A worker in unexciting blue uniform hastily is pushing two
red-and-white iron barricades with the force of all his muscles. He's
manually blocking the junction on either side of a double-lane railway
line moments before the train is passing through the junction. In the past, a nearby
Ywar Ma junction even has one of its gates so smaller than the width of
the newly paved concrete road that an
additional rusted iron rod is fastened at the edge of the gate in order
for commuters not to pass the railroad in danger of imminent train
accident. Once the gates are reopened manually by the worker,
cars, tricycles, bicycles and crowds of people rushed shoulder to
shoulder crossing towards the other side.
That's
the view of the busy evening at Butaryone Street, Hlaing Township,
around six miles north of downtown Yangon. It's a bit unsettling to see
such a view of most junctions between motor roads and railroads
intercepted like this in Yangon. Without Skytrain or advanced Mass Rapid
Transport, some rare overhead bridges are present only in few areas
like Kyaukyedwin, Narnataw, Bayint Naung and Hledan.
Butaryone
(Rail Station) Street has got bus stations in its own name, referring
to nearby Kamaryut Station. There are many bus stations in Yangon widely
claiming the names of nearby public places, like Sardike, Kyaung-shay, Butaryone,
etc. Butaryone street stretches from Yangon-Insein road, crossing Baho
Road, and links with Bayintnaung Road just close to Yangon Riverbank. It
would take about 40 minutes to stroll along the street from one end to
another.
A decade before, I visited a friend living near
Butaryone station, and thought that the place is so faraway from
downtown. Now it seems like a citycentre itself, with so many shops,
buildings and unyielding traffic jams. Many new 5- to 7-storey buildings
and several ongoing construction sites nearby. Even ABC convenience
stores open four of its chain stores along the Road, so also other
stores like CityExpress, Grab&Go, and many other family businesses.
Teashops proudly displaying a huge red Coca-Cola fridge up front are
mostly crowded and entertain customers with popular Skynet TV drama
series, and during weekends, Premier League matches on a medium LCD. Two
huge public markets including a well-known Hlaing Bazaar even block the
Road especially at rush hours, let alone several smaller hawkers
selling on spanning wide lanes. Many small businesses include mobile
phone shops, beauty parlors, those selling construction tools, clothes,
shoes, rice and groceries, beauty products, and food & drinks.
One
bad thing to go around Butaryone Street is in rainy season when the
road is flooded in some parts near Baho Road not far from railway lines.
I could still remember I had to pass through knee-level water with
soaked trouses and an umbrella in most evening after a few hours of
afternoon rain. There were usually shallow water at the center of tar
mac but don't think of going along there as many vehicles were also
competing to take those threaded areas.
Via Bayintnaung
Road, several bus lines exist, including number 34, 39, 44, 333, and
then some. You can directly go to Kabaraye, Dnyingone, Myinigone,
Shwedagon, Tarmway, Sulay, Botahtaung, everywhere via this main road.
Many more jam-packed bus lines are moving to and fro along Insein Road
near the junction with Butaryone Street. Howerver there is only one bus
line 204 goes through Baho Road but it also passes Hledan, Sanchaung,
Shwedagon, Bogyoke Market, etc. At the time of huge traffic jam on
either side Butaryone Street, you'll see unusual buses, hiluxes,
minibuses also coming into this Baho Road as the drivers couldn't resist
a long wait at traffic blocks perhaps on Bayintnaung Road.
Until
midnight, there can be heard shallow sirens of cargo or passenger ships
travelling along nearby Hlaing River commonly known as Yangon River on
the other side of Bayintnaung Road, or sirens of trains, and loud hums
of car engines continuously passing along the road. Only a few hours of
sound sleep at midnight and around 4 am you'll start to hear the
beginning journey of public trains for vegetables sellers, followed by
voices of alms donation to a row of monks at dawn; There are two famous
monasteries Ywar Ma Monastery and Chaung Wa Monastery although it's not
sure if the monks are from these famous monasteries or other smaller kyaung-tikes.
Then at the first rays of sunlight, several hawkers will loudly sell
sticky rice, boiled peas, breakfast snacks, flowers, and school ferries
also hailing for students to come along. That's the beginning of another
day's rustling scene for Butaryone Street, a worth-visiting showcase
for modern Yangon.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Connecting The Brands
1)
At first, I don't know why one of my old friends and I have never had the same taste for some of the popular brands though we usually like the same types of gadgets. He mostly chooses acer, lenovo, hp, htc, etc. What I've given priority includes MSI (the logo was in capital letters at first, later changed to current small characters), Samsung, LiteOn, NEC, etc.
