Yin Yang..
I was always fascinated with it, maybe because it reflects the fundamental principal of life. Take man and woman, these two entity are needed to create life. In a student life, you need to have a balance of studies and enjoys. In Malaysian education system, a student must be an all-rounder (excel in sport/outdoor activities and studies) to be recognized.
Take mathematics (which I believe the language of the universe) for example, addition balanced with substraction, multiplication balanced with division, in fact every operation in math, has it counter-operation.
"So, what's your point?", you may say. My point is, when you are presented with a problem, there will be 2 solution, and the best solution is from the mixture of both. Period.
There.
komuter delay, again...
Last night, as I arrived at Bandar Tasik Selatan komuter station around 8.15 pm, a notice there said ' There has been a delay for 1/2 an hour. All service will stop at KL station, service to Rawang and Sentul are not available.' What the... I'm not exactly shocked by the notice since Komuter train seems to has the tendency to arrive late, especially at peak hours.
Back to the story, I asked the staff there and they said some electric wire at a station has snapped, no electricity. woaa, snapped?? (those wire on top of the train) OK, that's new. A few month before, there's a delay too, because of some power station failure, and yes at peak hours.
Then an empty train arrive, which is by the way damn weird, looks and smells (the train's inner odour) like it hasn't been used for a while. Well, at least there's a train coming, last time they let us wait for 2 hours (this is half an hour, so some improvement, I think).
So, this morning when I watched the TV, it said some truck has fallen off a bridge and onto the komuter's electric wire. A little googling showed that this is not the 1st time (Utusan report), but this time it occures at Jalan Ipoh (The Star report).
Seems like these Komuter guys has the tendency to keep passengers (a.k.a customers) in the dark when something happens. And of course no refunds. A familiar scenario occures after that, sardine-packed train full of people trying to go home, just like the last time.
This is one of the reason why I don't use Komuter service at peak hours (I use it after office hour), because for surely something will happen, we just have to wait and see (and maybe fascinated by it)
Back to the story, I asked the staff there and they said some electric wire at a station has snapped, no electricity. woaa, snapped?? (those wire on top of the train) OK, that's new. A few month before, there's a delay too, because of some power station failure, and yes at peak hours.
Then an empty train arrive, which is by the way damn weird, looks and smells (the train's inner odour) like it hasn't been used for a while. Well, at least there's a train coming, last time they let us wait for 2 hours (this is half an hour, so some improvement, I think).
So, this morning when I watched the TV, it said some truck has fallen off a bridge and onto the komuter's electric wire. A little googling showed that this is not the 1st time (Utusan report), but this time it occures at Jalan Ipoh (The Star report).
Seems like these Komuter guys has the tendency to keep passengers (a.k.a customers) in the dark when something happens. And of course no refunds. A familiar scenario occures after that, sardine-packed train full of people trying to go home, just like the last time.
This is one of the reason why I don't use Komuter service at peak hours (I use it after office hour), because for surely something will happen, we just have to wait and see (and maybe fascinated by it)
wish this is in the 'modern' world
Taken from Afdlin's blog :
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day,
while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help
coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy,
screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad
from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
surroundings An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced
himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer
replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to
the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my
own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt
grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time,
graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on
to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming,
the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was
stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day,
while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help
coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy,
screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad
from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
surroundings An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced
himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer
replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to
the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my
own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt
grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time,
graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on
to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming,
the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was
stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
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