Yasushi wishes you a fantastic New Year full of joy, prosperity and harmony to you and your family.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Happy New Year
Yasushi wishes you a fantastic New Year full of joy, prosperity and harmony to you and your family.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Asparagus - Who would have thought?
ASPARAGUS
A lady had been taking the full-stalk canned style asparagus
that she pureed and she took 4 tablespoons in the morning
and 4 tablespoons later in the day.
She did this for over a month.
She is on chemo pills for Stage 3 lung cancer in the
pleural area and her cancer cell count went from
386 down to 125 as of this past week.
Her oncologist said she does not
need to see him for 3 months.
THE ARTICLE:
Several years ago,
I had a man seeking asparagus
for a friend who had cancer.
He gave me a photocopied copy
of an article, entitled,
..Asparagus for cancer' printed in Cancer News Journal, December 1979..
I will share it here,
just as it was shared with me:
'I am a biochemist,and have specialized in the rspecialisednbsp;
diet to health for over 50 years..
Several years ago, I learned of the
discovery of Richard R. Vensal, D.D.S.
that asparagus might cure cancer..
Since then, I have worked with him on his project.
We have accumulated a
number of favorable case historiesfavourable are a few examples:
Case No. 1
A man with an almost hopeless case of Hodgkin's disease
(cancer of the lymph glands) who was completely incapacitated.
Within 1 year of starting the asparagus therapy, his doctors were unable to detect any signs of cancer, and he was back on a schedule of strenuous exercise.
Case No. 2,
a successful businessman
68 years old who suffered from
cancer of the bladder for 16 years.
After years of medical treatments, including radiation without
improvement, he went on asparagus.
Within 3 months,
examinations revealed that his bladder tumor had disappeared andtumourt>
that his kidneys were normal.
Case No. 3, a man who had lung cancer.
On March 5th 1971, he was put on
the operating table where they found lung cancer so widely spread that it was inoperable.
The surgeon sewed him up and declared
his case hopeless.
On April 5th he heard about the asparagus therapy and immediately started taking it.
By August, x-ray pictures revealed that all signs of the cancer had disappeared..
He is back at his regular business routine.
Case No. 4
a woman who was troubled for a number of years with skin cancer.
She finally developed different skin cancers which were diagnosed
by the acting specialist as advanced.
Within 3 months after starting on
asparagus, her skin specialist said
that her skin looked fine and no more skin lesions.
This woman reported that the asparagus therapy also cured her
kidney disease, which started in 1949.
She had over 10 operations for kidney stones, and was receiving government disability payments for an inoperable, terminal, kidney condition.
She attributes the cure of this kidney trouble entirely to the asparagus.
I was not surprised at this result,
as ..The elements of material medica',
edited in 1854 by a Professor at the Univermedicalbsp;of Pennsylvania , stated that
asparagus was used as a popular remedy for kidney stones.
He even referred to experiments, in 1739,
on the power of asparagus in dissolving stones.
Note the dates!
We would have other case histories
but the medical establishment has
interfered with our obtaining some of the records.
I am therefore appealing to readers to spread this good news and
help us to gather a large number of case histories that will overwhelm
the medical skeptics about this unbelievably simple and natural remedy
For the treatment, asparagus should be cooked before using, and therefore
canned asparagus is just as good as fresh.
I have corresponded with the two leading canners of asparagus, Giant and
Stokely, and I am satisfied that
these brands contain no pesticides or
preservatives.
Place the cooked asparagus in a blender
and liquefy to make a puree, and
store in the refrigerator.
Give the patient 4 full tablespoons
twice daily, morning and evening.
Patients usually show some improvement
in from 2-4 weeks.
It can be diluted with water and used
as a cold or hot drink.
This suggested dosage is based on
present experience, but certainly larger amounts can do no harm and may
be needed in some cases...
As a biochemist I am convinced of the old saying that ..
what cures can prevent'.
Based on this theory, my wife and I have been using asparagus puree as
a beverage with our meals.
We take 2 tablespoons diluted in
water to suit our taste with breakfast
and with dinner.
I take mine hot and my wife prefers hers cold.
For years we have made it a practice
to have blood surveys taken as part
of our regular checkups.
The last blood survey, taken by a medical doctor who specializes in the
nutritional approach to health, showed substantial improvements in all&nspecialisesegories over the last one, and we can attribute these improvements
to nothing but the asparagus drink...
As a biochemist, I have made an extensive study of all aspects of cancer,
and all of the proposed cures.
As a result, I am convinced that
asparagus fits in better with the
latest theories about cancer.
