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Friday, June 30, 2006

The Four Meme


Four jobs I would stink at:

1. Prime Minister of Malaysia (sure give my best friends the plumiest job and contracts)
2. Doctor (will get depress looking after sick and suffering patients)
3. Teacher (not enough patience)
4. Sales (hate to apple polish and grovel for sales)

Four pretend nicknames I'm making up for myself:
1. Peppy
2. Teyve
3. Ghost Gums
4. MapleLeaf


Four movies I have watched over and over (and did not fall asleep):
1. You only live twice (good plot, beautiful scenery, a more realistic spy movie out of all the James Bond Movie)
2. Shall We Dance (wish I can dance I that)
3. Bad Girls (4 Leng Luis ride together, stop running, stop to fight & stay alive)
4. Beauty & the Beast (sucker for movie with happy endings)

Four things I love to do on weekends:
1. Sleep
2. Wear old clothes.
3. Go for a walk in the park
4. Go to bookshop, browse and drink cappuccino

Four alcoholic beverages I've enjoyed:
1. Kahlua
2. Bailey's
3. Campari
4. Port









Four celebrities I would go on a Big Date with:
1. Madeleine Stowe
2. Evangeline Lilly
3. Angelina Jolie
4. Titoki (she is a celebrity isn’t she? Me, not picky)


Four things I could not live without (excluding the essentials):
1. Cannot think of anything I cannot live without
2.
3.
4.

Four of my favourite foods, whom I'd like to bon appetite with:
1. Pizza & Pasta at La Porchetta with my wife
2. Petaling Street's Woon Kee Wan Tan Meen with my Dad & Mum
3. Roti Chanai with Dahl Curry with anyone
4. Nasi Lemak (Malay ones only) with myself, with myself

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Anywhere in Canada & US
2. Florence, Italy
3. Lake Lucerne, Switzerland
4. Paris, France

Anywhere with Titoki for a hot cup of chocolate drink (cannot resist to Kiek you, hehhehehe)

Four people I'm not mercilessly tagging:
1. None, I got a kind heart. If you are free & nothing to do, you are welcome to do it.

My Indulgence



Here is another of my indulgence. Look at it, lick your computer screen if you must while I try to finish a meme. I had being tagged by some loving kind soul who remembered me when she ran out of friends to tag (Am trying to keep a straight face). Ha, ha, ha.
But it is nice to be remembered once a while than not at all.
Hmm, that Rum & Raisin Chocolate, hmmmm, it is so hmmmmm yummy. Blurrh!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Desert, anyone?

This is what do when I have a mental block. Eating ice cream, the brain food. Don't believe me? Ask yourself where did this post come from? Yes, from eating ice cream, the brain food. Still don't get it, then go and eat ice cream not any other kind but Weis' ice cream. Maybe you will get it.

Psst, to any top guns from Weis' Ice Cream reading this, any free ice creams for this plug in? Yes? It will be much appreciated.

LIFE IS BEAUTY

A long time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the Emperor would give him the area of land he has covered.

Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible.

Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself."

The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition. We neglect our health, time with our family and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love.

One day when we look back, we will realize that we don't really need that much, but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed.

Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition. Life is definitely not about work! Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life. Life is a balance of Work and Play, Family and Personal time. You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts. Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence.

So, take it easy, do what you want to do and appreciate nature. Life is fragile, Life is short. Do not take Life for granted. Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life!

Naked a man comes from his mother's womb,
and as he comes, so he departs.
He takes nothing from his labor
that he can carry in his hand.


Wednesday, June 28, 2006

We dumped our Coated Pan

Last weekend, we decided to dump all our non-stick Teflon and Titanium coated pans. Why?

Our Teflon coated pan was a well known branded pan. We have used it for a while and noticed the Teflon coating has discoloured and has little bubbles in the coating. Because it has a lifetime warranty, we sent it back for a claim. To our dismay our claim was rejected because “we overheated our pan”.

Chinese cooking requires a very hot pan for stir frying otherwise the food will not be tasty (Ng Kow For).

