Saturday, 20 January 2018

Clove Hall closes


Last night's nostalgic dinner with old friends was held at the premises of Clove Hall, a boutique hotel in Penang which is closing its doors at the end of January 2018. It was actually a farewell dinner, thrown by the soon-to-be Clove Hall ex-owners, Jim and Jo Lim. Jim is my old schoolmate; we have known each other since primary school days.

He had been running Clove Hall (the hotel) for the past seven years or so, but is now calling it a day. Retiring, he said, though I believe retirement is the furthest from his mind. It just frees up the time for him to go into other, perhaps more worthwhile, ventures. But he did admit that it was the right time for him to exit the business, seeing how he was faced with several bureaucratic problems.

On one hand, he said that the Penang government was trying to promote tourism - and Clove Hall happens to be one of the more premium and well-known boutique hotels in the state, having won many world-wide accolades and recognition - but on the other hand, the same government puts up obstacles which no amount of meetings seemed able to overcome. There's no flexibility on their part, he admitted to me and my friends.

So Jim and Jo will be relinquishing the hotel business at the end of the month. Already, they have stopped accepting any booking and the existing four or five staff will be released. The new owners will not be continuing with the hotel business. In the meantime, he invited some of his friends to Dinner@CloveHall last night. Fine gathering. Obviously, the 14 of us old schoolmates outnumbered the rest of his guests. We talked and we jawed, but eventually had to call it a night.

Thank you, Jim and Jo. Although we know that you will still be around in Penang, we shall definitely miss Clove Hall.


Left to right: Hock Leong, Boon Hoe, Ah Keat (aka Andrew), Kah Theang (aka Gordon), Sanan, myself, Oon Hup, Cheng Choo (aka Michael), Hock Thiam, Kok Yong (aka Kevin), Jalil, Teik Wah (aka Jim), Chye Chye and Kim Guan (aka Leslie)



Monday, 15 January 2018

Being religious versus spiritual


I read this earlier on facebook and thought it was worthwhile enough to post on my blog. As the origin is unknown, I'm unable to give credit to its author.

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING RELIGIOUS AND BEING SPIRITUAL:
A classmate sent this, just like to share the interesting pointers, n open up the minds to understand better about human relationship;

▪ Religion is not just one, there are hundreds.
▪ Spirituality is one.

▪ Religion is for those who sleep.
▪ Spirituality is for those who are awake.

▪ Religion is for those who need someone to tell them what to do and want to be guided.
▪ Spirituality is for those who pay attention to their inner voice.

▪ Religion has a set of dogmatic rules.
▪ Spirituality invites us to reason about everything, to question everything.

▪ Religion threatens and frightens.
▪ Spirituality gives inner peace.

▪ Religion speaks of sin and guilt.
▪ Spirituality says, "learn from error".

▪ Religion represses everything and in some cases it is false.
▪ Spirituality transcends everything, it brings you closer to your truth!

▪ Religion speaks of a god; It is not God.
▪ Spirituality is everything and therefore, it is in God.

▪ Religion invents.
▪Spirituality finds.

▪ Religion does not tolerate any question.
▪Spirituality questions everything.

▪ Religion is human, it is an organization with men's rules.
▪ Spirituality is Divine, without human rules.

▪ Religion is the cause of divisions.
▪The spirituality unites.

▪ Religion is looking for you to believe.
▪ Spirituality you have to look for it to believe.

▪ Religion follows the precepts of a sacred book.
▪ Spirituality seeks the sacred in all books.

▪ Religion feeds on fear.
▪ Spirituality feeds on trust and faith.

▪ Religion lives in thought.
▪ Spirituality lives in Consciousness.

▪ Religion deals with doing.
▪ Spirituality has to do with the Self.

▪ Religion feeds the ego.
▪ Spirituality drives to transcend.

▪ Religion makes us renounce the world to follow a god.
▪ Spirituality makes us live in God, without renouncing us.

▪ Religion is a cult.
▪ Spirituality is meditation.

▪ Religion fills us with dreams of glory in paradise.
▪ Spirituality makes us live the glory and paradise here and now.

▪ Religion lives in the past and in the future.
▪ Spirituality lives in the present.

▪ Religion creates cloisters in our memory.
▪ Spirituality liberates our Consciousness.

