Been a quiet 2010 so far...
Quiet is good...
No more complexities of life for the moment until that day arises once again...

Inner peace is slowly coming back :) But i can never be the person i used to be...
Quiet and simple my life is right now... but it's good... i like it this way...

No one to answer to... no one to quarrel with and no one to worry about :)
and most importantly, no one to blame me... haha...

you're smart.. but not smart enough... GOTCHA~

Interesting web activities on me blog recently...

hmmm... some interesting activities here...
yup even though this blog is open and free for all...
it's for friends and enemies alike to read...
however, you and your friends/families with wonderful lives belong to a totally different category and are not welcomed...

bugger off... i will contact you when it's time... till then... if there is anything... talk to my lawyers... you're not worth it...

if your shallow mind can only phantom 1% of what you've put me through... and what i am still going through...
I don't have to wish you bad... just hope you go through the same as me... 100%... no more... no less... what goes around comes around... what you have put and are still putting me through... and the health issues you've caused my dad to go through because of your selfishness... i wish all what you have done to me... to come back to you one day...

And to that wonderful twit of yours... once again... you don't know me and did not listen to both sides of the story... so don't judge me... piss off...

For Dad...

Dedicated to dad... My hero... and the wind beneath my wings...
His favorite song...



Oh, oh, oh, oh -
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strain.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings

For Mum and Dad

Just a sudden and random thought that i would not be where i am today without them...
Especially for dad who really worked so hard to bring this family up and did his best to give me and my sis all we ever needed and wanted... without any lack...

They might not be the perfect parents... but they are good enough in every aspect...

They have seen me go through thick and thin... and many times they try to be strong in the face of despair... I know they are hurting as much... if not more than i am...

Gotta be strong and carry on... Not for anyone else... but for them...

just me...

i want to know what it's like to be happy once again...

RaNdOm qUoTeS

Its funny how you can be hurt so bad
from the person you least expected it from.

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The people who hurt me the most
were the people who swore they never would.

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Some people don't deserve the
memories you share with them.

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What goes around comes around.
That's what people say.
So to you...for all the pain you caused me
will come back to you someday.

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It's never your enemies that get you
It's always your own people

Tuấn Hưng - Cầu Vòng Khuyết

Ai đã yêu một lần, đều hạnh phúc với người mình yêu
Ai đã yêu một lần, đều trải qua cay đắng của tình yêu
Ngày xưa tôi cũng yêu người tôi yêu đẹp xinh
Như hoa như đôi thiên thần
Giờ đây tôi lặng im nhìn em xa rời tôi
Chia đôi cầu vồng ngày xưa

ĐK:
Đã khuya rồi vẫn ngồi đếm sao
Sương rơi lạnh ướt đôi bờ vai
Ánh trăng đã không còn nữa
Chỉ còn chiếc cầu vồng khuyết để mình tôi đơn côi
Đến bao giờ mới được có em
Đến bao giờ thấy được cầu vồng
Tôi ngồi giữa đêm lạnh vắng
Hỏi vì sao tôi lại khóc
Giờ mới biết đâu là yêu

It's getting lonely here...
I'm getting lonely...

I often think to myself...
How different my life would be... If i had / had not made that decision...

Anyways... Going home soon for a week...
I'm still a little "unwell"...

I'm having problems downloading this file...
So just saving it here and downloading it another day...

http://www.osha.gov/OshDoc/Directive_pdf/CPL_02-00-148.pdf

I wrote something down today but decided not to post it...
I just hope that person will be less selfish and let me find that person when it's time...
And it's time i had my say in matters...

It's worse for me being in this situation... than that person will ever know...

And to your "wonderful" supporter... mind your own business... you dont know me so dont judge me...
You have never been in my situation and what i have been through... so stop judging me and mind your own business...

Just me...

I just got lucky...

