Monday, November 24, 2008

Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.
I was tagged by:
yoke ha

I tag:
no one. =D


1st : What's your name?

#sunny


2nd : How old are you?


#18


3rd : What are three electronics you can't live without?

# handphone

#computer

#modem(with working internet)


4th : Are you amazing?


#nop


5th : What is the brand of the phone you are using?

# nokia n some ciplak china phone


6th : What colour is your phone?

#the nokia is um.. transparent, the china phone's black


7th : Have you slept in school before?

# seldom la. =P


8th : How long are you online in one day?

#depends


9th : How would you describe yourself?

#undescribable


10th : What's your favourite topic to talk about?

#anything's fine, just as long its a two way conversation


11th : Which teacher do you like?

# ooo, lots, actuali i tink i like all of them cept wan. my programming lecturer. ><>


12th : Who do you think is the most handsome in your class?

#most handsome ar? hard to say, they are all pretty good looking.


13th : Who are you currently aiming on?

# dear dear~


14th : Do you know a lot of your sibling's secrets?

#none tat i noe of,


15th : How do you rate your sibling?

#one of a kind


16th : Is your sibling gorgeous?


# yeaps, duno wat happened to me though, TT


17th : Do you judge people?

#nah, jz let them be hu they are n deal wif it. hehe


18th : Do you run?

#depends. =P


19th : Are you lazy to tag people?

#yea.


20th : Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

#ashley. ^^


21st : What's 2 + 2?

#we will never noe


22nd : Who's your idol?

#um.... i dun reali have one.


23rd : Are you a monster?

#onli when it comes to eating. =P


24th : Do you play with Barbie dolls?

#im starting to feel tis tag is for gurls. == n no. never did, never will. hehe


25th : What was the last movie you watched?


#high school musical 3. cant wait for tis saturday~~


26th : What do you think about your English?

#amazing if i could master more of it.


27th : What do you think about your Bahasa Malaysia?

#wat tat? can eat wan ar?


28th : Who do you hate?

#hate is a very strong word..


29th : Do you love yourself?

#nop. hehe, too much of myself i wish wasnt me


30th : Blurt out 5 random words

#== (does tis count as a word?)

#rabbit

#piece

#writing for science

#h3lysV

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Girl With An Apple

(This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman Rosenblat. He was Bar Mitzvahed at age 75)



August 1942. Piotrkow , Poland .



The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square.



Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.



'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen.



'I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker.



An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down, and then asked my age.



'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.



My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people.



I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?'



He didn't answer.



I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her.



'No, 'she said sternly.



'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers.'



She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.



My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany .



We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers.



'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.'



I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator.



I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number.



Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin .



One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice..



'Son,' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel.'



Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream.



But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.



A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.



On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.



I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German 'Do you have something to eat?'



She didn't understand.



I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life.



She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence.



I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'



I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple.



We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both.



I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me?



Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.



Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia .



'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving..'



I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.



We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed.



On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM.



In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over.



I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.



But at 8 A.M. there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers.



Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived;



I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival.



In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none.



My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.



Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America , where my brother Sam had already moved I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years.



By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop.. I was starting to settle in.



One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me.



'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.'



A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me.



But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma.



I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.



The four of us drove out to Coney Island . Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with.



Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!



We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.



We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat.



As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?'



'The camps,' I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.



She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany , not far from Berlin ,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.'



I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.



'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'



What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked.



'He was tall, skinny, and hungry... I must have seen him every day for six months.'



My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it.



This couldn't be.



'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?'



Roma looked at me in amazement. 'Yes!'



'That was me!'



I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it! My angel.



'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.



'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week.



There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.



That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go.



Herman Rosenblat of Miami Beach , Florida



This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

sorry

sorry ar, tis few dayz got a few assignments n tests coming up. =D will update.. if i have the time.. later. =P






n jz a shoutout to my very stressed utar frends...






Success







is not measured by what we have.














It is about who we are and what we give.




Friday, November 7, 2008




Ok ok, time for the post on chu's burthday. Due to technical problems, one after another, the post has been postponed till nw, hehe. Honestly i alreadi forgot most of what happened, but ill try my best to write wat i can remember, =D



Alrite, chus burthday is actuali on 5th of tis month, 1 day before Jareen's. =D
Since we finish earli on wednesdays, they decided to go eat at tis steamboat shop opposite Sunway pyramid. The original plan was wanting to eat then go to Sunway, but due to time restriction, next time nia la. =D

P/S: for more stories on tis, please go to chus blog n read.

So took three cars there i tink. At first when we reached, they closed their shop. Said preparing for the dinner. So all so disapointed ledi. Then SUDDENLY, Kar Wai went near the door, The lady straight come ask him, how many ppl. haha =P
Lucki kar wai got go. Hehe.

The steamboat was all u can eat, so Kenneth most happy la =P. kidding kidding hehe.
Nothing much to write about, jz look at the pics. XD







View of how we eat XD

SO clean rite?! hehe
Duno is eat tissue or steamboat =P




In the middle, they started eating the ice cream.




During the middle, ken start "in heat" and started taking tis kind of pics!.
since td 15 very innovative............ the pictures start to have variation.



p/s : i regret taking tis pic





Random pics~~







me n liew
ching yong n joyce



liew n may
Liew eat too full =P
+joyce


joyce, christina, chu

chu n christina

pei wen n christina

chu n yoke hamay ,liew ,joyce


chu n me

ching yong n christina





CAKE


Chu make a wish too hard...... Until.............


































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hehe, actuali its the candles, can keep relighting wan, so chu keep blowing lo.. =P
credits to nicholas for the candles. =P


















More random pics




the girls








Husband n wife fight.









Wife merajuk


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Before leaving took some car pics lor, its actuali the ppl hu sat in the car n the cars. =P


Ching yong's wira




Pei wen's Myvi






And last but nt least, CLK( cute little kelisa)




Tis one is random =P





EVEN MORE random pics






the legendary,.. Bill.








*left=jealous girl
*right=syok sendiri guy =P (kidding kidding hehe)















Guess hu did tis?!









GIve u clue



























alreadi so obvious sommore May try to fitnah innocent ppl ! =P














But of course... awwww hehe


















*may merajuk*











~The one man show~
he make the shop lose money haha
jz see his eat finish wan rubbish!




















then he feel bad coz let the shop lose so much money
so try help lor. =P













chu, pei wen, may

like singing nia me
KAR WAI, the onli non td15. lol.





























Tats all lo, for nw. =D
n pic of the day goes to......................




























Look very romantic wat =P
kidding kidding. hehe
pic of the day goes to................




































lovely couple?
hehe
kidding kidding.

SERIOUSLY,
Pic of the day goes to........................






































































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