Study in China with ET

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A WISE MAN ONCE SAID

1. Don’t call someone more than twice continuously. If they don’t pick up your call, presume they have something important to attend to;
2. Return money that you have borrowed even before the person that borrowed you remember or ask for it. It shows your integrity and character. Same goes with umbrellas, pens and lunch boxes.
3. Never order the expensive dish on the menu when someone is giving you a lunch/dinner.
4. Don’t ask awkward questions like ‘Oh so you aren’t married yet?’ Or ‘Don’t you have kids’ or ‘Why didn’t you buy a house?’ Or why don't you buy a car? For God’s sake it isn’t your problem;
5. Always open the door for the person coming behind you. It doesn’t matter if it is a guy or a girl, senior or junior. You don’t grow small by treating someone well in public;
6. If you take a taxi with a friend and he/she pays now, try paying next time;
7. Respect different shades of opinions. Remember what's 6 to you will appear 9 to someone facing you. Besides, second opinion is good for an alternative;
8. Never interrupt people talking. Allow them to pour it out. As they say, hear them all and filter them all;
9. If you tease someone, and they don’t seem to enjoy it, stop it and never do it again. It encourages one to do more and it shows how appreciative you're;
10. Say “thank you” when someone is helping you.
11. Praise publicly. Criticize privately;
12. There’s almost never a reason to comment on someone’s weight. Just say, “You look fantastic.” If they want to talk about losing weight, they will;
13. When someone shows you a photo on their phone, don’t swipe left or right. You never know what’s next;
14. If a colleague tells you they have a doctors' appointment, don’t ask what it’s for, just say "I hope you’re okay". Don’t put them in the uncomfortable position of having to tell you their personal illness. If they want you to know, they'll do so without your inquisitiveness;
15. Treat the cleaner with the same respect as the CEO. Nobody is impressed at how rude you can treat someone below you but people will notice if you treat them with respect;
16. If a person is speaking directly to you, staring at your phone is rude;
17. Never give advice until you’re asked;
18. When meeting someone after a long time, unless they want to talk about it, don’t ask them their age and salary;
19. Mind your business unless anything involves you directly - just stay out of it;
20. Remove your sunglasses if you are talking to anyone in the street. It is a sign of respect. Moreso, eye contact is as important as your speech.
21. Never talk about your riches in the midst of the poor. Similarly, don't talk about your children in the midst of the barren.
22.After reading a good message try to say "Thanks for the message".
APPRECIATION remains the easiest way of getting what you don't have....
❤️♥️

A School I am affiliated with in China is now accepting international students for the below majors;
𝟏. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
𝟐. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲
𝟑. 𝐂𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

The Above are all for Bachelors Degree and are self sponsor courses.

The Fees per year are: (1) Tuition Fee - RMB18,000/Year ~ K9,000/Year (2) Accommodation Fee - RMB7,200/Year ~ K3,600/Year (3) Insurance and Resident Visa Fees - Around K2,000/Year.

If you are interested to study in China please do let me know. My services are free. I do not charge agency fees..

✔️REQUIREMENTS FOR UNDERGRADUATES APPLICATION:
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1. A current Passport with 6 months validity-Very Important
2. Grades 10 and 12 Certificates. Grade 12 Certificates should have C or above Grades (One or two Ds, I can try to negotiate for the student)
3. A Police Clearance Report
4. A Medical Examination form
5. A Covid19 Vaccination Certificate (due to the recent C19 outbreaks)
6. A Character Reference
7. Birth Certificate
8. A Sponsor Guarantee Letter
9. Applicants should be less than 25 or 27 years old at time of application.
How to Apply:
✔️Email these documents to me on: [email protected]
✔️I will apply on behalf of you and alert you about the status of your applications the same day or the next day.
✔️ I will guide you through your JW202 (students visa application) form should your application is successful
✔️ After the school processes your JW202 form and offer letters, they will post the originals to me. I will get them and deliver to the applicant with instructions on how to apply for a travel visa at the Chinese Embassy to travel to China 🇨🇳.
✔️ After all is done and dusted, you will be on the plane to China to start your new life.
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"A short Reminiscent."

It was 2011 September. I was already on the plane about to take off from the Jackson's International Airport to China via Hong Kong. A call arrived on my Nokia phone. I looked at the caller identity to see who was calling when I was about to take off. The caller ID on my humble Nokia screen read "Mommy". I answered the call and could hear her voice on the other end. Her voice was trembling. I could tell she was emotional. With tears in her voice, she said, "To-o namb pirip lo sikhan nalen pelep?" She used to call me "To-o" (short for Tony). It's her way to show us she loved us.
She said "To-o, are you really leaving me without saying goodbye?". Man, upon hearing those words, I literally broke down and teared up.
Tears flowed freely and I had to hide my face under the seat in front of me so no one could see. The only reply I could give her was, "Sorry, mom you are in Papyuku village in West Enga. I didn't have time to say goodbye to you!"