MBA Job Outlook Dims

New research suggests fewer companies will be hiring MBAs this year, and salaries in tech, financing, and manufacturing will be flat or down

By Anne VanderMey

By all objective measures, the summer of 2008 was a bad time for new MBAs to venture into the job market. The fed was slashing interest rates, CEOs were stepping down, and people were starting to mutter about recession. Unfortunately for the 2009 class of MBAs, that was just the tip of the iceberg.

This year, students will enter the job market with unemployment at a 16-year high, coveted jobs in investment banking and finance gone after the downturn gave way to a full-blown financial crisis, and an overall job picture for MBAs that is suddenly far darker than it was just a few months ago. While many companies are still expecting to hire MBAs, new research suggests that many others have hiring plans that are far from certain, and for the first time since the dot-com bust, overall salaries for new graduates may be flat or even down in some industries.

For Brian Hall, who will receive his MBA from the University of Michigan's Ross School of Business in the spring, the mood is one of "cautious optimism." Last summer the 27-year-old dual music and business student had an internship at Steinway & Sons (LVB), and though the legendary piano company initially talked about creating a new position for him once he graduated, it ultimately did not. For now, he has a few leads from potential employers, but most companies he talks to aren't willing to commit until their financial outlook is more secure. One of the problems is that the economy seems to fluctuate on an almost day-to-day basis. "Tomorrow there's an earnings report coming out, and believe me, I'll be on the Webcast," Hall said.

If the news is good? "I'll be on the phone with the recruiter."

Even if many can no longer take their pick from several jobs offers, MBAs are still a reasonably hot commodity. According to a November survey by the Graduate Management Admission Council, 59% of the employers said they would or probably would hire at least some new MBAs in 2009. However, one out of four said they will not or probably will not hire any MBAs this year. That's in sharp contrast to 2008, when only 17% of the employers said they did not plan to hire any MBAs.

Salary Stagnation

For new hires, the study predicts that the average MBA starting salary would likely remain at or below 2008 levels, a departure from the usual annual increases that MBA graduates have come to expect. In all, half the employers said MBA salaries would remain flat, while 35% predicted higher salaries and 15% said salaries would decrease or didn't know. High tech, finance and accounting, and manufacturing all had substantially more than half of all companies predicting no change in salaries, while energy, health care, and nonprofits/government all had more than half of all companies predicting higher MBA salaries in 2009.

The salary stagnation is likely a result of supply and demand being knocked "off kilter" by downsizing, says Steve Gross, a compensation analyst for Mercer Consulting. The employee retention rate is higher than it's been in years, and Gross says companies are looking to take care of their own before they start bringing on "new mouths to feed." Although 2010 will probably be a better year for graduating MBAs, it's hard to say for sure without an easy fix for the economy in sight. "There's just nothing on the horizon," he says.

Still, this year's expected salary freeze may be an improvement over the one that followed the 2001 recession, when MBA compensation dropped and then leveled off for several years, says Jackie Wilbur, the career development office director at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. In terms of hiring, recruiting, and salary for MIT grads, she says this year's decline is "literally not half as bad." She estimates that about half of the 2009 graduating class already has jobs lined up for graduation, about the the same number as in January 2008. But the assistant dean and director of MBA career services at Columbia Business School, Regina Resnick, notes that a lot can happen in coming months—good and bad. "It's still early yet," she says. "What I've learned is that things can turn quickly one way or the other."

A Different Ball Game

For some recruiters, there may be a silver lining to the downturn. Companies who weren't hit as hard by the recession have access to a group of graduates who are not as discerning about location or signing bonuses as they once were. Additionally, companies that can afford to keep the talent pipeline from running dry will see long-term advantages, says Steve Canale, head of recruiting for General Electric (GE). Although GE's hiring numbers are expected to dip this year, the company will still take on new MBAs, he said. One change is that more MBA hires will come from GE's expanded class of interns—who assimilate faster and have better retention rates. At Deutsche Bank (DB), it's a similar story. Recruiting is "slightly" down, says Kristina Peters, regional head of graduate recruiting for the bank, and most of the 2009 full-time hires are former interns.

