A Chinese man decides to retire and move to Australia after 50 years of living in Shanghai.
He bought a small piece of land . A few days after moving in,the friendly Aussie neighbor decides to go across and welcome the new guy to the region. He goes next door but on his way up the drive-way he sees the Chinese man running around his front yard chasing about 10 hens.
Not wanting to interrupt these 'Chinese customs', he decides to put the welcome on hold for the day.
The next day, he decides to try again, but just as he is about to knock on the front door, he looks through the window and sees the Chinese man urinate into a glass and then drink it. Not wanting to interrupt another 'Chinese custom',he decides to put the welcome on hold for yet another day.
A day later he decides to give it one last go, but on his way next door, he sees the Chinese man leading a bull down the drive-way,...pause...., and then put his left ear next to the bull's butt.
The Aussie bloke can't handle this, so he goes up to the Chinese man and says, 'Jeez Mate, what the hell is it with your Chinese customs?
I come over to welcome you to the neighborhood, and see you running around the yard after hens.The next day you are pissing in a glass and drinking it, and then today you have your head so close to that bull's butt, it could just about shit on you.'
The Chinese man is very taken back and says, 'Sorry sir, you no understand, these no ... Chinese customs I doing, these Australian Customs.'
'What do you mean mate' says the Aussie, 'Those aren't Australian customs.'
Yes they are, man at travel agent tell me' replied the Chinese man,'He say to become true Australian, I must learn to..... chase chicks,..... get piss drunk, and .... listen to bull-shit.'
This blog is about the entrants in the year 1960, to the Faculty of Medicine, University of Ceylon, Colombo. The email address for communications is, 1960batch@gmail.com. Please BOOKMARK this page for easier access later.Photo is the entrance porch of the old General Hospital, Colombo, still in existence. Please use the search box below to look for your requirement.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Migrating to Australia - email jksw
Monday, July 1, 2013
The Burghers of Sri Lanka - email from jksw
Hooray!
Long Live The Burghers.
A MUST read.
Our Good Friends, The Burghers
We Cannot Think Of Ceylon Without Them
We Cannot Think Of Ceylon Without Them
I have a great predilection towards Burghers.
Not only because I have many bosom cronies in that community, but because I have spent some of the happiest years of my boyhood in their homes.
The finest lady that I ever knew was a Burgher.
The
most select gentleman of my acquaintance is a Burgher; and if some
unfortunate Muslim girl fails to discover me, I could still discover
both intelligence and beauty in a Burgher girl.
This is merely a personal outburst, because a fair face seldom fails to floor me.
But the Burghers are not only
fair of face, along with the attractive complexion they have, in
addition, their broad sense of fair play and fair dealing make them the
easiest to get on with in the world.
We have been brothers and sisters in blood for we have tasted more things than salt together.
They Give Zest.
They are a Western graft upon an Eastern tree, but so well have they acclimatized and endearedthemselves to the native soil that we cannot think of a Ceylon without Burghers.
If there were no Burgher girls to scatter radiance on the way:
Wellawatte would be a dull strip of sand;
Bambalapitiya a barren wilderness of wind;
Colpetty and Dehiwala gloomy haunts of melancholy.
With their good looks and musical voices they give a definite zest to social life, dancing with hips of rhythm and crooning melodies that are filled with moonlit dreams.
The sparkle of life is in their eyes and the tremor of love is on their lips.
The sparkle of life is in their eyes and the tremor of love is on their lips.
They have captured all the romance in the world and shut it all to themselves, that nomatchmakers
can enter into their lives with deceitful talk of daughters and of
dowries; and so they believe in marrying for love and believe also in
all the sacrifices involved in the one greatadventure of love.
Eyes so frank.
They wear their hearts on their sleeves and in the frank lustre of their eyes one can read their very souls.
Faithful as friends and forgiving as enemies, they are always too good-natured to be obstinately malicious and too easy-going to bear any rancour.
They
are the descendants of all those Portuguese who came along with Lorenzo
d’Almeida or of the Dutch who arrived with Joris Van Spilbergen.
The
former held the land for 134 years and the Hollanders for over 156, and
although their governments have disappeared, the two nations remain
with us, as Burghers.
