Ring Finger Length Linked To Success
Not only did traders with long ring fingers make on average six times more money, they survived more years in a cut-throat world which weeded out the weak and unprofitable.
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Truth or a Myth?
Nari Ansari
I had a busy day yesterday. And it was only around half past six when I managed to check my daily mails (emails and smses, miss calls etc). But this special message (thru sms) from Che Wan that got me really excited and made my day. I had written an article in my 'Tokonang Den' series, (serie no. 4) when I penned off the article with ' Nari Ansari, dimana kau?!'. And presto!! Che Wan managed to get me and sent me Nari's number (through a cousin of his actually). I rang up Nari immediately and lucky me, he still remembers me and the rest of the gang (Class of 73). Nari is with Pharmaniaga (he has been with the company for about 5 years now). Currently residing in Meru, Klang. According to Nari he has met a few Starians when he was doing his training/practical in PJ (Kem Kesihatan's Pharmacy lab in Section 17 PJ). People like Kamarshah and his two brothers - Kamarudin (Che' Ton) and Shamsuddin as well as Ahmad Abdullah. He has been working ever since he left school in 1971 for according to him he has to support his parent and brothers. Nari is married and blessed with 7 children. For you guys, here's Nari's phone number. Please say hello to him.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
OBW Travelogue
Final Episode.
Everyone had a good rest last night except for Rostam, maybe. Every body was so tired to play the gymrummy that nite and were thinking only of getting a good nite rest. Rostam had to contend with having Lan Chik (he had taken a short nap in the afternoon) for a company. And by the time I woke up, Rostam and Omar Dollah had already taken their baths and ready for the day. Unanimously we agreed to Rostam's suggestion to have our breakfast at Yong Suan Coffee Shop, Jalan Yang Kalsom. Ipoh on Sunday was a pleasant town to drive around. And the drive from C73 base camp to Jalan Yang Kalsom was everything but pleasant.
There was no wonggey wonggey cries that morning. Perhaps because it was still early. Lan Chik and Omar Dollah arrived first, only to inform us that the shop was still closed. They opted having roti chanai for breakfast from a mamak restaurant just around the corner from Yong Suan's. By the time we passed thru the place, we saw that it was already opened. We decided to have our breakfast there. Rostam's probably was thinking of having nasi ganja for breakfast. But lo and behold! were we for a surprised! The place was burglarised last night!.
Anyway, not to be despaired, we opted for kaya toasts on the bread and 2 half boiled eggs each for breakfast. Lan Chik and Omar Dollah joined us after their roti chanai session. But what we were about to witness was something that stunned us all, well at least to me!. We were seated just opposite the site door, from where we could see what was happening on the other side of the building. We saw a few guys skinning and preparing the chicken which was simply placed on the floor. As if God wanted us to witness something more, one guy came out from the place (I presume the kitchen) sweating and wearing a sarong pelikat, chettiar style, unveiling his knees with sweating hairy legs!. What happened next was even shocking. A guy came out through the door wearing the same attire plus wellington boots - obviously drenched and tired and sweating - looking for some fresh air. Then came another guy, similarly dressed, similar situation. 'That's it., Omar Dollah told me, 'I will not come to the place again!' By the time they brought out the day's dishes - the one that the shop was infamous for, we decided to leave, dumbfounded from what we have witnessed today at Yong Suan's.
I guessed it was very typical among the eateries through out the country, except for the likes of McDees, KFCees and Kopitiams. Remember how Wak Junction and his nasi lemak collapsed just because of that bloody Sunday's incidence?. From behind the tree, came Wak's voice., ' Sekejap ya nak!!'.
I tried not to think much of that incident as we headed for the school, to witness a game of rugby between STAROBA and the present STAR team. That was when I noticed a small guy with forlorn faced underneath the tree........
Everyone had a good rest last night except for Rostam, maybe. Every body was so tired to play the gymrummy that nite and were thinking only of getting a good nite rest. Rostam had to contend with having Lan Chik (he had taken a short nap in the afternoon) for a company. And by the time I woke up, Rostam and Omar Dollah had already taken their baths and ready for the day. Unanimously we agreed to Rostam's suggestion to have our breakfast at Yong Suan Coffee Shop, Jalan Yang Kalsom. Ipoh on Sunday was a pleasant town to drive around. And the drive from C73 base camp to Jalan Yang Kalsom was everything but pleasant.
There was no wonggey wonggey cries that morning. Perhaps because it was still early. Lan Chik and Omar Dollah arrived first, only to inform us that the shop was still closed. They opted having roti chanai for breakfast from a mamak restaurant just around the corner from Yong Suan's. By the time we passed thru the place, we saw that it was already opened. We decided to have our breakfast there. Rostam's probably was thinking of having nasi ganja for breakfast. But lo and behold! were we for a surprised! The place was burglarised last night!.
Anyway, not to be despaired, we opted for kaya toasts on the bread and 2 half boiled eggs each for breakfast. Lan Chik and Omar Dollah joined us after their roti chanai session. But what we were about to witness was something that stunned us all, well at least to me!. We were seated just opposite the site door, from where we could see what was happening on the other side of the building. We saw a few guys skinning and preparing the chicken which was simply placed on the floor. As if God wanted us to witness something more, one guy came out from the place (I presume the kitchen) sweating and wearing a sarong pelikat, chettiar style, unveiling his knees with sweating hairy legs!. What happened next was even shocking. A guy came out through the door wearing the same attire plus wellington boots - obviously drenched and tired and sweating - looking for some fresh air. Then came another guy, similarly dressed, similar situation. 'That's it., Omar Dollah told me, 'I will not come to the place again!' By the time they brought out the day's dishes - the one that the shop was infamous for, we decided to leave, dumbfounded from what we have witnessed today at Yong Suan's.
I guessed it was very typical among the eateries through out the country, except for the likes of McDees, KFCees and Kopitiams. Remember how Wak Junction and his nasi lemak collapsed just because of that bloody Sunday's incidence?. From behind the tree, came Wak's voice., ' Sekejap ya nak!!'.
I tried not to think much of that incident as we headed for the school, to witness a game of rugby between STAROBA and the present STAR team. That was when I noticed a small guy with forlorn faced underneath the tree........
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