What that means is there's even more pressure on students whose internships didn't lead to full-time employment—and there are a lot of them. On campus, career-services directors are finding fewer firms are making the effort to recruit for full-time hires on campus, and more are using job boards and other methods. At the University of California at Los Angeles' Anderson School of Management, in-person recruiting on campus dropped by roughly 24% from last year, said Eric Mokover, associate dean of career initiatives at the school. Meanwhile, full-time job posting—a recruiting method that doesn't require travel—has gone up around 13%. The school also purchased a $12,000 video-conferencing system, making it easier and less expensive for recruiters to connect virtually with potential hires.

So far, Mokover estimates that about a third of UCLA's 2009 MBA class has jobs lined up after graduation. That's significantly down from January 2008, a recurring theme for B-schools this year. The hope is that companies will start making offers once the economy improves, and the numbers will even out, but student's shouldn't count on it. Mokover warns against recession-induced "paralysis," stressing that students can't afford just to wait around for things to get better.

"Don't expect someone else to do it for you," he says. "You need to use every resource you can. From the school, from your undergraduate school, from your family contacts, from your former employer, friends, lovers, animals—whatever. Whatever it takes."

Anne VanderMey is a reporting intern at BusinessWeek. She is a recent graduate of the University of Michigan, where she was an editor and columnist at the student newspaper. Before coming to BusinessWeek, she worked several internships including The Hartford Courant.

Source : http://www.businessweek.com/bschools/content/feb2009/bs2009022_191866.htm

One Sweet Day...

Went to visit granny in the morning at St Michael's Church today before flying off...
To tell her to watch over me...

And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day

Love you Mama... It's been 3 years and I still miss you alot... Your smile, your laughter... and the way your eyes close to a slit and head tilt back when you're laughing out loud... :)
I know you're always watching over me (and everyone of my relatives) from up there...


Not forgetting you too Gongong... still missing you so much after 23 years...


My Mama and Gonggong taken think about 25-30 years ago in Melaka

Rotten Cheese that a bloody rat ate... and mooves on to the cow year...

2 more days left in Singapore... before i start my life somewhere real ulu...
having real mixed feelings... hope this year goes better for me...

but i expect some selfish nuisance barking beginning end of this year...
it's not what that happen that pisses me off... it's the bloody selfish accusations that still irks me...

But i'll settle the garbage eventually... not gonna lose whats mine so much i have saved for and paid for.. just because of a selfish nuisance... and got no shame... still so thick skin thinking i want to cling on to garbage...

but it's never wrong on the accusing side... it's always "my fault"... and when i deny.. i get accused again of saying i'm always correct... double whammy...
The rest wont be in this blog in anycase "the almighty" one has nothing to do and search the web for "the almighty's" name and start accusing again... to make "the almighy" feel better...

When everything is all said and done and the bloody toiletpaper is thrown away after wiping the bloody shit... i will probably blog about the amazing rubbish that has been thrown at me... and still kena accused that i can never admit i am wrong.. kena accused that i say i'm always right...
Think my genuine enemies got more compassion that some people...

What goes around comes around... for you, I hope it comes around again and again and again... and again... and for old times sake, again one more time...


Hmmm... Sounds like some people who like to complain that the coffee not being sweet enough.... but ACTUALLY, at the side, go makan some sweet dessert... then blame the coffee for not being sweet enough...
AND go find all sorts of reason and excuses... not to take the coffee and say that the coffee tastes bad and inferior... and got CONNED into taking the coffee in a cup...

But already signed credit card... and leave the coffee there with the cup... now dont want the coffee and the cup... and want to cancel payment after signature made...