Asparagus contains a good supply of protein called histones, which are
believed to be active in controlling cell growth.
For that reason,
I believe asparagus can be said to
contain a substance that I call cell growth normalizer.
That accounts for its action on cancer
and in acting as a general body tonic.
In any event, regardless of theory, asparagus used as we suggest, is a
harmless substance.
A lady had been taking the full-stalk canned style asparagus
that she pureed and she took 4 tablespoons in the morning
and 4 tablespoons later in the day.
She did this for over a month.
She is on chemo pills for Stage 3 lung cancer in the
pleural area and her cancer cell count went from
386 down to 125 as of this past week.
Her oncologist said she does not
need to see him for 3 months.
THE ARTICLE:
Several years ago,
I had a man seeking asparagus
for a friend who had cancer.
He gave me a photocopied copy
of an article, entitled,
..Asparagus for cancer' printed in Cancer News Journal, December 1979..
I will share it here,
just as it was shared with me:
'I am a biochemist,and have specialized in the rspecialisednbsp;
diet to health for over 50 years..
Several years ago, I learned of the
discovery of Richard R. Vensal, D.D.S.
that asparagus might cure cancer..
Since then, I have worked with him on his project.
We have accumulated a
number of favorable case historiesfavourable are a few examples:
Case No. 1
A man with an almost hopeless case of Hodgkin's disease
(cancer of the lymph glands) who was completely incapacitated.
Within 1 year of starting the asparagus therapy, his doctors were unable to detect any signs of cancer, and he was back on a schedule of strenuous exercise.
Case No. 2,
a successful businessman
68 years old who suffered from
cancer of the bladder for 16 years.
After years of medical treatments, including radiation without
improvement, he went on asparagus.
Within 3 months,
examinations revealed that his bladder tumor had disappeared andtumourt>
that his kidneys were normal.
Case No. 3, a man who had lung cancer.
On March 5th 1971, he was put on
the operating table where they found lung cancer so widely spread that it was inoperable.
The surgeon sewed him up and declared
his case hopeless.
On April 5th he heard about the asparagus therapy and immediately started taking it.
By August, x-ray pictures revealed that all signs of the cancer had disappeared..
He is back at his regular business routine.
Case No. 4
a woman who was troubled for a number of years with skin cancer.
She finally developed different skin cancers which were diagnosed
by the acting specialist as advanced.
Within 3 months after starting on
asparagus, her skin specialist said
that her skin looked fine and no more skin lesions.
This woman reported that the asparagus therapy also cured her
kidney disease, which started in 1949.
She had over 10 operations for kidney stones, and was receiving government disability payments for an inoperable, terminal, kidney condition.
She attributes the cure of this kidney trouble entirely to the asparagus.
I was not surprised at this result,
as ..The elements of material medica',
edited in 1854 by a Professor at the Univermedicalbsp;of Pennsylvania , stated that
asparagus was used as a popular remedy for kidney stones.
He even referred to experiments, in 1739,
on the power of asparagus in dissolving stones.
Note the dates!
We would have other case histories
but the medical establishment has
interfered with our obtaining some of the records.
I am therefore appealing to readers to spread this good news and
help us to gather a large number of case histories that will overwhelm
the medical skeptics about this unbelievably simple and natural remedy
For the treatment, asparagus should be cooked before using, and therefore
canned asparagus is just as good as fresh.
I have corresponded with the two leading canners of asparagus, Giant and
Stokely, and I am satisfied that
these brands contain no pesticides or
preservatives.
Place the cooked asparagus in a blender
and liquefy to make a puree, and
store in the refrigerator.
Give the patient 4 full tablespoons
twice daily, morning and evening.
Patients usually show some improvement
in from 2-4 weeks.
It can be diluted with water and used
as a cold or hot drink.
This suggested dosage is based on
present experience, but certainly larger amounts can do no harm and may
be needed in some cases...
As a biochemist I am convinced of the old saying that ..
what cures can prevent'.
Based on this theory, my wife and I have been using asparagus puree as
a beverage with our meals.
We take 2 tablespoons diluted in
water to suit our taste with breakfast
and with dinner.
I take mine hot and my wife prefers hers cold.
For years we have made it a practice
to have blood surveys taken as part
of our regular checkups.
The last blood survey, taken by a medical doctor who specializes in the
nutritional approach to health, showed substantial improvements in all&nspecialisesegories over the last one, and we can attribute these improvements
to nothing but the asparagus drink...
As a biochemist, I have made an extensive study of all aspects of cancer,
and all of the proposed cures.
As a result, I am convinced that
asparagus fits in better with the
latest theories about cancer.