A little research and we found that Teflon coated pan releases poisonous fumes. If you heat an empty Teflon coated pan to 400°C, the Teflon particles become airborne and can cause polymer fume fever. Also Teflon’s key ingredient, Perfluorooctanoic Acid (PFOA), a chemical, is released and “sticks” in the environment indefinitely. PFOA combined with the airborne fume released when non stick cookware overheats may be more toxic than realised. PFOA is also a human carcinogen and is linked to several types of cancer, as well as birth defects and immunosuppression.

While the hotly debates in on and until the verdict is in, it is back to the good old fashioned cast iron wok.

Yes, Mum, you are right about the good old wok.


The cast iron wok is heavier and it takes a little longer to heat up but it can withstand a higher temperature and distribute the heat more evenly. The foods cooked in it are also tastier.

Over the weekend, we bought a 10” stainless steel pan; this is for light cooking like frying eggs or sausages. The Sales lady told us a majority of the customers are shying away from the coated pans and going back to the non coated pans.



Mum knows best! Listen to her.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Good Medicine

I was busy writing an article last week and in passing I heard the presenter from the TV show “What’s good for you” quoted some writings by King Solomon. She, then, goes to say a happy, cheerful and merry heart can help you live longer and can prevent heart attack. Scientific test has proven it is so.

So I quickly get the Bible out and look for the verse. It is in the book of Proverb 17:22.

“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”

A responsible blogger like me, love my readers and wants them to be happy and live longer. I want them to keep coming and coming to read my blog. So today, I will not bore you with a lengthy serious post. I will post a joke, a small joke only, to make you laugh and keep you happy. OK!


A reporter on a religious newspaper was polling religious beliefs of the world leaders and sought an interview with Bill Clinton.

He was shown into the Oval Office and was impressed to see among the bank of phones with Hotlines to Britain, Russia and the Pentagon, a purple phone on the end.

“That’s my direct to God,” said Clinton.

“Gosh,” said the reporter. ”How much does it cost to call God?”

“Oh, just on a thousand dollars a minute, but the communication is essential.”

Benjamin Netanyahu was the reporter’s next assignment and in the Prime Minister’s office in Tel Aviv, he noticed another purple phone among the rest.

“No doubt that is a direct line to God?” said the reporter.

“Indeed it is,” replied Peres.

“How much does it cost?”

“Oh, about thirty cents, I think,” said Peres

“But it costs the US President just over a thousand,”

“Ah yes,” said Netanyahu, “but from here it is a local call.”




Did you have a good laugh or not? If not try harder.

Monday, June 26, 2006

The City & Fiddler On The Roof

Yesterday we went down to the city to watch Fiddler On The Roof. We wanted to drive down but on the 2nd thought, since it was a beautiful day we decided to take the train down. The train fare through & fro on weekend is $2.50.
Also on this Sunday, there was a special steam engine train ride. This is an annual affair for the steam engine club to raise fund for the maintainence of the steam engines.

Steam Engine Train
The train ride into the city was pleasant and smooth. I was surprised the city was packed with people. Normally it is very quiet.





Federation square was packed with activities and we did not stop over for a look.
Sunday, the 25th of June marked the 150th anniversary of the State Parliament officially opened exactly 150 years ago. The parliament was opened to public and entry was free. Visit Wu Ching's blog to read more.
And the annual sales was on, too. Bargains everywhere.
We went to Chilli Padi for lunch and it was disappointing. The fried Koay Teow was cold and not delicious. It was $13 and it was not worth it. Curry Laksa was passable at $9. No photos of the food as I do not want to spoil your breakfast, lunch or dinner. The service was slow and it took us 45 minutes to get our lunch even the place was not packed. Wasted time!

Buskers
We then strolled the city as we made our way the The Royal Majesty Theatre for the " Fiddler On The Roof" show. There was a large crowd and show was packed and completely sold out. Maureen & I enjoyed the show thoroughly.



Topol was fantastic. The music was superb accompanied by a well conducted orchestra. Topol got a standing ovation for his performance. I would strongly recommend anyone wanting to see it to go for it. Photograhy or any recording were not allowed.