But this can never happen to "the almighty"... no never to "the almighty"

张靓颖 Jane Zhang: 画心(Painted Heart)

16th Sept 2008


18th Oct 2008


1st Nov 2008

张靓颖 - 画心

Unable to see through your vacillating soul
Your sentiments are unfathomable through your eyes
Like a passing wind, a waking dream
Our love remains amorphous and insecure
Your heart, what taints it so?

The silhouette of your body disappears into the night
I watch the cherry blossoms bloom, awaiting their fate as I await mine
As I watch you embracing me, your eyes betray a heart that is lonelier than the moonlight
Thus I willingly let you seek happiness in someone else's arms ...

Dominating your love -- as elusive as controlling each heartbeat
Painting your heart's true feelings -- as difficult as drawing your bones
Remembering your expression keeps me persevering for your love to return
You are to me, a song that I can never finish singing

[Repeat last two sections]

(My heart is ever willing to sacrifice itself for your love)

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The song is sung in the perspective of the beleaguered wife of an endearing hero.

Her own heart is torn between that of two suitors -- one who is her old flame, but who gave up the fight; the other suitor remained by her side and became her husband by default.

With the arrival of an intoxicatingly charming woman into her household, her husband's attentions start to stray, and she begins to wonder if she had made the right choice.

The terms "painted heart" and "painted skin" presumably refer to the unfathomable heart of her husband and her old flame; and to the false facade of the demoness juxtaposed between the three parties.

When faced with the prospect of having endangering her husband and her loved ones, she sacrifices her own life. When her husband realises this, he previously ambivalent heart makes way for his own personal life sacrifice.

His deep regret for ever doubting his wife's love and sincerity touches the heart of the demoness, who ultimately also sacrifices herself in order to return mortal life to those who died fighting for their deeply selfless cause.

The movie beautifully compares and contrasts worldly and other-worldly love: The two share more in common than in differences.

Like art, which is open to personal interpretation, the meaning of true love ultimately shines through selflessness and faith.

Another 20+ days more before i start the position in a country not many people wanna go for the time being...

Wishing all a Happy 2009...
May it treat me better than 2008... i know it will... definitely...

Dre spent his new year in a far away land...

Downhere - How Many Kings

Follow the star to a place unexpected
Would you believe after all we’ve projected
A child in a manger

Lowly and small, the weakest of all
Unlikeliness hero, wrapped in his mothers shawl
Just a child
Is this who we’ve waited for?

Cause how many kings, stepped down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
How many Gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that has torn all apart?
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?

Bringing our gifts for the newborn savior
All that we have whether costly or meek
Because we believe
Gold for his honor and frankincense for his pleasure
And myrrh for the cross he’ll suffer
Do you believe, is this who we’ve waited for?
It’s who we’ve waited for

How many kings, stepped down from their thrones?
How many lords have abandoned their homes?
How many greats have become the least for me?
How many Gods have poured out their hearts
To romance a world that has torn all apart?
How many fathers gave up their sons for me?
Only one did that for me

All for me
All for you
All for me
All for you

Cake - I Will Survive

At first I was afraid
I was petrified
I kept thinking
I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Just thinking how you'd done me wrong
And I grew strong
I learned how to get along
So now you're back
From outer space
I just walked in to find you here
Without the look upon your face
I should have changed my f-ing lock
I would have made you leave your key
If I'd have known for just one second
You'd be back to bother me

Oh now go,
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire
Did you think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
I will survive
I will survive
Yeah, yeah

It took all the strength I had
Just not to fall apart
I'm trying hard to mend the pieces
Of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
But now I hold my head up high
And you see me
With somebody new
I'm not that stupid little person still in love with you
And so you thought you'd just drop by
And you expect me to be free
But now I'm saving all my loving
For someone who's loving me

Oh now go,
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire
Did you think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
As long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive
I've got all my live to live
I've got all my love to give
I will survive
I will survive
Yeah, yeah

A teacher decided to give her kids a show, and scarred one of the students for the rest of his life!

rEfLeCtIoNs...