This still hurts me right now even as I am writing this piece.. I wish she was still with me today. I came back from China after one year to bury my dear mom...No matter how many blessings may come my way, how much money I may see in my lifetime, how pretty my wife and children may be, I will still be an unsatisfied and empty man. My mon (heart) didn't live to see me become the man she dreamt I would become one fine day.. If you still have your parents with you, cherish and treasure every single day and moment with them..

Cherish and treasure your parents ❤️🙏
I am a broken man..😭😭💔

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🚂 The journey is short ❤

An elderly woman got on a bus and sat down. At the next stop, a strong, grumpy young woman climbed up and sat down sharply beside the old woman, hitting her with her numerous bags.

When she saw that the elderly woman remained silent, the young woman asked her why she had not complained when she hit her with her bags.

The elderly woman replied with a smile: ′ ′ There is no need to be rude or discuss something so insignificant, as my trip next to you is so short because I am going to get off at the next stop. "

This answer deserves to be written in gold letters: ′ ′ There is no need to discuss something so insignificant, because our journey together is too short. "

Each of us must understand that our time in this world is so short, that darkening with struggles, useless arguments, jealousy, not forgiving others, discontent and an attitude of constant discovery is a ridiculous waste of time and energy.

Did someone break your heart ?. Stay calm.
The trip is too short.

Did someone betray you, intimidate, cheat or humiliate you? Relax. Excuse. The trip is too short.

Did someone insult you without reason ?. Stay calm. Ignore it. The trip is too short.

Did a neighbor comment on the chat that you didn't like ?. Stay calm. Ignore him. Forgive that. The trip is too short.

Whatever the problem someone has brought us, remember that our journey together is too short.

No one knows the length of that trip. Nobody knows when it will arrive at its stop. Our trip together is too short.

We will appreciate friends and family.

Let us be respectful, kind and forgive, we will be filled with gratitude and joy, after all our trip together is very short♥️🌹🌹🥀⚘💐🍁🐅

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“A woman is gifted with many creative abilities that can assist her loved ones, herself, and the world. She is an entire research and development department all in one. She sees possibilities and potential. She develops ideas and programs. She conceives and invents.

Your wife is an inherent incubator—she multiplies everything she receives. Give her a smile, and she’ll give you her heart. Give her “sperm, and she’ll give you a baby. Give her a house, and she’ll give you a home.Give her frustration, and…?

Husbands, pay attention: If you take a little idea and drop it into your wife’s mind, you’ll never get just an idea back—you’ll get a detailed plan!

Wives, your ability to think, incubate, and come up with plans is supposed to help your husband, but what are you using those abilities for? If you’re trying to prove to him that you’re just as good as he is, then you’re not his helper; you’re his competitor.

If your husband doesn’t pray, don’t browbeat him by asking, “Why don’t you ever get up and pray?” Pray for him. “For the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband” (1 Corinthians 7:14).

When your husband opens up to you, encourage him. Don’t knock him down with arguments and negativity, no matter how right you think you are. “A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger” (Proverbs 15:1).

Your spouse needs to hear sweet words from you, not the person lingering by the water cooler! “Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones” (Proverbs 16:24).”

Excerpt From
Keys for Marriage
Myles Munroe

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Inspiring Story💓

This security guard heard that the bank he was guarding was hiring.

He walked up to the Bank Manager and boldly told him that he is a graduate and would love to participate in the Aptitude test for the vacant position.

The Boss allowed him to write the test. He emerged the ' Best Candidate' and got the job.

The pic shows him on Friday: last day as a security man and Monday: first day as a Banker.

Congratulations brother👏🏽👏🏽

Indeed God works in many miraculous ways🙏🏻

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A beautifully written tribute for her best friend and soul mate.. This got me in tears. A tribute by Sharon Ignas for her late friend Jasmine Omena! 😢😭
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I first met Jaz in 2001, when we were both 9 years old, and starting off year 3 at Goroka International School. Her family had just moved back to Goroka from NSW, and my family had moved up to Goroka from Madang, and being the “newbies” we both were, we decided to pair up with each other when our class teacher Mr Kevin Tom instructed the class to find reading partners.

She was that cute, chubby, fair-skinned, rosy-cheeked, dark-haired “highlands girl”, who complemented my tall, dark, lanky, “nambis” self well. We hit it off almost immediately, her family became my family, mine became hers. Our homes had landlines back then, each other’s numbers memorized by heart, and as if seeing each other in school wasn’t enough, we’d also call each other on our landlines every other day to discuss “this” or “that”, almost always having something new to talk about (much to our parents’ dismay)😅.