▪ Religion makes us believe in eternal life.
▪ Spirituality makes us aware of Eternal Life.

▪ Religion promises life after death.
▪ Spirituality is to find God in our interior during life and death.

We are not mortal human beings who go through a spiritual experience. We are actually immortal spiritual beings who go through a temporary human experience.


Thursday, 11 January 2018

The Fleetwood Mac of old


There are two sides to Fleetwood Mac. One is the blues Fleetwood Mac and the other is the pop Fleetwood Mac.

Frankly, I've never appreciated the pop Fleetwood Mac much. This transition from blues to pop was precipitated when Peter Green and Jeremy Spencer left the group in 1974 and new members Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks joined.

I wasn't impressed much by the change of direction although I must admit that I do have a copy of their best-selling album, Rumours, in my possession.

I still yearn for the Fleetwood Mac of old because I felt that the band was at their most impressive when performing songs like Albatross, Black Magic Woman and Man of the World. This record below that I own, a double album, is a Dutch pressing although the liner notes are in German.


Side One: Black magic woman, Jigsaw puzzle blues, Stop messin' around, Doctor Brown, Evenin' boogie, Albatross
Side Two: Need your love so bad, I've lost my baby, Coming home, I believe my time ain't long, The sun is shining, Rollin' man
Side Three: My heart beat like a hammer, Merry go round, Long grey mare, Hellhound on my trail, Shake your moneymaker, Looking for somebody
Side Four: No place to go, My baby's good to me, I loved another woman, Cold black night, The world keep on turning, Got to move




Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Japan, Day 3: Disneysea


It was actually a toss-up between Disneyland and Disneysea, and the latter won. So on the third day of our holidays in Japan, we spent our time at Disneysea from morning till night....and came away feeling not very impressed with it. Okay, sure, we managed to catch several of their attractions, including two of their roller-coaster rides but somehow, we felt that there was something missing that until today, we can't quite describe in words. Perhaps the theme park is too much of a family-orientated entertainment. Too sanitised. (And I can almost hear the riposte in response, "What can you expect from a wholesome theme park like Disneysea - or Disneyland for that matter? Well, all I can say is that by comparison, Disneyland Hong Kong was much, much better!)




 I never got to find out why all these people were sitting on the ground. What on earth were they waiting for??



This was basically our main mode of transportation within Disneysea. All in, we could have sat in this electric tram, going in either direction, five or six times. Better this than walking, actually!



It's advised to get the FASTPASS priority tickets for certain attractions in order to ensure there are places allotted to you, or otherwise you may have to join a long queue and wait your turn. But generally, I found that once the time passed seven o'clock in the evening, the queues would have disappeared and it was easier to take the rides.




The obligatory Disneysea fireworks, celebrating Halloween

This motif on a ceiling interested me more than the various attractions around me!

Judging from the merchandise bags, these are indeed happy faces next to me!




Monday, 8 January 2018

Japan, Day 2: Shinjuku (and a bit of Shibuya)


The trouble with holiday trips is that one can never see everything but just a very small snapshot of a place. Such as Shinjuku in Tokyo. My son wanted to go there, because he was searching for something specific to buy, so we all trooped there by train from Ikebukuro.

We alighted from the Shinjuku station and took a random walk down the road, not knowing where we would be heading. Then my son went one way and the three of us went the other way.

We slipped into a shopping mall - I think it was the Lumine - and got distracted by a bakery. Selling all sorts of cakes and buns. And drinks. And so we ordered some to eat. We searched for an empty table among the limited there. Couldn't find one. But there was one with a shopping bag resting on a chair. One of the shoppers - an elegant Japanese lady - motioned to us and quickly removed her bag. We thanked her and rested our feet. Not that we had walked much, but the rest still proved a blessing.



Somehow, we found ourselves at a tourist information centre. Where could we find somewhere interesting to visit around here, we asked the lady at the centre. She whipped out a map and suggested walking to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building where we could go up and take a panoramic view of the district. There was also a park nearby, if we were interested.


This sounded good to us and so, like well-trained tourists, we followed her directions to the government building. But there was disappointment. There was a long line of people with the same idea as us. Only goodness will know how long it would take us just to reach the front of the queue. So we gave up the idea of going up the building. By this time, though, darkness had descended on Tokyo. We did make our way to the park and there was nothing much to see in the darkness except for a pavillion in semi-darkness.