Asparagus contains a good supply of protein called histones, which are
believed to be active in controlling cell growth.
For that reason,
I believe asparagus can be said to
contain a substance that I call cell growth normalizer.
That accounts for its action on cancer
and in acting as a general body tonic.
In any event, regardless of theory, asparagus used as we suggest, is a
harmless substance.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
City made of Toothpicks
Believe it or not
It took Stan Munro, 38 years old, 6 years to build this toothpick city.
He used 6 million toothpicks and 170 litres of glue. He has spent until 6 months to create a building and each of his creations is built to 1L164 scale. He works at the Museum of Science and Technology in Syracuse, New Year USA.
Look after the jump the amazing works of one of the most patient men in the world
Behold!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
From Crude Oil Trader to Host
Still remember my previous entry subjected to From CEO To Pizza Man?
Here is another story to share with everyone for a thoughful.
Carlos Araya used to order lobster, filet mignon and $200 bottles of red wine at the Palm Restaurant in midtown Manhattan.
Now, he seats customers at its Tribeca branch.
Mr. Araya, 38 years old, lost his job in 2007 as a crude oil trader on the New York Mercantile Exchange. After visiting dozens of headhunters with no luck, he applied in August 2008 to be a host at the Palm to support his wife, two young daughters and mortgage payments. His salary has plunged from $200,000 to $25,000.
If the financial crisis was the flood, then the Arayas are one of the families standing in the stagnant waters left behind. Some former Wall Street employees, highly trained and accustomed to comfortable salaries, are having trouble translating their specialized skills to other fields that pay well, and instead find themselves forced to accept low-wage work. Now, Mr. Araya is on the brink of losing it all and is doubtful that he will ever return to Wall Street.
And he isn't alone. Nearly 25,000 jobs have been lost in New York City's financial sector since August 2007, according to the New York State Department of Labor. The finance industry in New York is expected to lose 56,800 jobs from the end of 2007 to the beginning of 2012, according to projections from the Independent Budget Office, a publicly funded information agency.
John Carbonaro was let go as a floor clerk by Bank of America in January 2009, and despite his job-hunting efforts, remains a "Mr. Mom." Joe Morrone, a laid-off trading clerk from Prudential, has been unemployed for two years and struggles to support his daughters and grandson. He has had stints as a deli worker, a doorman and a bouncer. "I used to have three cars," Mr. Morrone says. "Now I share one."
The result is an unlikely stream of erstwhile Wall Street pros need help.
"I've got 'em all -- Lehman, AIG, Citi," says Bob Townley, head of Manhattan Youth in Tribeca, an organization that gave the Arayas financial assistance to pay for childcare while they are working. "I can hear it in a parent's voice when there's trouble. Others are too proud to ask for help."
Many of these parents once made donations to Mr. Townley's program. Now they are asking for aid to pay for their kids. Mr. Araya's daughters, ages 6 and 7, are in an after-school program at Mr. Townley's center.
Nowadays, during Mr. Araya's late nights at the Palm, reminders of his old life crop up when former colleagues come in. Some are encouraging and offer hugs. Others sneer, he says. "The way they look at you, you know they're thinking negatively," he says. Some are laid-off like him, and ask if the restaurant is hiring.
As a host, Mr. Araya wears a suit and tie. He's on his feet most of the day, either escorting guests to tables or manning the podium at the front, answering phone calls, managing reservations on the computer and fielding orders from wait staff and managers.
Although he's thankful for the work at the Palm, paydays can be bittersweet. "At the end of the week, I get my paycheck," he says, "and I think, 'I used to make this much in a day.' "
Mr. Araya's wife, Dennise, has gone back to work as an administrative assistant for a construction company and leaves home at 6 a.m. Mr. Araya often works until one or two in the morning and on weekends, leaving little time for the family to be together. He calls his daughters every night during his break at the restaurant on his cellphone to say good night.
Mr. Araya now is the one who gets his children ready for school. He's learned to tie pony tails, inadvertently shrunk sweaters in the wash and knows which grocery store has the best price on milk.
The Arayas stopped dining out, pulled their daughters out of ballet and tumbling classes, and dropped cable television -- even though the flat screen he bought when they first moved in still sits in the living room.
Last month, for the first time, the Arayas didn't make a mortgage payment. Their savings are almost depleted. The mortgage, taxes and fees for the family's condo cost $6,200. Combined, he and Denise bring in $4,000 a month. Three months ago, he and his wife applied to restructure their mortgage. The bank told them it is still processing the request. They fear foreclosure and bankruptcy.
