Date with Eusoff Chin – 22 Years Ago…


Somehow I managed to get 5 people to come along that day, in the Sultan Abdul Samad High Court complex in Kuala Lumpur. That was 22 years ago now.

I remember there were photos with my parents and grandparents and Tress. They must be in an album in the wooden trunk at home. Hopefully they’re not in the shed. Those photos were probably a tad dark, but I guess the Sultan Abdul Samad complex was probably dark generally – not a lot of light. Not especially since the presiding judge was Eusoff Chin, one of the more overtly corrupt judges Malaysia has known.

22 years later, my dad’s gone and so have my grandparents. My mum look well in a recent photo I saw in a facebook page. Tress has been wonderful and is my joy and comfort every day, far more than the event of 22 years ago has done for me.

I was called to the bar in Malaysia 22 years ago today. I have been a lawyer since, to earn a living. Except for a period of working for a Christian mission not for profit of course. I don’t know what my role as a lawyer through the years have done in terms of helping along for God’s will to be done on earth as in heaven.

The journey continues. I still wonder if I ought to be doing something else.

New Model Needed (Brilliant Skit)


If the ABC was Relevant (Part 44) (a John Clarke, Bryan Dawes skit).

(The  Customer)

[Scene: A car yard. BRYAN is perusing the stock.  He is approached by  JOHN]

John:  Morning! Looking for a new car?

Bryan:  Nope. Prime Minister, actually.

John:  You’re the third one this morning. Anything in  mind?

Bryan: You  know…….. nothing fancy, reliable, economical family model.  Something to get the country from A to B.

John: You  mean like a Howard?

Bryan:  Yeah….a little Johnny. Nothing flash, does the job. Low  maintenance, economical, sensible. Runs for years, no  troubles.

John:  So…. you used to have one?

Bryan:  Yeah. About 10 years. Great little model – don’t know why I got rid  of him – biggest mistake I’ve ever  made ….

John: What  happened?

Bryan:  Traded him in for a Kevin 07.

John: Big  mistake…

Bryan: Lot  of people bought it. Good political mileage.

John: How  was the Kevin 07?

Bryan:  Came with a $900 factory rebate – that was  good.

John:  Anything else?

Bryan: Not  much. Sounded nice but nothing under the bonnet. It was a  lemon.

John:  Didn’t stick around for long did it?

Bryan: Nah  – had a factory recall. Shipped overseas and was never seen  again.

John: What  was the problem?

Bryan:  Lots. But the final straw was the navigation system. Plug it in and it automatically loses its own way.

John:  Whatcha got now?

Bryan:  It’s a Gillard-Brown.

John: The  hybrid?

Bryan:  Yeah. The Eco-drive system – not a good idea. An engine that can’t deliver hooked up to a transmission stuck in permanent  reverse…

John:  Green paintwork with a red interior. And steering that always  lurches to the left for no apparent reason – that’s the  one?

Bryan: The Fustercluck model.

John: The only one they made, Bryan.  Not the vehicle of choice for the road to  recovery – but did they finish up fixing the navigation system?

Bryan:  Made it worse.  Turn it on and it does a press release, heads off in  all directions and goes nowhere.

John: So that’s why you’re here?

Bryan:  That’s right. I’m stuck with a government that’s wasteful,  expensive, ineffective and past its use by date.  I don’t suppose  you’ve heard of the “Cash for Clunkers” scheme?

John: Join  the queue brother.

A Niggly Weekend


After submitting an essay on Thursday night, I felt like a sudden depletion of energy ebbing away inside me. The next day I worked on a couple of relatively light files, then went home looking forward to a night with Tress, Kiddo and some friends in a little Singapore café in Boronia. Bert’s café on 146A Boronia Road serves Singaporean street food and the owner chef used to work at the Meridien in Singapore. About half a dozen families were there and we took up the entire café. The food was very good and the service was very friendly and quick, with normal reasonably low prices ranging from $5 appetizers to $9 main noodle dishes. I’d go back in a hurry if it wasn’t so far away from our home.

Sat after our usual coffee and brekky at our local (The Coffee Club at the Forest Hill Chase) we did some  quick grocery shopping before returning to do some overdue house cleaning. Tress cleaned up the garden and front yard, I vacuumed the house and cleared parts of the gutter as well as bit and pieces of other chores. Kiddo had a bit of a mishap on Mahoney Street… kua kua kua…

We decided to stay home that night and I cooked – we haven’t stayed in for home cooked food on a Sat night for a while now. The wonbuk tofu soup was very good for a cool night.

After the disastrous semi final game, I slept in and missed the fun in church early that morning when a team was putting the furniture back in after a carpet steam clean. A few of us – pastor and family, Jason and family – had lunch in Shangri La after church and we had a good time just catching up on a number of things. That afternoon was a bit lazy for me and I basically just vegged out doing next to nothing other than take the little Black Jedi out to the park for a walk – it was a gorgeous sunny afternoon so it felt perfect, except not the pressure builds up again for my next piece of work. Something on sola scriptura and prophesy… help me Lord.