We decided to make our way back to the Lumine building, re-tracing our steps through a road selling electronics stuff. We went into one which turned out to be the Shinjuku West branch of the Yodobashi chain of stores. While Saw See and Michelle, waited for Jeremy on the ground floor, I took a hurried tour of the upper floors. I must admit that I was quite floored by the widest selection of electronic goods that I had ever seen. It was with great reluctance that I had to go back down to the ground floor again.




The family now re-united, we walked back to the train station but my ears soon picked up a familiar sound. The sound of the Hang musical instrument. The last time I had watched anyone play this musical instrument was in 2014 when Richard Clayderman performed in Penang. But at this present moment, it was an unknown street performer who was playing with his Hang on the sidewalk.


Oh yes, we had to take a quick trip to the Shibuya station which was one stop away from Shinjuku because Jeremy still tried to find his stuff. A very quick trip. We emerged from the station and while Jeremy disappeared somewhere, the three of us slipped into a department store and wandered around. We got tired after a while, waited for Jeremy to return, and then we took the train back to Ikebukuro. It must be understood that this was our first day in Japan. Had landed in the morning without any rest and we were dead tired. Hungry too, if I may add here. So we took refuge at a Hanamaru Udon shop at the end of the Ikebukuro station. Needless to say, the food was good.





Saturday, 6 January 2018

Japan, Day 2: Disk union


It was all a rush rush rush getting from airport to train station and then to the apartment. Now that we had settled in, it was time to take things more slowly and absorb in the atmosphere around us. Emerging from the building, we walked out to start looking at the restaurants. A few caught in the distance our eyes but we decided not to linger too long to decide on our lunch because the whole city was before us!



So we peered and then popped into the nearest udon shop, a little establishment name unknown to me, where we sat at the counter bar. But first, we had to buy tickets from the vending machine. First time again. Passed the tickets to the restaurant staff and waited. Watched them serve other customers first before us. Soon enough, our own meals came. Interesting bowls of noodles and a towering heap of bean sprouts on one of them. First and only time that we saw taugeh served with our meals, though.


Next stop for me was the Disk Union shop on the other side of the Ikebukuro station. While the family went exploring the area, I excused myself for a half hour to immerse myself in one of Japan's well-known music shop. Heaven is when you can browse through their hordes of records.



Okay, I got what I wanted. My spoils of battle. Now we can go elsewhere. My son said Shinjuku. Okay, Shinjuku it shall be. Let's go!

Previous: First feel




Friday, 5 January 2018

Japan, Day 2: First feel


You can say that our first contact with Japan outside the arrival hall was the 7-Eleven outlet at the airport.

We were famished. We hadn't eaten since the unexpected overnight stay at Incheon. So we filed into 7-Eleven and started gawking at the food sold there. All sorts of Japanese food imaginable, all telling us: "Pick me, pick me!"

We grabbed a few things, paid for them and started eating right outside. In front of people walking briskly between the airport and the train station. And all the time, my son kept telling us: "This is Japan, this is Japan. We shouldn't be blocking the passageway." So after we had finished eating, what now? To go to our airbnb apartment, of course! On our very first rail ride in Japan from Haneda international airport to the Ikebukuro station.

During the journey to Ikebukuro, I was actually a bit relieved that, thanks to Typhoon Lan, we had arrived in Tokyo during the day and not the previous night. This was a silver lining. If we had arrived late at night, I had feared that we could have missed the last train leaving from the airport station and we would be forced to buy the late-night express bus tickets to Ikebukuro station.

Not only would the bus tickets be way more expensive than the ¥750 for each train ticket, the bus would not have stopped where I wanted and we would have to walk right across the station. That wasn't a big deal but as first-timer visitors to Tokyo, I would want to be certain that the station would be open round-the-clock. Would it also close at midnight? Or soon after midnight?

Days before our journey, I had contacted the owner of the airbnb apartment to inquire about getting to his apartment. At first, I thought, wow, this Japanese guy can at least understand and communicate in English, giving me the required information and how to retrieve the keys from the postbox. But when I inquired further about the apartment's location and details on the Ikebukuro station, whether it was open 24 hours, the poor chap went completely silent after a while. It was then that I realised that my questions were now beyond him and I had better seek answers elsewhere from other people who had been to Japan. Poor me, poor him.