The years went by, and it was 2005 when I showed up after the Christmas and New Year’s break to start year 6. As usual, I scanned the classroom for the only face I wanted to see, and my heart dropped when I couldn’t find it. Concerned, I approached the class teacher and asked “Where is Jasmine”? The teacher replied, “your friend has skipped year 6, and she is now in the year 7 class”. As if on impulse, I immediately announced to the teacher that I wanted to skip year 6 too. The next day, I carried my books and bag pack, and proceeded to Mr Liwayong’s year 7 class😅 I never did year 6, because of you❤️

We finished year 8 at GIS, and started off high school at Goroka Secondary School in 2007. To my dismay, we didn’t get “streamed” into the same class, but I didn’t mind as our classrooms were next to each other (you were in 9.5 and I was in 9.2), and as long as we got to see each other every day, and enjoy those walks home together after school, that was more than enough for us.

Senior high school came, and it was time for us to decide what we wanted to do with our lives. At the end of the year 10 national examinations, we both got placed into the 11.5 physics/chemistry class (ol sa tok disla class em “cream of the crop blo Goroka Secondary”😅. Despite this, we knew that wasn’t what we wanted to do in life. You knew you wanted to be a lawyer when you were still a child, after watching a “Judge Judy” episode, and I knew that was also the path I was destined for, so when the streaming process was finalized, we both settled for the 11.4, history/economics class.

High school was a whirlwind experience of its own. Two goofy teenagers, struggling to find their place in society, dealing with “icky boys” and our parents being in our faces all the time (we get it now Mr & Mrs O and Mr & Mrs I)😅 The end of year 12 came, we both applied to the UPNG School of Law, not knowing whether or not we’d succeed, next to the other great minds of this country.

We got the news of our admission to the School of Law the same time. Our 17–year old selves leaving the comfort of home for the first time, we boarded that plane for Port Moresby together, and started our uni journey. Of course we ended up being neighbors at DMK (female freshmen dorms at UPNG) in year 1, and then roommates at the International Village, in year 2 (the universe knew we couldn’t be apart so always made sure we were close)😅

Years 3 and 4 breezed by, and before we knew it, we were law school seniors in uni, running around trying to compile our Major Research Paper, and then anxiously waiting to see if we had passed and were eligible for graduation and subsequently admission to the Legal Training Institution for post-graduate legal studies before achieving our childhood dreams of becoming fully-fledged lawyers (and doing so side-by side😅)

We went up to that podium on the same day, our proud parents in the crowd, and received our Bachelor of Laws degrees in 2015. With no time to waste, we buried our noses in the textbooks again, and “endured” LTI. 2015 went by as quickly as it started, and before we knew it, we were again running around Port Moresby, getting our “Application for Admission as a Lawyer” drafted, filed and served, before admission day on February 26th, 2016 at the Waigani National Court. We took our Lawyer’s Oaths together, swearing to serve the Independent State of Papua New Guinea as officers of the courts, you in one courtroom, me in the other, and before we knew it, you were Counsel Omena, initial J, and I was Counsel Ignas, initial S, both with names permanently inked on the Lawyers’ Roll of 🇵🇬

Our legal careers had started. It was a dream come true (to say the least). You started off straight away with the Office of the Public Prosecutor, first as a Legal Officer, then Senior Legal Officer, then a gazetted State Prosecutor before you left me for the other world💔

Life happened of course, you went your way, I went mine. We talked almost every single day. The memes you’d randomly send me, the jokes that only you and I would get, the “Oi, meri, yu AWOL lo laif blo mi ya, are you having another boyfriend-related mental breakdown or”?😂

You moved back home to Goroka after the first few years in POM after admission to be closer to your parents, and I moved back home to be closer to mine, after I started working at Lihir. You insisted I send you a copy of my roster so you’d know exactly when I’d be on break, so you’d plan our catching up sessions around that😅

You are the ONLY person in this universe who knows me. Like REALLY know me. The ins and the outs. The deepest darkest secrets. We always said we were each other’s soul mates, as our lives, our brains, everything was intertwined. The second I lost my Yayen, you were the first person I messaged. I knew you’d get it. I knew you wouldn’t be “too wordy” with your messages back, I knew you’d allow me time to process things on my own, and deal with the grief my way. You were waiting for Yayen and me at home in Goroka when the helicopter brought him home. You were the only one of my friends who showed up for his funeral. You told me I wrote and read a beautiful eulogy, and told me “you are your father’s daughter, you are his pride, Em go but mipla lukim yu ya mipla lukim Em stap, pasin na olgeta samting blo em em yu karim raun stap”. You were the only one who would get it. Like really get it.