Finally we came to a conclusion that what he liked are those with small-letter brands, and what I liked included brands in capital characters.
2)
Is there any strong statistical significance on picking your favourites partly based on the looks of their branding to be related to any of your personality? I'm not sure. Maybe it has, in some aspect, I guessed.
3)
It was my accidental encounter with SAMSUNG as my father bought an analog satellite receiver back in the 90s; then a netbook, later an LCD display, a phone, an external hard disk, all being that brand. I now could even hardly forget that according to a recent study, the Korean firm is holding 30.3 percent share of the global smartphone market in 2012!
4)
I'm sometimes doubtful if my taste for some favourite things had its roots on childhood experience with global brands. Some data collection might be needed to compile another story on personalized preference on abstract articles like brands.
Further info: If you want to read more about themes like this, let me share you to read one of my favourite authors Malcolm Gladwell. Even Popular Bookstores had run out of his bestsellers!
At first, I don't know why one of my old friends and I have never had the same taste for some of the popular brands though we usually like the same types of gadgets. He mostly chooses acer, lenovo, hp, htc, etc. What I've given priority includes MSI (the logo was in capital letters at first, later changed to current small characters), Samsung, LiteOn, NEC, etc.
Finally we came to a conclusion that what he liked are those with small-letter brands, and what I liked included brands in capital characters.
2)
Is there any strong statistical significance on picking your favourites partly based on the looks of their branding to be related to any of your personality? I'm not sure. Maybe it has, in some aspect, I guessed.
3)
It was my accidental encounter with SAMSUNG as my father bought an analog satellite receiver back in the 90s; then a netbook, later an LCD display, a phone, an external hard disk, all being that brand. I now could even hardly forget that according to a recent study, the Korean firm is holding 30.3 percent share of the global smartphone market in 2012!
4)
I'm sometimes doubtful if my taste for some favourite things had its roots on childhood experience with global brands. Some data collection might be needed to compile another story on personalized preference on abstract articles like brands.
Further info: If you want to read more about themes like this, let me share you to read one of my favourite authors Malcolm Gladwell. Even Popular Bookstores had run out of his bestsellers!
Monday, August 18, 2014
Why Bookmarks Are Essential
For a home with some medium-sized bookshelves, it's a must to have
small or large bookmarks. A bookmark is defined as a strip of material
inserted between the pages of a book to mark a place in it. Bookmarks
provide users a way to remember the important data of interest in a
thick book of repeating keywords and similar titles.
For most traditional people, however, bookmarks are just pieces of rubbish. In my eldest uncle's opinion, strips of card-box paper or other flaps perform only as well as those without it, because he easily folded the corner of the page he liked to remember. Since childhood I could never convince him to use bookmarks instead. What we did not recognize is that with time, you may lose these folded corners in natural wear and tear.
When it comes to reading on my own, I use a lot of cut pieces of some thick papers to slip among the pages to mark the important information that I hope to use in the future. An occasional problem with me is that I know the data I'm searching for is in that specific book, but it's hard for me to find it instantly where and which page number, and sometimes it's a headache to look for your known data in an unknown manner. So now whenever I buy a new book, I first put 2 to 3 bookmark pieces attached at the back of the book.
In digital era, you'll see bookmarks in your Mozilla or Chrome browsers, to list your favourite websites and view with ease later again. MS Word or PDF viewers have also bookmarks to mark your favorite texts or pages, only identifying them for future reference or retrieval. Still when you install or uninstall programs your bookmarks can get lost.
Bookmarks are essential tools, and some companies even imprint their brands in beautiful papers serving also as bookmarks or smaller postcards. Some bookshops give these bookmark cards as their promotional gifts on special events. For me, bookmarks are also lifetime memories.
For most traditional people, however, bookmarks are just pieces of rubbish. In my eldest uncle's opinion, strips of card-box paper or other flaps perform only as well as those without it, because he easily folded the corner of the page he liked to remember. Since childhood I could never convince him to use bookmarks instead. What we did not recognize is that with time, you may lose these folded corners in natural wear and tear.
When it comes to reading on my own, I use a lot of cut pieces of some thick papers to slip among the pages to mark the important information that I hope to use in the future. An occasional problem with me is that I know the data I'm searching for is in that specific book, but it's hard for me to find it instantly where and which page number, and sometimes it's a headache to look for your known data in an unknown manner. So now whenever I buy a new book, I first put 2 to 3 bookmark pieces attached at the back of the book.