"Fiddler on the Roof follows the journey of a family that has its traditional life turned upside down when the modern world starts to impact on life in their idyllic village. Its comedy and passion are infectious and the show offers audiences of all ages a theatrical experience that will be cherished for a lifetime.

Timeless classics such as If I Were a Rich Man, Matchmaker, Tradition and Sunrise, Sunset, combined with Jerome Robbins' masterful choreography, have honoured this production with a multitude of awards including nine Tony Awards (New York) and Olivier Awards (London) for Best Musical, Best Score and Lyrics, Best Book and Best Actor. Topol also won a Golden Globe Award and Oscar nomination for his appearance in the film of Fiddler on the Roof."


I have seen the movie many times and I alway love the songs. One particular song that always stick in my mind is " If I were a rich Man". The lyrics are funny and I guess I do sometime ask God that question.

If I were a Rich Man

[TEVYE]
"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.

The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.



My niece, Tania, was at the show, too. She volunteered to drive us home.
It was a good and blessed day.

St. Kilda Road

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Duck Bin It Code?

The grass was long and the lawn looks so untidy. I thought it is time to give the lawn a trim. While mowing the lawn, something caught my eye on my neighbour’s nature strip.


Curious I walked over and have a look. This message is on the concrete storm water drain cover.

I guess my curious mind will run wild tonight. Is it a coded message to someone? Is my neighbour a spy? Ha, ha, ha. Sorry, cannot help it. Blame it on Dan Brown and his Da Vinci Code.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Bag of Air Fever

Bag of Air fever comes around every 4 years. It is wide spread round the world and affects mostly on men. Some women do catch this fever but it is not as wide spread among them.

This fever makes men loses their sleep and they tend to get overly excited and all fire up. When the fever is at its peak, it is best to leave men on their own in their thoughts. Their eyes will only glue to the idiot box and is oblivious to any happenings in their surroundings. Any minor interruptions or any wrong words will cause them to flare up inevitably. They can become agitated, impatient, noisy, swearing and loud mouth for unknown reasons. It seems to bring the worst out of them. Every now & then they will jump up, punch into the air with their fist and rub their hand with glees. Or they sometime will groan, flop into the seat and look dejected.

Funnily, if you put all the men with this fever together, they can be very communicative. They will now and then pat each other on the shoulder, do the Mexican wave, smile or cry. Even to the extent of consoling one other if they are dejected. They are some how more generous and willing to share their beers, chocolates, nuts and any other food at hand which they seldom do when they are well.

If there are no idiot boxes around, they become frigidity. They will circle like hawk looking for one and continue to do so until they find one. You may find them at their mate’s home, the mamak shop, kopi tiam or anywhere that has an idiot box.

During this time, they do not mate. They neglect their spouse and family. They have no inkling to do any other things. For some unknown reason, they do continue to go to work with their baggy eyes. They will wake up late or not sleep at all, skip breakfast and be late for work. At work they will be cranky, ill temper and unproductive. They are agitated, discomposed, disconcerted, on the edge and worked up and will have no mood for work. Surprisingly, their bosses seems to understand and tolerant during this epidemic. However, if they are in contact with someone carrying this fever, their whole being changes. They become chatty and relax.

These unpredictable moods, sometime breaks up good marriages. Smart spouses will keep away from them. They will either be shopping & spending all the money with all the others neglected spouses or they will be on extended holiday. The men will not be any wiser.

Oh, one important observation. When the fever is at its peak, the men do not watch just anything on the idiot box. They watch one important channel that broadcast 22 grown men in colour jerseys and knee high socks, aimlessly chasing after a bag of air and trying to kick it in between 2 poles.

Medical expert call this fever “Football Fever” but ask their spouses, they will tell you that a bag of air.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Kodak Moments

One day in one of our Marketing Course lecture, the lecturer gave us an interesting question. “What do the Kodak company market”, he asked. A few hands shot up.

“Photograph paper”

“Kodak Film”

“Camera”

“Disposable Camera”

“Chemical for film processing”, answered the few.

The lecturer answered,”Yes, they do sell that stuff, but the main thing the company market is memories”.

In the early fifties and sixties, cameras were expensive, so are photography papers, chemical and processing. Even they were expensive, Dad make sure each of his children have a record of their childhood.