Recently, their oldest daughter asked Mr. Araya if the family would have to move. He told her he didn't know. She countered: "How much money do we need?"
"The way she looked at me," Mr. Araya says, "I could tell she was counting the money in her piggy bank." He went into the bathroom and cried. After a few minutes, he dried his eyes and walked back into the living room.
Mr. Araya, the son of a cab driver, grew up in a working-class neighborhood in nearby Queens. Like thousands of New Yorkers, he used a Wall Street job to vault into a comfortable lifestyle that included his apartment -- bought for $960,000 four years ago -- in Manhattan's Battery Park City neighborhood and family vacations to Cabo San Lucas, Disneyland and Las Vegas.
The Arayas purchased the condo in 2005 with a 20% down payment and a pre-construction price. The proximity of the two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment to the trading pit allowed Mr. Araya to spend more time with his family and less time commuting. Ms. Araya diligently managed the family budget with Excel charts to ensure that they had no credit card debt, good credit histories even an emergency fund saved over five years that is now depleted. Mr. Araya says he would be lucky to find a buyer and break even on the apartment now.
Mr. Araya dropped out of college in 1992 to work in the pits, where he quickly advanced from runner to trader. He shifted between large firms like J.P. Morgan Chase & Co. and smaller shops like Aren Brokerage Service, the firm that eventually laid him off.
A wrestler in high school, Mr. Araya was known for elbowing his way through the loud commodities pits. Nights were late; mornings began at 4:30 am, fueled by coffee.
"You'd clock in and just try to kill each other till the bell rang," Mr. Araya says.
He had a knack for the Merc job. He could gauge from the roar of traders' voices how the market was faring. He gained loyal clients, and was confident enough to engage in profane shouting matches with them on the phone. Mr. Araya still has dreams about the hand signals traders use to indicate orders. His trading jacket hangs in his closet.
Every day lately, he spends two hours online, trolling job Web sites like Monster.com and e-mailing former colleagues. The leads have dried up, since some of them are laid off themselves. He's contacted headhunters, been on a dozen interviews in the last year and a half, but nothing has come of them.
"It was a hard reality at first," he says. "I used to see unemployed people and think they were lazy, that it was all on them. Now it's happened to me."
Here is another story to share with everyone for a thoughful.
Carlos Araya used to order lobster, filet mignon and $200 bottles of red wine at the Palm Restaurant in midtown Manhattan.
Now, he seats customers at its Tribeca branch.
Mr. Araya, 38 years old, lost his job in 2007 as a crude oil trader on the New York Mercantile Exchange. After visiting dozens of headhunters with no luck, he applied in August 2008 to be a host at the Palm to support his wife, two young daughters and mortgage payments. His salary has plunged from $200,000 to $25,000.
If the financial crisis was the flood, then the Arayas are one of the families standing in the stagnant waters left behind. Some former Wall Street employees, highly trained and accustomed to comfortable salaries, are having trouble translating their specialized skills to other fields that pay well, and instead find themselves forced to accept low-wage work. Now, Mr. Araya is on the brink of losing it all and is doubtful that he will ever return to Wall Street.
And he isn't alone. Nearly 25,000 jobs have been lost in New York City's financial sector since August 2007, according to the New York State Department of Labor. The finance industry in New York is expected to lose 56,800 jobs from the end of 2007 to the beginning of 2012, according to projections from the Independent Budget Office, a publicly funded information agency.
John Carbonaro was let go as a floor clerk by Bank of America in January 2009, and despite his job-hunting efforts, remains a "Mr. Mom." Joe Morrone, a laid-off trading clerk from Prudential, has been unemployed for two years and struggles to support his daughters and grandson. He has had stints as a deli worker, a doorman and a bouncer. "I used to have three cars," Mr. Morrone says. "Now I share one."
The result is an unlikely stream of erstwhile Wall Street pros need help.
"I've got 'em all -- Lehman, AIG, Citi," says Bob Townley, head of Manhattan Youth in Tribeca, an organization that gave the Arayas financial assistance to pay for childcare while they are working. "I can hear it in a parent's voice when there's trouble. Others are too proud to ask for help."
Many of these parents once made donations to Mr. Townley's program. Now they are asking for aid to pay for their kids. Mr. Araya's daughters, ages 6 and 7, are in an after-school program at Mr. Townley's center.
Nowadays, during Mr. Araya's late nights at the Palm, reminders of his old life crop up when former colleagues come in. Some are encouraging and offer hugs. Others sneer, he says. "The way they look at you, you know they're thinking negatively," he says. Some are laid-off like him, and ask if the restaurant is hiring.