Anyway, we did find the building and we did locate the keys to the apartment. My impression can be summed in three words: clean, compact, cramped.

Yes, it was clean with everything in their proper place. All the conveniences of a holiday stay were there....well-stocked bathroom, bath towels, washing machine, small wardrobe for the clothes, kitchenette with accompanying utensils, foldable table and a chair, television set, a portable WiFi and most importantly, an air-conditioner.

And yet, it was small and compact, something which I was prepared for. I think the best way to describe our airbnb accommodation was that it would qualify as a studio apartment back home. If it was meant for one or two persons to stay, the place would be all right. But for four persons to live here even for only two or three days, it was cramped. Especially when the mattresses were lain down on the floor and with our respective luggage bags all opened up. Nevertheless, this was a holiday, right? We were prepared to accept everything and anything.

Previous: From Incheon to Haneda

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Japan, Day 2: From Incheon to Haneda




We arrived at Incheon international airport at almost one o'clock in the morning, Korea local time. As I joined the rest of the passengers to file out of the plane and the female air crew were all standing at the exit to bide us farewell, I could see relief on their faces. I guess they were just as rattled as us during the attempted landing at Haneda some two hours earlier. I spotted one of the more senior crew members. "Are you the pilot," I asked him. "Yes," he replied. "Well, I want to shake your hand. Thanks for getting us out of a sticky situation," I said. We grinned at one another.

The airport was basically closed when some ground staff from AirAsia X met us at the arrival gate. Well, at least the airline had someone come to meet us at this unearthly hour. We were led to the airport security where our carry-on luggage was checked and scanned before we were allowed into the departure lounge. We weren't allowed out of here. All the passengers were required to stay here until the rescheduled flight, bearing a new code D7522D, leave Incheon at six o'clock. That would be in some five hours time.

Although each passenger was then given a 10,000 Won food coupon, there was hardly any food outlet opened. We were lucky. We were the last passengers to use our 40,000 Won to buy up the last of the sandwiches at the only available food outlet. Then we settled down to attempt some shut-eye which, of course, did not happen to me. I think it was only my wife who got some sleep.


At 5.30am, we assembled outside Gate 109 and were soon allowed into the aeroplane. There was a fresh set of crew who would fly us to our intended destination. The aircraft left Incheon at 6.45am and flew without any further incident into Haneda, reaching there at 8.45am. By 8.59am, we were already on terra firma and waiting to depart from the airport. Hello, Japan, finally!



Previous: Flying into a typhoon


Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Japan, Day 1: Flying into a typhoon


It was almost a year ago during the Chinese New Year reunion dinner that we were talking about taking another family vacation. The last time that my wife and I took a vacation with my children was in 2014 when we decided to go to Hanoi after cancelling our initial plans to Bali because of my hospitalisation.

We were discussing where to go this time around and for quite a while, we were looking at St Petersburg in Russia as a destination. But then we decided not to cross so many time zones and plumb for Japan instead. (I think everybody were more excited about Japan than Russia).

The only decision left was the date of travel and eventually decided on the end of October when the raining spell in Japan was starting to dry up and the weather was still not too cold. With some luck, we could even see some fall colours during the transition from summer to autumn. I settled on the 22nd of October till the 29th, and we all agreed to enter Japan through Tokyo and depart through Osaka. We would take a one-way trip by rail from Tokyo to Osaka and experience their bullet train along the way.

So there we were, Saw See, Jeremy and I, flying down to the KLIA2 on the 22nd morning where Michelle would then meet up with us. We were ready. We boarded the AirAsia X flight D7522 which would depart at 2.25pm and scheduled to arrive at Haneda international airport, Tokyo, at 10.30pm.

Everyone thought that this would be, or should be, an uneventful flight. But unbeknownst to my family, I was a little nervous. No, actually, I was more than a little nervous. No thanks, of course, to two jokers on the opposite sides of the Pacific Ocean.

On one side was a maverick dotard now in his latest role as the President of the United States of America and on the other side was an unpredictable little rocket man from the Democratic People's Republic of Korea with a penchant for playing with missiles and nuclear weapons. Between the two of them, there was no predicting when someone could be trigger happy and war could break out at any time. The situation grew more tense as the year rolled along. South Korea and Japan, caught in the middle between the United States and North Korea, could face the dire consequences and there we were, having already decided to visit Japan. Fortunately, there was a two-month lull from mid-September when the lovebirds did nothing much except trade insults, and I felt that it would be safe enough to travel. But I wouldn't have hesitated from aborting the family trip if there was escalation in the tension.