When Dad passed away, we went through his stuffs and found he had a collection of photographs and other things that we used to have when we were young. Stuffs we thought were useless. Running through his collection, there was photograph collection of our childhood.

We ran through them and found we were laughing at ourselves and reminiscing over the old days.

10 month old

My personal photo albums were kept by Dad among his collection. I took it back with me to Down Under.

Yesterday I leafed through some old photo albums and photographs that would have been lost if not for Dad foresight.

2 years old

As I looked through them, my eyes welled with tear, bringing back memories. Even though we were poor, we have happy childhood. Some of my childhood pictures makes me cringed looking at myself. I often wondered when my uncles & aunties used to remark that I get more “lang chai” (handsome) as I grow older. The childhood photographs answered the question. My sisters used to tease me that I have a serious face. I guess there are right.

3 years old

So when you look at a photograph, what do you see? Photograph paper? Camera? Film? Memories?

Dad, thanks the memories.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

For You

A blog, I came to know

Has so much to show

But sad it has to go

And that a blow


A sweet, lovely Lass, she is

Writes to share, she love

Her adventures need to be told

That will make my heart glows


A cup of coffee, a must, to need

Everyday to start a day

Her blog, a must, to read

To make and fill my day


Her every words fill my heart

With fun, joy & happiness

Pains, if there are any

This, too, will I carry


The clock Tick & Tock

I will search for a key

To open a door

Where she can blog without fear


Will she be back?

I cannot tell

Wherever you are

My thought & prayer will be there


Take care and this I must tell

To you only and for you only

That I am glad I know you

Even for a short spell.

Amboi!


KL ranked 3rd as the rudest city in the world.
It wouldn’t surprise anyone who drives, parks, shops or uses public transport here, but Malaysia’s capital city has emerged the third-worst in the world for sheer rudeness.
Do you agree?

Shortest Day, yippee

I woke up late this morning!

Today is the shortest day of the year.

The Winter Solstice marks the point when the Southern Hemisphere is tilted furthest away from the sun.

The sun rose at 7am and set at 4.54pm.

The winter has not put much of a show this year The cold winter were relied upon to bring much needed rain, but this year they have largely failed to do so.

Guess it will be a dry summer.

Meanwhile, our friends in the Northern Hemisphere will enjoy its longest day. We will have to wait until 21st December to get ours.

Enjoy your longest day.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The Girl From Kampar

I flipped the wallet opened to pay for the 4 cups cappuccino we had earlier. My friend’s wife looked at the wallet and said, “It is time for a new wallet. Your wallet looked old and worn. Your Birthday is around the corner; let me buy you a new wallet as a gift to you.” I smiled weakly at her and in a low voice replied, “Thanks but I think I will stick with this one a little bit longer.”


Nineteen years ago, I stood at the airport arrival lounge waiting for her. The plane has landed and it was over an hour past and she was not out yet. I checked the flight details, it was correct. Where is she, I wondered? Did she change her mind? Is she lost? Is she hurt? The wait was killing me.

My mind wondered back 16 years ago, I was nineteen, then, when I first saw her. My eyes spied her when I was in the company of young people after a Church service. She was there smiling and chatting with her friends. The smile, that sweet smile caught my attention. It is a sweet and cheeky smile. I could not tear my eyes from her.

I plucked up my courage and approached her. “Hello”, I introduced myself, “My name is SH”. She shook my hand with a firm hand and shyly whispered, “I am Christine”. We caught on like wild fire. She had an infectious smile and laughter. Her eyes sparkled and she was soft spoken and gentle. She was beautiful.

The remaining few days we got to know each other better.

It was time to go, with sadness I said goodbye to her and promised to write. We wrote to each other almost everyday.

I remembered on my 2nd trip up, my friend WL and decided to drop in to her place before we went to WL place. We rang the door bell, she opened the door. Her jaw almost dropped when she saw us. She was in her apron, her hair unkempt and her hands were covered in flour. She shrieked and ran into the kitchen. We had a good laugh and her sardine rolls was the tastiest I have ever eaten. Yes, sir!