Things have changed so much this year...
It's the year of the most change ever in my life...
Yeah shit happens and it's particularly sad when blame is put on you so that it gives the other party an easier reason to make the other party feel less guilty...
Well haha what to do... shit happens...

Moving on... would be working overseas as an expatriate... Gotta make that sacrifice as i've got a house to upkeep... Might be a good thing though... Living alone and starting life afresh...
Cos i know others may betray and fail you... but it's hard (possible though) for one to betray oneself... So now on i'm working for myself and career... and hope after everything is over and done with, i would never want to have anything to do with that person ever... Just my luck to have met someone like that...

Like one of my friends whom i've just known and who has experienced the same thing said, "it's been 3 over years... and i'm still picking up the pieces"... i guess i know what she means especially when you're the one on the receiving end...

I still get occasional bouts of depression now and then...
Not that i'm sad of what has happened (cos i'm actually glad it happened and just amazed that someone could actually do this and blame it on me and think so highly of oneself STILL)... more sad due to why has it got to happen to me...
Keep on asking myself "why me?"
Not to worry anyone i know, i normally keep stuff to myself... and guess it's better to suffer in silence rather than to let anyone worry about me...

Well, another year is coming to an end... 2008 has literally been the year of the highest "ups" and the lowest "downs" ever in my life...

I really and sincerely do wish no one would ever have to go through what i have gone through... never ever...

To anyone who is reading this...
God Bless and may 2009 be a better year for one and all...

Lots of love... to my someone out there... whoever you are... may you treasure me as much as i will treasure you...

Toni Basil performing Micky @ 62 yrs old... (in 2005)

I wanna dance like that when i'm 70... :)

Tình Em Sống Mãi

Đêm qua đêm trong mộng mơ
Em thường hay trông thấy anh
Luôn bên em trong mùa xuân muôn đời.

Như câu ca trên đại dương,
Đong đầy bao.. nhiêu luyến thương,
Anh cho em khung trời xanh thơ mộng.
Tình.. ta.. dù thoáng qua trong đời,
Trong trái tim em xin nguyện luôn tôn thờ.

Một.. khi.. mình đã trao cho nhau,
Nguyện trái tim chứa chan buồn vui,
Ân tình kia muôn kiếp không tan.

Yêu thương xin không hề phai
Cho dù qua bao đổi.. thay.
Trong tim em luôn mình anh... như một.
Cho trăm năm bóng hình ai
Luôn bền lâu trong đáy... tim,
Cho mi em không lệ hoen úa màu.

Tình ta dù thoáng qua trong đời,
Trong trái tim em xin nguyện luôn tôn thờ.
Một... khi... mình đã trao cho nhau,
Nguyện trái tim chứa chan buồn vui,
Ân tình kia muôn kiếp không tan.

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all

We've got connection~

Finally got connection...
Nothing to do here...
Nearest "town" is like 1/2 an hour away...

What to do... Gotta work and earn my money... Need to pay the house... I've got responsibilities unlike some people i know :)

Another 2 cases of a worthless name getting searched and linked to my blog... (by Stinktel Accounts)

Gotta put for the records again... if not i get smsed for no fuckin' reason and get scolded to "get a life" by the same worthless person...

Why in the fucking world would person from IP Address 220.255.7.211 do a Google search on a selfish, worthless, lying, cheating and accusing name on Oct 25th 3:55:50 am in the morning...

Then again... could be done by the same egoistic person... search own name...

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Another fuckwit with too much time on his/her hands... search my name together with that worthless name...

STOP FUCKIN DOING IT!

119.234.0.20 @ Oct 07, 06:54:53

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Presidential Dance Off

This is definitely a better way of deciding the leader of the free world instead of leaving it up to voters.



Very well done...

Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $5 each. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.

The man bought thousands at $5 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort.

