www.Go To The Mountain - Musings of a Potential Guru

Preface It has really been awhile since I have last written and published an article on my blog with the last being in October last year. Before that I have been writing and publishing non-stop for 15 years since 2008.  I was not suffering from writer's block. They say running water never grows stale. So I have to move on to other things since the pandemic has ravaged and torn all asunder. No matter how passionate you are about anything, you will find that after an absence for sometime, the engine gets cold and you find it harder to start.  Just too darned busy and being too busy with one thing means one becomes lazy with the others. The law of compensation. A hiatus if you must.  Covid made it worse as there was no more travelling since borders were closed and eating locally and overseas were curtailed. So I could not write about these things. In fact, I laid out my travel luggage, sat down and spoke to them - "We are not gonna travel for a few years". They have since be...

It was a soccer-crazy school circa 1974 at Tyrwhitt Road. Boys would form 2 teams and play with a plastic ball before or after school at the basketball court and suddenly when you could hear a pin drop that was when the discipline master just stood there watching. When there was a friendly match at the school field, the old school doors left wide opened was ideal, only the teacher conducting lessons was a distraction. When ordered to shut the doors, half of our spirit just died. Fresh from a Malaysia Cup game over the weekend, some teachers would begin by talking about the game - how good Kim Song was, etc. Our school teams were always in the Schools Final be it C, B or A Division. We packed Farrer Park soccer pitches on many Saturdays for social or inter-class games. It was a dream come true when the National Team would sometimes train at our school pitch when Jalan Besar was occupied and I watched first hand how the legendary Uncle Choo Seng Quee trained his charges. That was in...