Not bad man - Sony Car Stereo!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Ah Beng - Bet you he won't jump
One day, Ah Beng when to a a bar. As he was watching the television the news came on. It showed a guy on a bridge who was about to jump, obviously suicidal. "I'll bet you $10 he'll jump," said the guy next to Ah Beng. "Bet you $10 he won't," said Ah Beng.
Then, the guy on the television closed his eyes and threw himself off the bridge. Ah Beng hand out his money to the guy next to him. "You win"
"I can't take your money," said the guy. "I cheated you. The same story was on the five o'clock news."
"No, no. Take it," said Ah Beng. "I saw the five o'clock news too. I just didn't think the guy was dumb enough to jump again!"
Then, the guy on the television closed his eyes and threw himself off the bridge. Ah Beng hand out his money to the guy next to him. "You win"
"I can't take your money," said the guy. "I cheated you. The same story was on the five o'clock news."
"No, no. Take it," said Ah Beng. "I saw the five o'clock news too. I just didn't think the guy was dumb enough to jump again!"
Bryan Berg - Card Stacking
Check out this guy - Bryan Berg, a Guinness World Record holder for card stacking.
Bryan Berg broke the Guinness World Record for the World's Tallest House of Cards in 1992 at the age of seventeen, with a tower fourteen feet, six inches tall. His latest record-holding structure in the category is over twenty-five feet tall. In 2004, Guinness created a new record category for the World's Largest House of Cards to recognize a project Berg built for Walt Disney World--a replica of Cinderella's Castle. He continues to hold both records.
Touring regularly, Berg has stacked cards in virtually every major US and Canadian city, Japan, Denmark, and Germany.
Berg has appeared on CNN, 20/20, MTV, VH1, Showtime, The Discovery Channel, Ripley's Believe It Or Not, Good Morning America, The Today Show, Ellen Degeneres, Martha Stewart Unsifted, Guinness Prime Time, CBS This Morning, and various foreign television.
His work has been featured in nearly every major newspaper nationwide in addition to publications such as Wired, Reader's Digest, Men's Health, USA Today, Games Magazine, Maxim, The National Enquirer, National Geographic For Kids, Time Magazine for Kids, ESPN Magazine, ASK Magazine, and 321 Contact. He has also been featured in publications across Europe, Asia, and South America.
Bryan Berg broke the Guinness World Record for the World's Tallest House of Cards in 1992 at the age of seventeen, with a tower fourteen feet, six inches tall. His latest record-holding structure in the category is over twenty-five feet tall. In 2004, Guinness created a new record category for the World's Largest House of Cards to recognize a project Berg built for Walt Disney World--a replica of Cinderella's Castle. He continues to hold both records.
Touring regularly, Berg has stacked cards in virtually every major US and Canadian city, Japan, Denmark, and Germany.
Berg has appeared on CNN, 20/20, MTV, VH1, Showtime, The Discovery Channel, Ripley's Believe It Or Not, Good Morning America, The Today Show, Ellen Degeneres, Martha Stewart Unsifted, Guinness Prime Time, CBS This Morning, and various foreign television.
His work has been featured in nearly every major newspaper nationwide in addition to publications such as Wired, Reader's Digest, Men's Health, USA Today, Games Magazine, Maxim, The National Enquirer, National Geographic For Kids, Time Magazine for Kids, ESPN Magazine, ASK Magazine, and 321 Contact. He has also been featured in publications across Europe, Asia, and South America.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Gate Tower Building Osaka
Gate Tower Building is a 16-story office building in Fukushima-ku, Osaka , Japan . And what makes it notable is the highway that passes through the 5th-7th floors of this building. The highway is part of the Hanshin Expressway, a network (239.3 km) of expressways surrounding Osaka , Kobe and Kyoto , Japan . The Gate Tower Building is Japan 's first building to have a highway pass through it. And it had been nicknamed "beehive" referring to its appearance as a "bustling place". The Umeda Exit of the Ikeda Route of the Hanshin Expressway system passes through this building. The expressway is the tenant of these floors. The elevator doesn't stop on floor 5th-7th, floor 4 being followed by floor 8. These floors consist of elevators, stairways, machinery and other stuff. The highway passes through the building as a bridge, held up by supports next to the building making no contact with the building itself.
The building has a double core construction, with a circular cross section and special care is taken by providing surrounded structure to the highway to protect the building from noise and vibration. Generally expressways are built underground, and passing through a building is an extremely rare occasion. It dates back to 1983, when the redevelopment of this area was decided upon, "building permits were refused because the highway was already being planned to be built over this land. The property rights' holders refused to give up, and negotiated with the Hanshin Expressway corporation for approximately 5 years to reach the current solution."
The building has a double core construction, with a circular cross section and special care is taken by providing surrounded structure to the highway to protect the building from noise and vibration. Generally expressways are built underground, and passing through a building is an extremely rare occasion. It dates back to 1983, when the redevelopment of this area was decided upon, "building permits were refused because the highway was already being planned to be built over this land. The property rights' holders refused to give up, and negotiated with the Hanshin Expressway corporation for approximately 5 years to reach the current solution."
Blonde flight to Melbourne
A plane is on its way to Melbourne when a blonde in Economy Class gets up and moves to the First Class section and sits down.