In digital era, you'll see bookmarks in your Mozilla or Chrome browsers, to list your favourite websites and view with ease later again. MS Word or PDF viewers have also bookmarks to mark your favorite texts or pages, only identifying them for future reference or retrieval. Still when you install or uninstall programs your bookmarks can get lost.
Bookmarks are essential tools, and some companies even imprint their brands in beautiful papers serving also as bookmarks or smaller postcards. Some bookshops give these bookmark cards as their promotional gifts on special events. For me, bookmarks are also lifetime memories.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
The City That Rises
A European man was seemingly excited consulting with a hotel staff in
the uppermost story of an elegant hotel near Su-Le, downtown Yangon
before checking out. He was apparently scheduling to tour the second
largest city of Myanmar. It’s Mandalay the royal palace with an amazing
diversity that can surely be changing fast.
That change I myself witnessed a week later. It's no wonder you just took an eight-hour private drive from Yangon to Mandalay of around 600 kilometers, thanks to the new concrete hi-way linking the two cities. And even luxury buses are changing plans to transport passengers. Formerly they left Mandalay in late evening and arrived at the capital at the crack of dawn. Now you can leave Mandalay in the morning and reached Yangon well before dark. New entrance ways to Mandalay also emerge, passing near Ta-da-oo international airport and dome-like Sagaing Bridge.
Near the traffic points at the junction of Mandalay hi-way terminal, straight north and on the right, there’s a sign of green background & white words, that reads Rice Brokers, Kywae-sae-kan, Mandalay, that stands between Kywae-sae-kan Streets 1 through 9. At the corner of Street 5, I sat at a popular teashop branch Unison, gleaming at the city that’s rising as different as last year. All were bustling streets at rush hours. New United Amara & Kambawza banks sat close to Yoma Bank on 78th hi-way Street. A big teashop chain Manmyodaw dumpling was seen crowded, with superb service. Shiny new SUVs are going to and fro; fast running LiteAce trucks hurrying with pilgrims or students; cargo lorries carrying loads of goods like packages of batteries, noodles, onions, heading towards downtown shops and department stores.
In fact, Mandalay is a vast area and I’m only having a look around Kywe-se-kan and passengers terminal, which will be moved to more remote location soon, leaving the current areas more like midtown. One thing I felt uncomfortable is public transport with city buses and endangering hilux buses, among cramming motorbikes and bicycles in dusty daylight. Another uneasy look was the long queue of motorbikes for petrol quota.
Some three new online cafés around the bus station are found to be offering services not falling short of those from Yangon. Trade in booming Mandalay includes restaurant, online and gaming services, real estate, banking and transfer of finance, etc. In an internet café I even had to queue some 15 minutes to get online.
The European man I encountered at the Yangon hotel would take a delight in riding tricycles or bikes in busy Mandalay as for his new experience. However as for me, the next time my visit to the famous Maha Myat Muni Image, I suspect I’ll be able to take a seat along systematic public transport buses viewing more new roads and online cafes all around.
That change I myself witnessed a week later. It's no wonder you just took an eight-hour private drive from Yangon to Mandalay of around 600 kilometers, thanks to the new concrete hi-way linking the two cities. And even luxury buses are changing plans to transport passengers. Formerly they left Mandalay in late evening and arrived at the capital at the crack of dawn. Now you can leave Mandalay in the morning and reached Yangon well before dark. New entrance ways to Mandalay also emerge, passing near Ta-da-oo international airport and dome-like Sagaing Bridge.
Near the traffic points at the junction of Mandalay hi-way terminal, straight north and on the right, there’s a sign of green background & white words, that reads Rice Brokers, Kywae-sae-kan, Mandalay, that stands between Kywae-sae-kan Streets 1 through 9. At the corner of Street 5, I sat at a popular teashop branch Unison, gleaming at the city that’s rising as different as last year. All were bustling streets at rush hours. New United Amara & Kambawza banks sat close to Yoma Bank on 78th hi-way Street. A big teashop chain Manmyodaw dumpling was seen crowded, with superb service. Shiny new SUVs are going to and fro; fast running LiteAce trucks hurrying with pilgrims or students; cargo lorries carrying loads of goods like packages of batteries, noodles, onions, heading towards downtown shops and department stores.
In fact, Mandalay is a vast area and I’m only having a look around Kywe-se-kan and passengers terminal, which will be moved to more remote location soon, leaving the current areas more like midtown. One thing I felt uncomfortable is public transport with city buses and endangering hilux buses, among cramming motorbikes and bicycles in dusty daylight. Another uneasy look was the long queue of motorbikes for petrol quota.