One day, she wrote she was leaving for overseas to further her studies. I went to the airport to send her off. I was sad, she was sad. She promised to write.

She did write regularly for a while and after some time it became less frequent. I took it easy, maybe because of her studies and exam. One day my letter was returned to me unopened. She moved and I did not hear from her until she finished her studies and returned home. We kept contact for a while and then she disappeared again.

I often wonder why? What was she afraid of? Why does she keep disappearing on & off? Is it because I am poor? Is it because I do not have a college or a university degree? Is she afraid of commitment? Is she afraid of the future? Is she afraid to take the journey of faith with me? I have waited and I have being patient. I could not wait, I moved on.

One afternoon checking the mail, after a year I migrated with my wife to Down Under, I saw a mail with familiar handwriting. Emotion came over me. She wrote to say hi and enquired how I was. I continued to correspond with her. A year later she wrote she is coming to visit Australia and if we could put her up. We wrote back, yes, she is welcome to stay with us.

Then, I saw her coming out of the immigration. She looked different. She had facial makeup and I almost could not recognize her. She was not happy. As we wheeled her luggage to the car, she blurted, she was stripped search and questioned by the immigration officers. They asked her, “What was the purpose of her trip and why she is here”. After some tough questions, she remembered my letter asking her to come and stay with us. She showed it to the officers and they let her through. She was fuming and annoyed. I asked her why? The officers have mistaken her as a call girl. I laughed out but stopped quickly as my wife stared at me.

During her stay, she was always deep in thought. She no longer laughed or smiles like she used to. I sense she was unhappy, she was searching for something. I wanted to ask her what was troubling her but I did not want her to think that I am prying. We did our best to make her stay as comfortable as possible.

After the first week with us, she gave me a wallet. “Happy Birthday to you”, she wishes me. She remembered my birthday after all these years. After 2 weeks with us, she returned home and I never heard from her again.

Every night before I sleep, I whispered to God to take care of her wherever she is and wherever she goes. Whatever she is looking for I hope she finds it. No matter what, she touched my life. She made an impact in my life. I, too, was changed.

God had a plan and a purpose why we met each other and loved each other. I may not know or understand it now but I hope to ask God when I see him one day.

I am sorry if I broke your heart. They say time will heal a broken heart but will it fix a broken heart?

I know because mine was broken, too.

She is the girl from Kampar. Now you know why this wallet is precious to me.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Kampar

I have often passed through Bidor & Kampar on the way up North and have never stopped over for a visit until I met Ng Wai Leong (WL) in the early ’70.

I met WL when we both attended Klang Gospel Hall church. He hailed out from Kampar and had just started working at Shah Alam. WL lived with his brother, Andrew and sister in law, Karen, in Berkeley Garden, Klang.

I was also living out with some friends in a rented house opposite where he lives. We became good friends such so he invited me to visit his home town, Kampar. I often wondered what Kampar have to offer other than Tin Mines. He said, “Come for a visit and see for yourself”.

One long weekend, I decided to join him. We bike down to Kampar, each on our own motorbike and as we approach Kampar Town, the good Lord decided to give a good wash before we entered the town. Shower of Blessings, I would say. WL home was near the market where there were a lot of houses, wooden houses; kind of remind me of my younger days.

WL mum was concerned that we were wet and made us jump into the shower before we caught a cold. It was a simple wooden house like I envisage – 3 bedrooms, a hall and a kitchen with bare necessities. The air was cleaner and fresher.

Here I met WL younger brother, Wai Peng, and younger sister Wai Onn and adopted sister, whose name I have forgotten.

After the rain, I went for a walk around Kampar before we had dinner. He showed his old school ACS, Kampar Gospel Hall and the market. WL’s father was a pastor in Kampar Gospel Hall Chinese Section. He had passed away a few years ago.

Andrew and Karen were back, too. Karen took us to his uncle’s shop for dinner. In front of the uncle’s shop was an old man selling “Ngah Poa Fun” (Rice cooked in clay pot with Chicken and Chinese sausage garnished with salted fish and ginger. This is the first time I seen such a dish. Klang & KL do not have such dish, then. The old man was Karen’s family friend and he saw my fascination and he invited me over and taught me how to cook this dish. I am glad he did because I cook it now & then over here in Down Under whenever I feel like eating it. Each time I cook the dish I remembered the old kind hearted man. He was ever ready to show me, a stranger, and his trade secret. Guess I must have an honest face. Hahahahahha.