As a host, Mr. Araya wears a suit and tie. He's on his feet most of the day, either escorting guests to tables or manning the podium at the front, answering phone calls, managing reservations on the computer and fielding orders from wait staff and managers.
Although he's thankful for the work at the Palm, paydays can be bittersweet. "At the end of the week, I get my paycheck," he says, "and I think, 'I used to make this much in a day.' "
Mr. Araya's wife, Dennise, has gone back to work as an administrative assistant for a construction company and leaves home at 6 a.m. Mr. Araya often works until one or two in the morning and on weekends, leaving little time for the family to be together. He calls his daughters every night during his break at the restaurant on his cellphone to say good night.
Mr. Araya now is the one who gets his children ready for school. He's learned to tie pony tails, inadvertently shrunk sweaters in the wash and knows which grocery store has the best price on milk.
The Arayas stopped dining out, pulled their daughters out of ballet and tumbling classes, and dropped cable television -- even though the flat screen he bought when they first moved in still sits in the living room.
Last month, for the first time, the Arayas didn't make a mortgage payment. Their savings are almost depleted. The mortgage, taxes and fees for the family's condo cost $6,200. Combined, he and Denise bring in $4,000 a month. Three months ago, he and his wife applied to restructure their mortgage. The bank told them it is still processing the request. They fear foreclosure and bankruptcy.
Recently, their oldest daughter asked Mr. Araya if the family would have to move. He told her he didn't know. She countered: "How much money do we need?"
"The way she looked at me," Mr. Araya says, "I could tell she was counting the money in her piggy bank." He went into the bathroom and cried. After a few minutes, he dried his eyes and walked back into the living room.
Mr. Araya, the son of a cab driver, grew up in a working-class neighborhood in nearby Queens. Like thousands of New Yorkers, he used a Wall Street job to vault into a comfortable lifestyle that included his apartment -- bought for $960,000 four years ago -- in Manhattan's Battery Park City neighborhood and family vacations to Cabo San Lucas, Disneyland and Las Vegas.
The Arayas purchased the condo in 2005 with a 20% down payment and a pre-construction price. The proximity of the two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment to the trading pit allowed Mr. Araya to spend more time with his family and less time commuting. Ms. Araya diligently managed the family budget with Excel charts to ensure that they had no credit card debt, good credit histories even an emergency fund saved over five years that is now depleted. Mr. Araya says he would be lucky to find a buyer and break even on the apartment now.
Mr. Araya dropped out of college in 1992 to work in the pits, where he quickly advanced from runner to trader. He shifted between large firms like J.P. Morgan Chase & Co. and smaller shops like Aren Brokerage Service, the firm that eventually laid him off.
A wrestler in high school, Mr. Araya was known for elbowing his way through the loud commodities pits. Nights were late; mornings began at 4:30 am, fueled by coffee.
"You'd clock in and just try to kill each other till the bell rang," Mr. Araya says.
He had a knack for the Merc job. He could gauge from the roar of traders' voices how the market was faring. He gained loyal clients, and was confident enough to engage in profane shouting matches with them on the phone. Mr. Araya still has dreams about the hand signals traders use to indicate orders. His trading jacket hangs in his closet.
Every day lately, he spends two hours online, trolling job Web sites like Monster.com and e-mailing former colleagues. The leads have dried up, since some of them are laid off themselves. He's contacted headhunters, been on a dozen interviews in the last year and a half, but nothing has come of them.
"It was a hard reality at first," he says. "I used to see unemployed people and think they were lazy, that it was all on them. Now it's happened to me."
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Culture experience overseas
Upon reading Kenny Sia’s entry dated 25th April 2009 pertaining to easy-approachable and friendly typical of Dublin people during his visit, I concur with his statement. I have had encountered such experience when I was alone overseas for work.
In year 2006, I was transferred by my former manufacturing company to be base in Molong to handle a full of set accounts of their branch. Hence it was first time that I got to work overseas, considering I have never been to New South Wales before except Melbourne, but challenged myself for a better change and exploration.
Many of you may not know where the hell is Molong. Well, in fact, Molong is just a small town in the Central West region of New South Wales, Australia. It is located on the Mitchell Highway about 300 km west of Sydney (about 4 hours drive away by car!!) and about 30 km from the city of Orange.
Behold. For your imagination, this is how a small of Molong town look like (the images of Molong I extracted from the net).