There was a second reason for my nervousness. Typhoon Lan. Days before our trip, I had begun checking on the weather conditions in Japan and noticed that a typhoon was threatening to strike at Japan at about the same time that we were to arrive. A friend in Tokyo wrote to me on 20 October: "Tough weather forecast. Heavy rain and thunderstorm on Sunday. Typhoon warning for Monday. Bring umbrellas."

Yup, a typhoon named Lan was bearing down on Japan but what could we do? It was a natural phenomenon. The flight was still taking off on schedule from KLIA2 on Sunday afternoon. I suppose typhoon weather is all quite normal circumstances for airlines. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing for them to worry about. The aircraft could still land in stormy weather. Or so I thought.

Only things was, this was a very different cup of tea. At about 10 o'clock at night, Japan time, I knew that we were already in Japan airspace. Preparations were already taken to land the airplane. I could hear the outboard and inboard flaps on the wing being engaged. I could also imagine that the landing gear was down too. However, the problem was that there was nothing reassuring to see from the window. Except for patches of grey clouds whizzing by, everything else was in pitch darkness. No sign of city lights on the ground. No approaching landing strip lights could be seen. And the engine was straining against the wind. Loudly. Making all sorts of noises that I normally wouldn't associate with landing. I could feel the bird strain but fortunately, it remained very steady. I suppose the airplane must have circled the airport once, perhaps twice. Then suddenly, the pilot came on the air. All airports in Japan were closed on account of this particular typhoon. He was diverting the aircraft to Incheon.

It took me a moment to fathom this decision. Incheon? That's Seoul's international airport, isn't it? In South Korea. That's about two hours away from Tokyo. So this wasn't any ordinary typhoon. It was a typhoon strong enough to close all the airports in Japan, from the northern to the southern parts of the country. At least, this decision meant that we no longer needed to worry about a dangerous landing under an utterly stormy weather condition. The weather at Incheon, the pilot assured us, would be fine. We would wait out the storm there and fly out to Haneda first thing in the morning.

To be continued....



Sunday, 24 December 2017

The war of the worlds


Herbert George Wells, more popularly known as HG Wells, was a prolific English writer of novels, short stories, works of social commentary, satire, biography and autobiography. He is best remembered for his science fiction novels and I remember reading the abridged version of The Invisible Man during my schooldays. Apart from this story orf invisibility, his other science fiction works imagined time travel (The Time Machine), alien invasion and biological engineering (The Island of Dr Moreau). But it was for The War of the Worlds, written in 1898, that Wells is now most famous for.

The War of the Worlds spawned seven films, various radio dramas, comic-book adaptations, video games, a television series and sequels or parallel stories by other authors.

One of the most notorious adaptations of the science fiction was the 1938 radio broadcast that was narrated and directed by George Orson Welles, an American actor, director, writer and producer. The first two-thirds of the 60-minute broadcast was presented as a news bulletin and was often described as having led to widespread panic by some listeners who, not having listened in to the programme from the start, believed that an invasion by extraterrestrial beings was actually taking place. However, there are some sources that claimed these reports of panic were mostly overly exaggerated.

The first The War of the Worlds film was produced in 1953 and it starred Gene Barry. In 2005, Tom Cruise was the leading actor in a Steven Spielberg version of the story.

In 1978, Jeff Wayne was inspired enough to produce a musical version of the story. It was a concept double album with its main format being progressive rock and string orchestra, using narration by Richard Burton and leitmotifs to carry the story. The vocals in the album were provided by Justin Hayward (The Moody Blues), David Essex, Chris Thompson (Manfred Mann's Earth Band), Phil Lynott (Thin Lizzy) and Julie Covington. Wayne himself provided some narration at the end of the album.

I remember first hearing Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of The War of the Worlds (to give the work its full title) in 1980 and, like many other people then, owned a pirated audio cassette version of the album after requesting it taped by the local record store. Later, I "progressed" to owning a copied version of this album on a compact disc. It was only very much later that I managed to lay my hands on an original but second-hand copy of the vinyl record. Having owned all three formats - cassette, compact disc and record - I can assure you that there is nothing comparable to holding the records in your hands and listening to the music loud through the hi-fi system!