The flight attendant watches her do this and asks to see her Ticket.
She then tells the blonde passenger that she paid for Economy and that she will have to go and sit in the back The blonde replies, 'I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Melbourne and I'm staying right here!'
The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and co-pilot that there is some blonde bimbo sitting in First Class that belongs in Economy and won't move back to her seat.
The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for Economy she is only entitled to an Economy place and she will have to leave and return to her original seat.
The blonde replies, I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Melbourne and I'm staying right here!
Exasperated the co-pilot tells the pilot that it was no use.
And that he probably should have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman that won't listen to reason.
The pilot says, 'You say she's blonde?' 'I'll handle this, I'm married to a blonde, and I speak blonde!'
He goes back to the blonde, whispers in her ear, and she says, "Oh I'm sorry; I had no idea," gets up and moves back to her seat in the economy section.
The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss.
The pilot replied, "I told her First Class isn't going to Melbourne."
The flight attendant watches her do this and asks to see her Ticket.
She then tells the blonde passenger that she paid for Economy and that she will have to go and sit in the back The blonde replies, 'I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Melbourne and I'm staying right here!'
The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and co-pilot that there is some blonde bimbo sitting in First Class that belongs in Economy and won't move back to her seat.
The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for Economy she is only entitled to an Economy place and she will have to leave and return to her original seat.
The blonde replies, I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to Melbourne and I'm staying right here!
Exasperated the co-pilot tells the pilot that it was no use.
And that he probably should have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman that won't listen to reason.
The pilot says, 'You say she's blonde?' 'I'll handle this, I'm married to a blonde, and I speak blonde!'
He goes back to the blonde, whispers in her ear, and she says, "Oh I'm sorry; I had no idea," gets up and moves back to her seat in the economy section.
The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss.
The pilot replied, "I told her First Class isn't going to Melbourne."
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Robby's Night
A True Story Worth Reading.
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability.. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.
However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel but he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue sometng else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital.. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play!' he insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came . The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.'
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed, then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?'
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? '
Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Hondorf, Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning and well. .. She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.'
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy . Prodigy Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability.. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.
However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.
But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel but he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue sometng else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital.. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play!' he insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came . The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.'
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed, then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?'
Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? '
Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well, Miss Hondorf, Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning and well. .. She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.'
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy . Prodigy Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Malaysian Indian Dilemma
Ever wonder why there is an Hindraf movement. Thought there isn't much statistic published but Malaysian Indian are becoming a minority and the forgotten people.
Indian are brought to Malaysia during the British colonial to start up rubber plantation in Malaysia. Some brought in to become administrative clerk or civil servant for the British. The British first rule the India only later that they came to Malaysia.
Indian in that work in the British Administration later become professional of today Malaysian Indian. Though that is rich like doctors, lawyers, accountants etc. But those laborer of the rubber plantation are not so fortunate. They are those that often being look down become security guards, cleaners, garbage collectors, road sweepers, office boys, lorry drivers, taxi drivers or as a last resort indulge in gangsterism, crime.
After the independent, our country at first are still a major rubber producer. This Indian who work for generation at the estate still have a home and jobs. But as our country progress, their rubber estate are converting to palm oil. Palm oil does not require as much labor compare to rubber which must be tapped everyday. Those these poor Indian are force out.
Their education level and skilled are low. Therefore little choice of job are available to them. Our country implement the New Economic Policy which favor the Malay, cause these Indian to be further marginalize.
The Indian population is getting smaller a mere 7.0% compare 11.5% in 1957. Soon they will be less than 5% and be like a minority like the orang asli. Our country would not be what is it if not for rubber. Remember that!
Indian are brought to Malaysia during the British colonial to start up rubber plantation in Malaysia. Some brought in to become administrative clerk or civil servant for the British. The British first rule the India only later that they came to Malaysia.
Indian in that work in the British Administration later become professional of today Malaysian Indian. Though that is rich like doctors, lawyers, accountants etc. But those laborer of the rubber plantation are not so fortunate. They are those that often being look down become security guards, cleaners, garbage collectors, road sweepers, office boys, lorry drivers, taxi drivers or as a last resort indulge in gangsterism, crime.
After the independent, our country at first are still a major rubber producer. This Indian who work for generation at the estate still have a home and jobs. But as our country progress, their rubber estate are converting to palm oil. Palm oil does not require as much labor compare to rubber which must be tapped everyday. Those these poor Indian are force out.
Their education level and skilled are low. Therefore little choice of job are available to them. Our country implement the New Economic Policy which favor the Malay, cause these Indian to be further marginalize.
The Indian population is getting smaller a mere 7.0% compare 11.5% in 1957. Soon they will be less than 5% and be like a minority like the orang asli. Our country would not be what is it if not for rubber. Remember that!
Michael Polakovs
The creator of the Ronald McDonald die on December 6, 2009 at the age of 86 years. He was hired by MacDonald in 1966 to create the character Ronal McDonald. He designed Ronald’s clown-face features, chose the canary-yellow jumpsuit and gave him big red shoes and striped socks to reflect the colors of the restaurant. He appeared in the first eight television commercials that featured the character.
Also popular as Coco the Clown - Michael Polakovs.
Also popular as Coco the Clown - Michael Polakovs.
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