Intellects
Theirs have been some of the greatest intellects of the land.
The
past has given us Dornhorst and Lorenz; the present has Blaze and
Schneider. Maartensz and Wille are men of the age we live in; and in the
field of sport as in the realm of music, Kelaart, Foenander, Arndt and
Zilwa are names of high repute, while the Van Langenbergs are men of
wide renown.
Remains
also with them the blessed light of Christianity that they brought into
the island; the Roman-Dutch Law; the forts that they built and the
canals they constructed.
Those forts may crumble and the canals run dry but Portuguese or Dutch we have always in our midst our tried friends the Burghers.
“The government officers”, explains the well-known Dutch Burgher historian of Ceylon, “were known as Company’s Servants and the non-officials as Burghers or Viyburgers (free Burghers)”.
From these Burghers were appointed officers for the Burgery, an armed force composed of Tupasses, (people of mixed Portuguese descent).
When
the rule of the Company ceased in 1796 there could be no Company’s
Servants any longer and all the Dutch people in Ceylon became Burghers.
They are the sponsors of Western art and fashion in our midst.
They are a vivacious occidental group in a sedate Eastern land.
Cocktails and Fox Trots will not join the Dodo as long as there are Burghers in the country.
Besides, is not music the greatest passion of their lives and beauty their common heritage?
Great Race, this, the Burghers.
Happy Bonds
Politics do not flutter
them; they like the men of the land and the men of the land are fond of
them and these happy bonds of love are often drawn closer together with
a ring of beaten gold and a vow before the altar.
They are certainly not an effeminate people:
The heroic spirit of Constantine de Sa and the martial spirit of Azevedo still linger in the hearts of their descendants,
So, in every branch and walk of life have proved themselves to be an honour to their country and community.
Whether
in the learned professions or in the government service or lower down
in the humbler crafts which the poorer ones follow for the sake of
their living, they have singularly distinguished themselves by their
honesty and integrity, just as wherever they go they must have, in their
own characteristic manner and according to their lot in life, their feasts and musicalfestivals.
They fill a very big place in the social life of the country and if we Muslims have not quarrelled with them and have found them to be the pleasantest of
friends, it is mainly because of their savoir faire and good breeding
and of the winning ways of their men as of the smiling charm of their ladies.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Laughter the best medicine email Gallege De Silva.
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Drafting guys over 60yrs to the Army.
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This
not funny-with all the 'cuts' here there and everywhere, imagine the
savings on pensions, old people's homes, hospital care and after all ,
at this stage, the ending may be exciting!
Drafting Guys Over 60I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 42 to join the military. They've got the whole thing ass-backwards.
Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn't be able to join a military unit until you're at least 35.
For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a month, leaving us more than 280,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. 'My back hurts! I can't sleep, I'm tired and hungry.' We are bad-tempered and impatient, and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for a while..
An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I'm tired and can't sleep and since I'm already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.
If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would be easier for old guys.. We're used to getting screamed and yelled at and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciation for guns. We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course however... I've been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.
Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too... I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.
An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still learning to shave, to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.
These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm's way.
Let us old guys track down those terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off
old farts with bad attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already behind them.
HEY!! How about recruiting Women over 50...in menopause!!! You think MEN have attitudes??
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my God!!! If nothing else, put them on border patrol. They'll have it secured the first night!
Send this to all of your senior friends...it's in big type so they can read it.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
A down-to-earth man - email from jksw
Hope this brings a smile
I bet u have not heard this one before…………………
An inquiry was being held for an accident at a Railway crossing in Punjab India.
A Sardar ji Station Master was asked by the Inquiry Commission, “How many Railway Crossings are in your area.?”
“Total eleven Sir, four un-manned and seven manned.
In manned crossings, four are female and three are male sir.”
He was asked, “What do you mean by 'Male' and 'Female' crossings?”
Sardar Ji replied,
“Where the barrier pole goes up, we call it male, and where the gate panels spread out open, we call it female.”
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
3D pictures - email Gallege De Silva
Nikolaj Arndt's artwork is jaw-dropping and very realistic.
Remember these pictures are all painted on flat pavement.
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