On the day of Yayen’s funeral up at the estate in May, I dropped you off at home after refreshments. You told me “Shazza ba mitla go planim Daddy lo Madang ya tsol circuit lo Buka too so larim ne go”. I told you I loved you, and that you didn’t have to worry, Yayen would understand, he always wanted us to succeed in our careers and was oh so ever proud of us. That was the last time I saw you alive. I hugged you tight outside your house, told you to have a good time in Buka, to take care, and that id see you very soon.

We moved back down to Madang a few months after that. You were crushed that you weren’t in town to see your best friend off, and told me “Goroka will never be the same again now that you’re not here” (I guess that jokes on me now Jazz😭). I flew home for break 3 weeks ago. You messaged me and said, “Shazza, me, mum and Dad will come down to Madang, spend a weekend with you guys, see Daddy’s tomb and then we’ll go back up”. I told you I couldn’t wait, I told you I had already made plans to take you to all my favorite islands in Madang, we’d get up to our crazy nonsense just being our goofy old selves, and then go back to “reality” after that.

Last Saturday, I was napping in the afternoon when I received a message that made my heart skip several beats. They told me you were not well, and were in hospital. I knew in my heart of hearts that I needed to be in Goroka immediately. I confided in Mum, she told me, “it’s a bit risky driving up by yourself, maybe you can fly up on Monday”. I told her “I know for a fact that Monday will be too late. I need to go and see her now”. That was how our minds were intertwined. I knew what you were thinking even before you said it, and vice versa.

I arrived in Goroka at 5pm on Sunday, drove like a madwoman to the hospital, parked the car, and ran straight in to see you. I held your hand, rubbed your feet, stayed with you the entire night, begged you to wake up and talk to me, but I got nothing. At 5am, with a heavy heart, I read to you the 23rd Psalm (the Lord is my Shepherd) and said a prayer with and for you. Our hearts continued beating together, until you left mine to beat alone in this cold, dark world, exactly 1.5 hours later💔

You taught me a lot of things, but you didn’t teach me how to live without you💔

I thank God for the beautiful life of Miss Jasmine Marilyn Garano Omena, I thank Mr & Mrs Omena for raising a God-fearing, disciplined young woman with a passion for good, and I thank Doni Omenafor sharing her sister with me💔 There are no words Jasmine, I never thought you’d leave me this way, you and I were gonna grow old together, you and I were gonna create beautiful legacies together, it wasn’t supposed to have ended this way💔

I want to question you God, I want to tell you this is unfair, that she didn’t deserve this, but your Word tells me to Trust you, so trust you I will, you gave her to me and now you’ve taken her from me, so only yu tasol saveh Papa God💔

Fly high Jasmine blo mi, may your beautiful beautiful soul rest in endless love, Miss Omena, initial J, for the State!👩🏾‍⚖️💔🕊💫💚

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A powerful testimony and story of success from one of our very own PNGan who is making his mark silently in the Transportation business in the USA. Be inspired by Charlie Peter Waro’s success story. Follow him on Facebook at Kumul Transportation, LLC to keep in touch with his many success stories.
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Today, August 9, 2021 at 4:52 pm ( USA time), my company-Kumul Transportation purchased Kumul 10, also known as the General Waro. This truck is dedicated to my father, Peter Waro. He, with only a first grade education chose truck driving to support his family in Lae City, Morobe Province. I have a memory from around 25 years ago of walking with my brothers and my father to the truck yard. My father's operations manager told my father to leave the truck yard ,- he did not want any children there. He also told us that none of us would ever be anything more than truck drivers - would never own a truck for ourselves. 3 years ago I proved him wrong. Today I officially prove him wrong once again with the purchase of a Brand New 2022 Kenworth W900 model and dedicating it to my hard working hero and dad, Peter Waro.
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During the Second World War, a soldier obtained leave allowing him to return to his home.

As soon as he reached the street near his house, he saw a parked military truck loaded with corpses and knew that the enemy had bombed his city.

The truck was carrying dozens of dead bodies and was preparing to transport them to a mass grave.

The soldier stood in front of the piled-up corpses to take a last look at them and noticed that a shoe on a woman's foot looked like a shoe he had previously bought for his wife.

He went to his house in a hurry to check on her but didn't find her. He quickly retreated and went back to the truck again to check the body and found his wife.

He was left shocked. He said, "I'll not want my wife buried in a mass grave".

So he asked her body be pulled from the truck in preparation for a proper burial.

During the transfer, it was found that she was still breathing slowly but with difficulty. He carried her to the hospital where the necessary first aid was given to her and she came back to life again.

Years after this incident and at the end of the war, the wife who was almost buried alive became pregnant and gave birth to a boy named Vladimir Putin.

He is the current president of Russia.