He further announced that he would now buy at $10. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms.

The offer increased to $15 each and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it.

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50. However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on his behalf.

In the man's absence, the assistant told the villagers "Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at $45 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell them to him for $50 each."

The villagers rounded up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys. Then they never again saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!

And THAT ladies and gentleman is how the stock market works...

Part of my weapon collection...
It's licensed... cos they took down my particulars...

My pair of Octagonal Sai (Chrome) - Size 19.5

Parts of the Sai

Tsukagashira	The Butt of the handle
Tsuka	Handle
Yoko	Side Guards
Tsume	Side guard tip
Moto	Center point between the side guards
Monouchi	Blade
Saki	Tip of blade

RIP J. B. Jeyaretnam Sir...

Joshua Benjamin Jeyaretnam (January 5, 1926 - September 30, 2008)

for the records... someone googled a worthless name again... and it aint me...
it'd be damn funny again if i get accused for doing something this worthless...

Boy Shakira @ America's Got Talent

Boy Britney @ America's Got Talent

Derrick Barry as Britney Spears - America's Got Talent

The Girl With An Apple

The 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

HERMAN & ROMA ROSENBLAT

This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.
http://www.atlanticoverseaspictures.com/herman.htm

Dre is looking for a love that amazing...

sWeEt MeMoRiEs ArE mAdE oF tHeSe~

The TP Orientation (96/97) & (97/98) Events Memories



Credit goes to Ah Heng for taking the effort in converting, editing and compiling the VHS into digital format...

Sungha Jung - More than Words

Very few videos tug at my heartstrings... this is one of the very rare ones that do...

Father and Son Complete Marathon (Read Description First)

There are no words to describe what you're about to see. It's all about HIM!

A Son asked his father, "Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?" The father who, despite having a heart condition, says "Yes". They went on to complete the marathon together. Father and son went on to join other marathons. The father always saying "Yes" to his son's request of going through the race together. One day, the son asked his fater, "Dad, let's join the Ironman together."

To which, his father said "Yes".

For those who don't know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86 kilometer) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike ride and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along the coast of the Big Island.

Father and son went on to complete the race together!

Thanks...

Just got myself a 3W Tactical 176 Lumens CREE P4 LED Flashlight torch which looks something like this...

But it still does not satisfy my light hunger :p

YOU ARE MY STAR (From the Miss Universe Contest)

You are my star. You light my way.
You brighten all my nights and make my day.
You are my star, and even more,
You are the friend that I've been waiting for,
And if I start to lose my way,
I search the sky and find out where?you are.
Then I call on you to see me through
Because you are, because you are my star.

You are my star. I look at you
And feel my secret wish is coming true.
You are my star. I'm not alone
Now that I have one of my very own.
And even when the clouds appear
And cover all the other stars?there are.
I look up to you and you shine through
Because you are, because you are my star.

When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
Everything your heart desires
Will come to you.
When your heart is in your dreams
No request is too extreme.
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do.

Fate is kind, fate is kind.
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing.
Like a bolt, out of the blue,
Fate steps in and sees you through.
When you wish upon a star,
Your dreams, your dreams come true.

{break "la-la-la-la"}

Like a bolt, out of the blue,
Fate steps in and sees you through.
When you wish upon a star,
Your dreams (you light my way)
Come (you make my day)
True?.
You are my star. My secret wish is coming true.
You are my star.
You are my star.

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Miss Universe 1987 Evening Gown

c u soon...

and on another note... i think i shall have another blog and make it private...

My new memory device in LiquidMetal 8GB

Umbrella

I used to brush this song off as another meaningless song...
Until i listened to the mellow cover versions sung by Mandy Moore and Marie Digby...
Only then it hit me how meaningful the lyrics to the song "Umbrella" is...