Some three new online cafés around the bus station are found to be offering services not falling short of those from Yangon. Trade in booming Mandalay includes restaurant, online and gaming services, real estate, banking and transfer of finance, etc. In an internet café I even had to queue some 15 minutes to get online.
The European man I encountered at the Yangon hotel would take a delight in riding tricycles or bikes in busy Mandalay as for his new experience. However as for me, the next time my visit to the famous Maha Myat Muni Image, I suspect I’ll be able to take a seat along systematic public transport buses viewing more new roads and online cafes all around.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Beauty and the Beach
In a new area where you've never touched down before, and if there
are lots of restaurants similar in appearance, you'll surely be
indecisive to pick up a decent one for your lunch, without a local's
recommendation. That's what I've experienced in Chaung Thar, one of the
most beautiful beaches along the Bay of Bengal, to the west of Yangon.
After one-hour drive from Pathein along the hilly two-way express route mounting from the Ayeyarwaddy Delta, there appeared a group of coconut trees in sight. As soon as our group arrived at Chaung Thar, we came across countless of hotels including Golden Beach, Oasis, AMBO, etc. Finally we'd decided to settle at AMBO, just beside the sea shore. Along the wide sandy beach lined by stalls selling coconut drinks, seafood, palm hats, crafts and pictures featuring sea creatures, and many more.
For lunch, we had to choose a restaurant in random; the service is bad, with no green tea, no hot rice, no extra dishes like traditional nga-pi and vegetables. For dinner, we were advised by a local to dine at Hla Bo, on the way to a low-profile bus compound, and it's great offering all the above criteria, and the price is also reasonable, let alone hospitable services.
In fact, I've never been to any beach in Myanmar. The sea under the blue sky and the astounding sunset at Chaung Thar is very beautiful, rimmed by shallow tides on which everyone visiting enjoys to surf. You just cost around K8000 to visit Chaung Thar from Yangon with express buses via Pathein. Most of them take about 6 hours of drive, halting for tea at Nyaung Tone and Pathein a while. The scenery in Chaung Thar exemplifies a Myanmar's exquisite tropical resort, comparable with no more than a few dozens all over the world.
Photos taken at Chaung Thar are all bluish grey in print; that's what makes the beach stand out and the natural beauty beats all the other ones, indeed. That can be seen all along the lengthy sea shore of many kilometres, and also at nearby place Kyauk Maung-hna-ma, meaning the rock brother and sister, where tiny rocks and huge boulders line the beach near a stupa above the hill, and a symbol of mermaid the sea princess is resting nearby, the architecture isn't impressive though. Delicious seafood, cold breeze, broad sandbank, blue water, fresh coconuts, playful tides, all at one place. Like getting so many discounts in just one shopping spree, and I'm sure to take this kind of tour at another time also.
After one-hour drive from Pathein along the hilly two-way express route mounting from the Ayeyarwaddy Delta, there appeared a group of coconut trees in sight. As soon as our group arrived at Chaung Thar, we came across countless of hotels including Golden Beach, Oasis, AMBO, etc. Finally we'd decided to settle at AMBO, just beside the sea shore. Along the wide sandy beach lined by stalls selling coconut drinks, seafood, palm hats, crafts and pictures featuring sea creatures, and many more.
For lunch, we had to choose a restaurant in random; the service is bad, with no green tea, no hot rice, no extra dishes like traditional nga-pi and vegetables. For dinner, we were advised by a local to dine at Hla Bo, on the way to a low-profile bus compound, and it's great offering all the above criteria, and the price is also reasonable, let alone hospitable services.
In fact, I've never been to any beach in Myanmar. The sea under the blue sky and the astounding sunset at Chaung Thar is very beautiful, rimmed by shallow tides on which everyone visiting enjoys to surf. You just cost around K8000 to visit Chaung Thar from Yangon with express buses via Pathein. Most of them take about 6 hours of drive, halting for tea at Nyaung Tone and Pathein a while. The scenery in Chaung Thar exemplifies a Myanmar's exquisite tropical resort, comparable with no more than a few dozens all over the world.