Stop crapping about this small town. Speaking of easy-approachable and friendly western, let me recall my memory to share my experience with you all. Generally, my impression of Molong is a dull place along with the local as it is too smaller than Kuching. I couldn’t decided to wander around the area by myself during freetime, seeing that some Chinese Malaysian director still staying around for a particular period, be it 3 months trip. Mind you, I had been staying with the Management directors under the same roof during their stay! Nuff said.
When the Chinese directors were away for Malaysia or hometown in New Zealand for a short while before they come back, here went me being carefree wandering around the area by walking alone at evening time to take unwind. Anyway, one day, after having had a meal, I then wandered around and stepped in a pub that is 20 mins walk away from my place I stayed, I grabbed the vacant seat next to the notice board at the back, of course to stay away myself from meeting a group of bad chaps for my safety purpose, who knows. There were quite some local people inside. I ordered Old Toohey beer at the counter. It was going at about AUD$3 per regular glass considered standard price from my definition. grabbed local newspaper available to read to kill time.
When time passed later, I noticed there seems getting crowd. Out of curiosity, I couldn’t help myself feeling wondering what is up. Then, I noticed a group of local girls appeared and sat down next to my seat at the back and they ordered meal for dinner. Of course, the pub serves for not only beverages but foods too. I tried to mind my own business to behave myself pondering around my mind while ignoring the crowd people having a good talk and laugh.
About half an hour later, one girl of the same group that I mentioned just now, started talking to me. I shocked, shrugged and awkward. I wrote a small paper went like “Sorry, I am hearing impaired” and showed her the paper. To my shock, she informed her group about my existence and she didn’t mind and had a small talk to me that went like, to my best of memory, “Are you alone? Where you come from? blah blah blah blah……After the small talk, she was back to her group to continue the talk whereas I mind my own business back, seeing that I haven’t finished the Old Toohey beer yet. I was just wanted to stay back for a tad more, seeing that the night still young.
About many minutes later, she again went back to me and wrote something that went like “Would you like to join us to the pub nearby for a second round?” At first, I blurred and shocked the culture. To my knowledge, I didn’t even know there is existence of another pub in the small town. But not to let her down without choice, I nodded out of her courtesy, considering that night was young. She introduced me the group of girls. To my shock, according to her, some of girls married with kids already. I had a wrong impression that I thought they are 20an huh??? Anyway, I learned out their husbands went away for traveling, so they went clubbing once in a blue moon. So that figures!
After the group finished their drink later, then I knocked off and followed the group proceeded to walk until cross by the train railway road. After about 15 mins later, here went we reached the pub. It looks like a ball field kind of sport next to the pub. When stepped in the pub, I noticed there seems it was too full with the crowd consist of many of them wearing uniform coat which look like Rugby team. The noise music also played around the sky from the music kiosks machine. After dragged out the info from the group, I learned out the Rugby team were celebrating victory over the tournament. No wonder the group of girls joined them for sharing the celebration and fun time.
I sat the same table with the group and I had to order Old Toohey beer again for myself (my pocket money got a hole sooner good grief!)…Somehow, when proceeding to the payment counter for ordering the beer, I dragged out some AUD$2 coins from my pocket pant, I noticed one guy of Rugby player standing on the counter next to me, saw me as if I am a poor chap huh??? He spoke something that I couldn’t understand but the way he mime is he offered to foot the bill for a beer I ordered. I shocked and speechless yet awkward. How many total stranger would treat you for a beer at first sight???? Before I got to reject his offer gently by shaking head, he quickly passed the AUD$10 money (to serve my correct memory) to boss on the counter and spoke to the boss he was pointing at me when the boss served him the beer he ordered. Without choice and didn't know what to do, I just shrugged and thanked him. He smiled at me while thumbed up a good sign. That was nice of the chap. As I am not good at conversation, I went back to the table to sit with the group and just sitting there like a dummy. The group even offered to share snacks with me for a bite. I comfortably just silent and wandering around the environment and the locals while listening to the music played around the sky albeit the music was kind of country songs.
Later, one lady appeared from the crowd and started talking to me. I learned out she is wife of the president of the team’s rugby club. She was friendly and didn’t mind writing paper to communicate me. She even mentioned about her family that her daughter has been to Malaysia before. Before she ended the nice talk, she even presented me an uniform tie and a small pin of the rugby club for souvenir. That was sweet of this lady.
When it was getting quite late, I had to excuse myself and bid goodbye to the group and thanked them for the invitation. It was indeed a unique culture experience that I have ever had albeit I am basically anti-social and homely type person. Albeit some particular town are a dull place be it is small and isolated area, the unique culture lies in people. That’s how I have found the particular people have a great personality, friendly and easy-going especially Beth who even comes from a small village, my current colleague from UK.