Karen was surprised, too. She told me later the old man had been there for a long time at the uncle shop and his children were not interested in continuing his trade. Guess my curiosity and fascination won him over.

WL took me to the market the next morning for breakfast. We had beef noodle, Chee Cheong Fun, Yong Tow Foo etc. The foods were yummy. The market was crowded with people and makes you wondered how a cowboy town can have so many people. It was an experience I will never forget.

All the time, I passed Kampar Town through Gopeng Road, to think it is only a cowboy town. The treasure was hidden behind the town. Karen took us to visit his cousin on Gopeng Road. He makes Kampar “Kite Chai Peang” (chicken biscuit) and he introduced me to Kampar “Kite Chai Peang”. I always thought Bidor is the only place to have “Kite Chai Peang”. The biscuits in Kampar were different, there were crispy. A first taste I was sold. Yes, I still long for Kampar Chicken Biscuit. “Wink, wink”, Titoki.

One evening we went to church for the Young Person Meeting (YPM) and I met a few young people. One of them I met invited me to his father’s shop after church. He told me I must try Kampar Chap Sweet (Air Champor – shaved iced with red beans, sweet corn, seaweed jelly topped with sweet syrup and carnation milk), and told me it is the best in town. I guess I have to admit it is.

Long time ago, my Ipoh Aunty used to tell me Ipohgirls were renowned for their beauty. I hate to disagree. I think Kampar girls are renowned for their beauty and still is (wink wink, you know who you are). It was at the YPM I met a beautiful girl. Well, that is another story.

Kampar continues to holds fond memories and I will always cherish it in my heart. Thanks for the memories WL.

Ed. Notes:
I wanted to blog on something else until I saw someone ask Titoki if she is from Kampar. Hence this blog.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

The Long Weekend Trip - Day 3

The early morning was fine and we set out for the Otway Fly Tree Top Walk. Heading towards Apollo Bay, about 2km out of Skenes Creek, we turn right up North on Skenes Creek road. Just about 20minutes we turn left into Turtons Track. This is the unsealed track of 12km passing through the rain forest of Otway National Park. This is the shortest route to the Fly Tree Top Walk.

The slow was slow and easy because of the wet slippery track and also we were savoring the beauty of the rain forest. There was part of the forest which reminds us our drive up to Cameron Highland.

After the 12km of unsealed track, the track is then connected to the Beech Forest road. This remaining 13km is sealed road.

The view changed from forest into grassland with diary farm and beautiful green pasture and then back to forest at Fly Tree Top Walk.

The Otway Fly is a 600 metre long walk, 25 metre above the forest floor, made from 120 tonnes of steel. It was opened on Sept 8, 2003 and is privately owned located on 225 acres. The structure was prefabricated in Launceston and shipped over in 8 metre spans where it erected on site by the use of cranes. It took 10 months to complete the project. The structure can withstand winds up to 280km/h.

Entrance to the walk is about $14 per person. It was an easy walk and was also drizzling which give a magic touch to the walk. Along the way there are displays describing the forest and what to look for. We met a few people who were afraid of height and they want to get of the Fly Walk as quick as possible. I am afraid of height but I also enjoyed the walk and scenery.

We had lunch at Otway Fly Café. The hot foods were selling like hot cakes and there was a long queue for it. The café closes at 2.30pm.

After the walk we headed South West to The Twelve Apostles and Loch Ard gorge.

The mighty Twelve Apostles are world-recognised icons of the Great Ocean Road. These giant rock stacks soar from the swirling waters of the Southern Ocean and are a central feature of the spectacular Port Campbell National Park that extends from Princetown to Peterborough.
The dramatic and imposing limestone cliffs that are the backdrop to the Apostles tower up to 70 metres, while the tallest of the rock stacks is around 45 metres high.