By the way, the late Richard Burton's voice is super-superb on this record. His doom-ridden but brilliant reading really brought out the drama and the atmosphere in the recording.


Side One: The eve of the war, Horsell Common and the heat ray
Side Two: The artilleryman and the fighting machine, Forever Autumn, Thunder child
Side Three: The red weed (Part 1), The spirit of Man, The red weed (Part 2)
Side Four: Brave new world, Dead London, Epilogue (Part 1), Epilogue (Part 2) (NASA)



Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Remembering David Cassidy


I do remember watching The Partridge Family over local television in the early years of the 1970s at a time when syndicated television programmes took years before reaching the Malaysian audience. The biggest star of the show was, of course, David Cassidy who was the son of actor Jack Cassidy. The younger Cassidy had charisma and girls over here also went ga-ga over him like their counterparts elsewhere. David Cassidy died two weeks ago on 21 Nov, a few days after being admitted to a Florida hospital for liver and kidney failure.

I had been wondering whether I had an album of The Partridge Family music in my collection but apparently not. Then I remembered that I did have a copy of Cassidy's debut solo album called Cherish, that I had bought second-hand from someone about four years ago.


Side One: Being together, I just wanna make you happy, Could it be forever, Blind hope, I lost my chance, My first night alone without you
Side Two: We could never be friends ('Cause we've been lovers too long, Where is the morning, I am a clown, Cherish, Ricky's tune



Friday, 1 December 2017

Li Chun (立春), 2018


After years of flicking through the pages, my copy of Joey Yap's book, The Ten Thousand Year Calendar, is almost coming apart. It has been my most faithful reference companion as I consult it every year to find out the date and time of various cultural festivals such as Tang Chek (冬至) and Cheng Beng (清明).

But it is for the festival of Li Chun (立春) or Lip Chun, which actually heralds the start of the  new year according to the Chinese lunisolar calendar, that I consult this reference book the most and luckily, other than the pages falling off, the book is still more or less intact.

Incidentally, we of the Penang Baba Nyonya community have another name for this festival, which is Jip Chun, where Jip means literally "the entering of" and Chun meaning, of course, Spring. Jip Chun = The Entering of Spring. Get it?

For 2018, Li Chun will occur before the start of the popularly known Chinese New Year festivities. To be exact, the date for Li Chun is 4 February 2018 which corresponds to the 19th day of the 12th Chinese lunar month. So, if you are like me and have to paste a new Chun (春) character on the rice bucket, please do so shortly after 5.30 in the morning.

I've been writing about Li Chun in this blog since Year 2007 and you can still read them here:
Li Chun, 2017
Li Chun, 2016
Li Chun, 2015
Li Chun, 2014
Li Chun, 2013
Li Chun, 2012
Li Chun, 2011
Li Chun, 2010
Li Chun, 2009
Li Chun, 2008
Li Chun, 2007




Monday, 27 November 2017

Visitors from Xiamen China


It took us about a day to prepare for the visit of four representatives from the Xiamen Haicang Songyu Federation of Returned Overseas Chinese and other related associations to the Penang Swee Cheok Tong Quah Kongsi (檳城瑞鵲堂柯公司) but there we were, the four of us waiting to greet the four of them on their arrival at our humble Kongsi this afternoon.

Led by their president, Mr Lin GuoBao, the four delegates were taken on a quick tour of our Kongsi's premises and given a brief rundown on our 171-year-old history. But of course, we had already hosted them for lunch and exchanged quite a lot of information and pleasantries earlier.

Nevertheless, it was only appropriate that at our Kongsi's premises, we partook the official exchange of souvenirs and the mandatory photographs. The four delegates from China were Mr Lin GuoBao (林国宝), Mr Xie Fu Kun (谢福坤), Mr Yan Di (颜笛) and Mr Jiang ZhiMin (江志民).

Myself receiving a scroll from Mr Lin GuoBao. Others in the picture are Quah Cho Pin, Keo Soo Liang, Mr Yan Di, Mr Xie Fu kun, Quah Chin Sun and Mr Jiang ZhiMin.

And my turn to present a souvenir from the Swee Cheok Tong to Mr Lin GuoBao