Photos taken at Chaung Thar are all bluish grey in print; that's what makes the beach stand out and the natural beauty beats all the other ones, indeed. That can be seen all along the lengthy sea shore of many kilometres, and also at nearby place Kyauk Maung-hna-ma, meaning the rock brother and sister, where tiny rocks and huge boulders line the beach near a stupa above the hill, and a symbol of mermaid the sea princess is resting nearby, the architecture isn't impressive though. Delicious seafood, cold breeze, broad sandbank, blue water, fresh coconuts, playful tides, all at one place. Like getting so many discounts in just one shopping spree, and I'm sure to take this kind of tour at another time also.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
In Search of Better Music
The first essay on music I have published was "Why I Keep Company
With Music" almost 15 years ago. As the years go by, I find myself
enjoying a variety of music, not to mention reasons for passion in
music. When Dad took me to a nursery school well before the last decade
of 20th Century, he never fail to explain teachers that I could fall asleep
by just hearing a song from the radio, via a huge tuning box probably the most advanced technology at that time!
When I became a young student at local public high school in 1986, my elder brother was awarded a prize from Dad. That's a somewhat cassette player smaller than a radio box, but it still took almost the whole space on a medium-sized cupboard. In our summer vacation he purchased cassette tapes from nearby cities, like widely popular albums by Sai Htee Saing, Htoo Ein Thin, etc.
After about a decade, I had to prepare for high school final exam in the late 90s. Studying was a must but I often couldn't help playing music from a Sony Walkman player. To buy a branded Walkman was even a dream as they usually came with auto-rotate function so that listeners had no hassle for putting the tape in and out for playing both sides. The songs were interrupted when played on a moving bus and the quality of music deteriorated with time.
The Walkman was a well-accepted technology until MP3 players were common after Microsoft's launch of Windows 98. However, even after joining medical school I still couldn't exchange my Walkman with the first MP3 player in my life. It's become a reality only in my fourth year, paying a maximum price at a downtown computer accessories retailer. That changed the function of music listening and set a firm platform for songs—no press for moving forward or backward, no waiting time for shuffling songs, loads of albums in one tiny device. Just before the era of MP3 players, we youngsters also tried to possess a single-CD player, which seemed less popular and most people even didn't know about it.
Based on MP3 technology, later versions called MP4 devices came into the market in droves mostly from China; a JXD brand still seemed popular. The difference with MP3 players is it incorporates video to be played in screen sizes of 2 to 3 inches.
After getting wider access to internet and greater coverage of mobile networks in the last decade, a multi-purpose gadget known as smartphones become very popular. Smartphone manufacturers have become the world's most profitable companies. Now you can download one of your favorite local or international singers' latest hits to your hand-held device and listen the best quality song wherever you are, including videos if you prefer. It's anyway exciting to hope for another advanced technology for better music although the current one seems mostly perfect and convenient for all music fans like me. In fact, I've passed through history of listening to music in different times.
When I became a young student at local public high school in 1986, my elder brother was awarded a prize from Dad. That's a somewhat cassette player smaller than a radio box, but it still took almost the whole space on a medium-sized cupboard. In our summer vacation he purchased cassette tapes from nearby cities, like widely popular albums by Sai Htee Saing, Htoo Ein Thin, etc.
After about a decade, I had to prepare for high school final exam in the late 90s. Studying was a must but I often couldn't help playing music from a Sony Walkman player. To buy a branded Walkman was even a dream as they usually came with auto-rotate function so that listeners had no hassle for putting the tape in and out for playing both sides. The songs were interrupted when played on a moving bus and the quality of music deteriorated with time.
The Walkman was a well-accepted technology until MP3 players were common after Microsoft's launch of Windows 98. However, even after joining medical school I still couldn't exchange my Walkman with the first MP3 player in my life. It's become a reality only in my fourth year, paying a maximum price at a downtown computer accessories retailer. That changed the function of music listening and set a firm platform for songs—no press for moving forward or backward, no waiting time for shuffling songs, loads of albums in one tiny device. Just before the era of MP3 players, we youngsters also tried to possess a single-CD player, which seemed less popular and most people even didn't know about it.
Based on MP3 technology, later versions called MP4 devices came into the market in droves mostly from China; a JXD brand still seemed popular. The difference with MP3 players is it incorporates video to be played in screen sizes of 2 to 3 inches.
After getting wider access to internet and greater coverage of mobile networks in the last decade, a multi-purpose gadget known as smartphones become very popular. Smartphone manufacturers have become the world's most profitable companies. Now you can download one of your favorite local or international singers' latest hits to your hand-held device and listen the best quality song wherever you are, including videos if you prefer. It's anyway exciting to hope for another advanced technology for better music although the current one seems mostly perfect and convenient for all music fans like me. In fact, I've passed through history of listening to music in different times.
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