In year 2006, I was transferred by my former manufacturing company to be base in Molong to handle a full of set accounts of their branch. Hence it was first time that I got to work overseas, considering I have never been to New South Wales before except Melbourne, but challenged myself for a better change and exploration.
Many of you may not know where the hell is Molong. Well, in fact, Molong is just a small town in the Central West region of New South Wales, Australia. It is located on the Mitchell Highway about 300 km west of Sydney (about 4 hours drive away by car!!) and about 30 km from the city of Orange.
Behold. For your imagination, this is how a small of Molong town look like (the images of Molong I extracted from the net).
Stop crapping about this small town. Speaking of easy-approachable and friendly western, let me recall my memory to share my experience with you all. Generally, my impression of Molong is a dull place along with the local as it is too smaller than Kuching. I couldn’t decided to wander around the area by myself during freetime, seeing that some Chinese Malaysian director still staying around for a particular period, be it 3 months trip. Mind you, I had been staying with the Management directors under the same roof during their stay! Nuff said.
When the Chinese directors were away for Malaysia or hometown in New Zealand for a short while before they come back, here went me being carefree wandering around the area by walking alone at evening time to take unwind. Anyway, one day, after having had a meal, I then wandered around and stepped in a pub that is 20 mins walk away from my place I stayed, I grabbed the vacant seat next to the notice board at the back, of course to stay away myself from meeting a group of bad chaps for my safety purpose, who knows. There were quite some local people inside. I ordered Old Toohey beer at the counter. It was going at about AUD$3 per regular glass considered standard price from my definition. grabbed local newspaper available to read to kill time.
When time passed later, I noticed there seems getting crowd. Out of curiosity, I couldn’t help myself feeling wondering what is up. Then, I noticed a group of local girls appeared and sat down next to my seat at the back and they ordered meal for dinner. Of course, the pub serves for not only beverages but foods too. I tried to mind my own business to behave myself pondering around my mind while ignoring the crowd people having a good talk and laugh.
About half an hour later, one girl of the same group that I mentioned just now, started talking to me. I shocked, shrugged and awkward. I wrote a small paper went like “Sorry, I am hearing impaired” and showed her the paper. To my shock, she informed her group about my existence and she didn’t mind and had a small talk to me that went like, to my best of memory, “Are you alone? Where you come from? blah blah blah blah……After the small talk, she was back to her group to continue the talk whereas I mind my own business back, seeing that I haven’t finished the Old Toohey beer yet. I was just wanted to stay back for a tad more, seeing that the night still young.
About many minutes later, she again went back to me and wrote something that went like “Would you like to join us to the pub nearby for a second round?” At first, I blurred and shocked the culture. To my knowledge, I didn’t even know there is existence of another pub in the small town. But not to let her down without choice, I nodded out of her courtesy, considering that night was young. She introduced me the group of girls. To my shock, according to her, some of girls married with kids already. I had a wrong impression that I thought they are 20an huh??? Anyway, I learned out their husbands went away for traveling, so they went clubbing once in a blue moon. So that figures!
After the group finished their drink later, then I knocked off and followed the group proceeded to walk until cross by the train railway road. After about 15 mins later, here went we reached the pub. It looks like a ball field kind of sport next to the pub. When stepped in the pub, I noticed there seems it was too full with the crowd consist of many of them wearing uniform coat which look like Rugby team. The noise music also played around the sky from the music kiosks machine. After dragged out the info from the group, I learned out the Rugby team were celebrating victory over the tournament. No wonder the group of girls joined them for sharing the celebration and fun time.
I sat the same table with the group and I had to order Old Toohey beer again for myself (my pocket money got a hole sooner good grief!)…Somehow, when proceeding to the payment counter for ordering the beer, I dragged out some AUD$2 coins from my pocket pant, I noticed one guy of Rugby player standing on the counter next to me, saw me as if I am a poor chap huh??? He spoke something that I couldn’t understand but the way he mime is he offered to foot the bill for a beer I ordered. I shocked and speechless yet awkward. How many total stranger would treat you for a beer at first sight???? Before I got to reject his offer gently by shaking head, he quickly passed the AUD$10 money (to serve my correct memory) to boss on the counter and spoke to the boss he was pointing at me when the boss served him the beer he ordered. Without choice and didn't know what to do, I just shrugged and thanked him. He smiled at me while thumbed up a good sign. That was nice of the chap. As I am not good at conversation, I went back to the table to sit with the group and just sitting there like a dummy. The group even offered to share snacks with me for a bite. I comfortably just silent and wandering around the environment and the locals while listening to the music played around the sky albeit the music was kind of country songs.
