Lesmurdie National Park flowers were everywhere of various hues, shapes & sizes in blue, yellow, brown, purple and red. Such a magnificent sight to behold!

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Beauty greeted the eyes. With Spring in the air, there was spring in my steps as I leisurely wandered from the car park to the stream, up the steep gradient onto the top of the escarpment. One can see as far away to the City of Perth and nearby across the valley to our own home.

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Sometimes the human eyes just don’t notice the beauty around the environment in the proximity. To think that we ventured to drive over a thousand kilometers to Mullewa the wildflower country in the north, when right on your own door steps beauty abounds. They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. If you look near it’s right in front of you and you can dispense with having to travel afar in search of beauty.

If  you look far, it’s a thousand miles away,

but if you look near, it’s right in front of you.

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Paul Chong

Sunday, 28 September 2008

One Life To Live!

One Life To Live!

 

My old teacher Brother Leo once signed my autograph with these words: “I shall pass this way but once, any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show, let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” How very true & memorable! I have not forgotten since.

 

FootprintsFootprints in the sands of time . . . will be washed away with the waves.

 

 

We have but one life to live

Leave a legacy that others can see

Fill our lives with dreams and vision

Then strive on with the mission.

 

Making money is not the only considerations

Come it will beyond your imagination

Chasing after it is not the game

To be chased by it is no shame.

 

Money finding you is much easier

You finding it is crazier

The most precious thing in life

Is doing the things you like!

 

Procrastination will always be

If it is to be it’s up to me!

Soon Mother Time will pass us by

Setting aside time is being wise.

 

We all have twenty-four hours to live

Many of us just don’t give

The time to do what’s count

To leave a legacy that’s sound!

 

Paul Chong

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