Umbrella
You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
May be in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because

[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Told you we'll still love each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

These fancy things, will never come in between
You're part of my entity, here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart
Because

[Chorus]


You can run into my arms
It's OK don't be alarmed
Come here to me
There's no distance in between our love
So go on and let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more
Because

[Chorus]


It's raining
Ooh baby it's raining
Baby come here to me
Come here to me
It's raining
Oh baby it's raining

Naturally 7

i like it when they make the snares...

FAIL


and curse to all who enjoy making people feel miserable... and even those who think they are correct all the time and not bother to the liabilities i have to bear...

tHe FuCkInG nUtS pOsT...

The accusations are getting more and more amazing... THIS ONE TAKES THE CAKE!

Some people are just fucking crazy... fucking nuts...

Think too highly of themselves... why in fuck's sake would i go google a fucking name for fuck...

Think i got so much time?
At least i don't have so much time spent flirting with colleagues at work and going out with them giving all other excuses...

For fuck's sake... FUCK OFF ALREADY!

And fucking leave me alone!
Life was so much better without you... and it's getting so much better without you now and you fucking accused me of googling your stupid fuck name for fuck?!
Don't fucking flatter yourself...
You're already not worth my attention a long time ago... Don't put yourself on a pedestal...

Here i am at the airport waiting for the plane...
Alone this time... away from everything :)
Sweet relief...

Got this from an online forum...
Up to whoever is reading to interpret how true this is...

http://www.womensinfidelity.com/

-Michelle Langley, author of Women's Infidelity

Women's relationships today follow
a very predictable pattern:

• They push men for commitment
• They get what they want
• They lose interest in sex
• They become attracted to someone else
• They start cheating
• They become angry and resentful
• They begin telling their partners that they need time apart
• They blame their partners for their behavior...and eventually, after making themselves and everyone around them miserable for an indefinite, but usually, long period of time, they end their relationships or marriages.

If you're a male, like most other males, you would probably never suspect that your partner is cheating, not only because of your wife’s or girlfriend’s seeming disinterest in sex; but also because you have the belief that your wife or girlfriend is a “good girl”. Unfortunately, males are frequently left/divorced by their wives and girlfriends without ever knowing about their wives' and girlfriends' infidelities.

If you’re a female, like most other females, prior to cheating on your partner you always proclaimed yourself to be "not the type" who would ever cheat. However, also like most other females, after they have cheated, you're shocked and appalled by your behavior; but at the same time you can't stop cheating.

Women's relationships and marriages will continue to follow this same pattern unless we develop an accurate understanding of females, particularly in regard to their sexuality. In fact, after researching women's sexuality for more than ten years, I can honestly say that most of our societal beliefs about females are grossly distorted and many are completely erroneous.

The media has finally begun to acknowledge, albeit to a small degree, the widespread problem of female infidelity. Recently, several books and articles have attempted to explain why women are now cheating as much as men. However, none were successful in their attempt. All of them left out very important pieces to this extremely complicated puzzle. I believe the majority were simply unable to find all of the information necessary to figure out the problem. Although, I'm certain that some were just afraid to disclose certain key pieces of information because the truth, quite frankly, is so contrary to our current beliefs. Unfortunately, without these missing pieces, it's impossible to understand, and to subsequently fix, the real problem occurring in relationships today.

More on website...
http://www.womensinfidelity.com/

Stage 1 - 4 how true... and it's written by a woman...

Someone sent me a mail with this written on it...

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.

Still stands true... and can never be more true... -> The greatest hate springs from the greatest love.

Star Of David

Hong Meng got something like this for me from Israel... Exactly what i wanted...
Thanks Hong Meng... you're a real pal...

A Spanish proverb... El mayor aborrecimiento, en el amor tiene su cimiento.

The greatest hate springs from the greatest love.

Rick Astley's MCQ Question for the day

http://www.yougotrickrolled.com/

Graduation Ceremony
Winthrop Hall
Monday, 7 April 2008, at 7:30 p.m.

MBA conferred in absentia