Later, one lady appeared from the crowd and started talking to me. I learned out she is wife of the president of the team’s rugby club. She was friendly and didn’t mind writing paper to communicate me. She even mentioned about her family that her daughter has been to Malaysia before. Before she ended the nice talk, she even presented me an uniform tie and a small pin of the rugby club for souvenir. That was sweet of this lady.
When it was getting quite late, I had to excuse myself and bid goodbye to the group and thanked them for the invitation. It was indeed a unique culture experience that I have ever had albeit I am basically anti-social and homely type person. Albeit some particular town are a dull place be it is small and isolated area, the unique culture lies in people. That’s how I have found the particular people have a great personality, friendly and easy-going especially Beth who even comes from a small village, my current colleague from UK.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sushi King RM2 Promotion is back
Good news for those who fond of Sushi King, there is a RM2 promotion coming back in East Malaysia for the period of 20-23th April 2009. I just heard this info from someone. You can bring a maximum of 5 people only with you. Remind yourself to bring your Sushi King card and that you should not waste food unless if your tummy cannot stand bearing too much weights :p
Cikgu garang
Friday, March 20, 2009
From CEO to pizza man
Ken Karpman went from making 6 figure salary to UDS$7.29 an hour (http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=3906861&cl=12582289&ch=4226720&src=news)
He went from making $750,000 a year to living on food tickets. How absurd is it?? He’s story is a failure story that stems from the current crisis. In 2005 as an effort to make more money, he tried to set up his own hedge fund with equity in his house and everything just came down quickly after the markets went to hell. Howbeit, he stood up again albeit encountering many bad times. This guy is tough, I suppose.
Hard to picture this!!! Be grateful with your current job at bad times despite of economic slowdown. Gambate!!
He went from making $750,000 a year to living on food tickets. How absurd is it?? He’s story is a failure story that stems from the current crisis. In 2005 as an effort to make more money, he tried to set up his own hedge fund with equity in his house and everything just came down quickly after the markets went to hell. Howbeit, he stood up again albeit encountering many bad times. This guy is tough, I suppose.
Hard to picture this!!! Be grateful with your current job at bad times despite of economic slowdown. Gambate!!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
A memory of my first job
When I flipped through old documents in my pc room at home, I found out this note. When reading it, I was smiled and recalled memory of my first job in IT company. This note reminds me of how nice was the working experience with my old friend girl, Jen (ex-classmate at same college). We even started working together before graduation and be grateful for being employed. Many thanks to ex-Human Resources lecturer of the college for her recommendation on both of us in this company.
To the best of my memory, I would definitely be dull and work work work to death with heavy workload even since this IT company been though retrenchment (mind you, it has been two times during my services!!) and thank goodness I was safe for
All the best to Jen, Eugene, Olivia, Yien Yien, Law in your undertakings!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
【我還想她】 Wo Hai Xiang Ta MV - 林俊傑 JJ Lin Jun Jie
It has been my favourite song to listen.
Give it a try! What say you?
Friday, January 30, 2009
What a starting of Chinese New Year
Yesterday I learnt from my boss about I made boo-boo in my internal email of yesterday. Goshh....I dead meat and worried that it bothered my mind. It is too late. I should NOT suppose to write such words "if you people" anymore! I was just trying my best by even cracking my brain to write draft for explaination based on email standard whenever I can as a honest and responsible staff in this company. Alas, I failed to differentiate what word is considered appropriate and inappropriate. As I said in my previous entry, email standard is remain being pressure task to me. I must admit I think too much albeit I know people at work who know me well, would understand that I don't mean to speak in this tone. Hopefully nothing happen at work that they would not take it hardly and let it be natural. Otherwise, I would kind of awkward facing them at work. At least I learnt such lesson yesterday. Once again, my sincere apologies to those affected team just in case they think in different perception about my internal email.
Many thanks to my boss for his good concern as well as appreciation and thanks to my close colleagues who were willing to listen to my boo-boo story and they still cheered me. May God give me strength to be better at work this new year. Have to cheer up especially it is Chinese New Year time! Gambate!!!
Many thanks to my boss for his good concern as well as appreciation and thanks to my close colleagues who were willing to listen to my boo-boo story and they still cheered me. May God give me strength to be better at work this new year. Have to cheer up especially it is Chinese New Year time! Gambate!!!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Gong Xi Fa Cai 2009
To those chinese people who celebrate, hereby wishing you a very Happy Lunar New Year! May you are blessed with wealth, good health as well as a peace of life.
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