The Apostles had their beginnings up to 20 million years ago with the forces of nature attacking the soft limestone of the Port Campbell cliffs. The limestone was created through the build up of skeletons of marine creatures on the sea floor. As the sea retreated, the limestone was exposed. The relentless, stormy Southern Ocean and blasting winds gradually eroded the softer limestone, forming caves in the cliffs. The caves eventually became arches and when they collapsed, rock islands up to 45 metres high were left isolated from the shore.
This has created the Twelve Apostles and a host of other stunning natural features along this truly remarkable stretch of coastline. Among them are Pudding Basin Rock, Island Arch, the Razorback, Muttonbird Island, Thunder Cave, the Blowhole, Bakers Oven, London Bridge and the Grotto.

Extensive boardwalks and viewing platforms ensure visitors experience sweeping, awe-inspiring vistas. While anytime of day provides great views, sunrise and sunset are particularly impressive for the blazing hues created.

Loch Ard Gorge visitors are treated to a beautiful vista of towering cliffs, sparkling blue-green sea and a small, sandy beach. It’s hard to imagine that the drama of one of Victoria’s most tragic shipwrecks was played out at this very spot more than 120 years ago, giving a name to the gorge.
Fifty-two people died after the sailing ship, the iron clipper Loch Ard, rammed into the sheer cliffs of Muttonbird Island in stormy weather on 1 June, 1878, just days from completing a three-month voyage from England to Melbourne. The island lies near the entrance to the long, narrow gorge. It was this gorge and its tiny beach that were the lifesavers for apprentice crewman Tom Pearce and young passenger Eva Carmichael, both 18 years old.
According to Tom’s account of the disaster, the ship had been sailing in thick, hazy weather. When noticed it was rapidly heading toward shore, Captain Gibb began evasive action and dropped the anchors. But the ship dragged the anchors and desperate attempts to raise the sails were abruptly cut short when the Loch Ard struck the cliffs. “The ship commenced to roll, and was fast sinking, the sea breaking aboard her on both sides,” Tom said in his account. “Captain Gibb ordered the lifeboat to be got ready to receive the ladies. They could not get the boat clear of tackling for some time, owing to it being stuck on the skids.”
Tom said he and five seamen managed to launch the port lifeboat and hold it against the ship to receive passengers. But a huge wave struck and washed them away. Tom was eventually washed into the gorge.
“During the whole of these proceedings, the captain stood on the port side of the ship giving orders. The ship went down within 10 minutes or quarter of an hour after striking the bluff,” Tom said.
Eva was lucky to survive. Washed into the boiling sea with only a life-belt, she managed to grab hold of a floating chicken coop.
“By this time, the Loch Ard had disappeared under the waves,” Eva said in her statement. “In a few minutes, after turning the point of the rock, I saw Tom Pearce standing on the beach. I shouted to him, where upon he walked into the water and swam towards me.
“Tom had a desperate struggle to bring me ashore; and from the time I shouted to him to the time we were safe on the beach about an hour must have elapsed.”
Tom took Eva to the cave in the cliff behind the beach. They found a case of brandy and drank a bottle.
“Cold and exhausted - for we must have been in the water for about five hours - we lay down on the ground. I soon fell into a state of insensibility, and must have been unconscious for hours,” Eva said.
Tom climbed the precipitous cliffs and met a party from nearby Glenample homestead. Eva also was soon rescued and taken back to the homestead to recuperate.
Visitors to Loch Ard today can descend the staircase to the beach and see where Tom and Eva struggled to survive. They can visit the cave where the teenagers collapsed, exhausted. Visitors also can walk along the headlands and overlook the very spot where the Loch Ard smashed into the sheer cliffs. Storyboards on the paths explain the Loch Ard story. A path also leads to the small cemetery where there is a monument to the Carmichael family and where the few bodies that were recovered are buried.
When the sun shines and the weather is calm, it is difficult to understand how this tragedy happened. But visit when storms and gale force winds are whipping the sea into a frenzy, and you’ll quickly realise it’s miracle anyone survived.


After Loch Ard we drove to Port Campbell, had coffee and headed straight back to Melbourne via the inland road.

The journey back took 3 hours.

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