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Issue 15 (24 Oct. 2007)

 

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By International Master Jimmy Liew

Those were the days

I do a little travelling in my work mainly in the Asia Pacific region. Two days ago, I was on a plane to Bangkok where I was to spend some eighteen days for a project implementation. On the plane, I had the window seat. Beside me sat a distinguished looking grey haired gentleman with receding hairline.

I turned to him to borrow his newspaper and as we looked at each other, our mouths dropped open as we mutually recognized each other. Here was a man I had not seen in probably fifteen years. His name is Christopher Lee. Somehow, meeting him again brought back memories of my early days in KL.

Penang in the 1970s was pretty much limited in terms of job as well as chess opportunities. I had travelled to KL to seek  a job and to get closer to the chess scene. I finally landed a low paying job in a factory along Jalan Semangat in Petaling Jaya in 1977.

In those days, a group of chess players would gather every Sunday morning at the La Salle school canteen. When I learned of the meeting place at the La Salle I couldn’t wait for Sunday to come. I had to take two bus from my lodgings at  Old Klang Road  to get to the school. Among the regulars were Joseph Toh, Tham Tick Hong, Gerald Menon and Peter Long and a host of other chess people including Chris.

At around 2 PM, the group would disperse and Joseph and I would take a bus down to Kuala Lumpur where another group of chess players gathered in the evenings. After a couple of hours of chess (usually blitz), both of us would make our way to the old Klang bus station. In a nearby back alley, Joseph introduced me to the best Hokkien fried mee stall. For a mere four ringgit, we could get a plate of Hokkien mee and another plate of Cantonese fried noodles, both of which were large enough to fill both our bellies.

Those were the days where I worked a five and half day week just to get to Sunday where I could be amongst chess friends. And that was all that I ever wanted in my life at that point in time.

Man, those were the days.  

   

Last updated 24 October 2007