Recently I was in Cameron Highlands over the weekend and came across two interesting food outlets. The first one was in Tanah Rata called T- Cafe.
They served local dishes and also Western food. It's located upstairs and in a very cosy place. On the walls had postcards sent from past diners. Try their scones with strawberry jam..
The other place is called Strawberry Moments, a cafe located in Brichang. You can buy chocolate strawberries or the strawberry strudel.
Finally, a blog of my own... My hope is that when you read my blog you would be encouraged as we journey through life.
27 December 2008
04 December 2008
More unusual sign posts
01 December 2008
Something to Think About
Author: Unknown
Did you know....
Beethoven was told by his music teacher that as a composer, he was hopeless.
Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper because he had "no good ideas".
Thomas Edison was told by his teacher that he was too stupid to learn anything.
Albert Einstein was four yrs old before he spoke. He stuttered until he was nine. He was advised to drop out of high school and was told by his teachers that he would never amount to much.
Henry Ford's first 2 automobile businesses failed.
Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team!
William H. Macy's store failed 7 times before it caught on.
Stephen Spielburg dropped out of high school as a sophomore. He was persuaded to come back and was placed in a learning disabled class. He lasted a month.
Ray Krok failed as a real estate salesperson before discovering the idea for McDonald's.
Did you know....
Beethoven was told by his music teacher that as a composer, he was hopeless.
Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper because he had "no good ideas".
Thomas Edison was told by his teacher that he was too stupid to learn anything.
Albert Einstein was four yrs old before he spoke. He stuttered until he was nine. He was advised to drop out of high school and was told by his teachers that he would never amount to much.
Henry Ford's first 2 automobile businesses failed.
Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team!
William H. Macy's store failed 7 times before it caught on.
Stephen Spielburg dropped out of high school as a sophomore. He was persuaded to come back and was placed in a learning disabled class. He lasted a month.
Ray Krok failed as a real estate salesperson before discovering the idea for McDonald's.
27 November 2008
Understanding Engineers
Two engineering students were walking across the campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?"
The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike.
She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said,"Take what you want."
The second engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."
To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
A priest, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. The engineer fumed, "What's with these people? We've been waiting for 15 minutes!
The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!"
The priest said, "Hey, here comes the green keeper.Let's have a word with him."
"Hi George, what's the matter with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"
The green keeper replied, "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind fire-fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime."
The group was silent for a moment. Then the priest said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight."
The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist friend and see if there is anything he can do for them."
The engineer said, "Why can't they play at night?"
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A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The woman below replied, "You are in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."
"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist. "I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?"
"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is, technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost.
Frankly, you've not been much help so far."
The woman below responded, "You must be in Management."
"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"
"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault."
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What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers?
Mechanical Engineers build weapons. Civil Engineers build targets.
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Normal people believe that if it isn't broken,don't fix it.
Engineers believe that if it isn't broken, it doesn't have enough features yet.
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One day, an engineer was crossing a road when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess".He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.
The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.
The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.
Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"
The engineer said, "Look. I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."
The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike.
She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said,"Take what you want."
The second engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."
To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
A priest, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. The engineer fumed, "What's with these people? We've been waiting for 15 minutes!
The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!"
The priest said, "Hey, here comes the green keeper.Let's have a word with him."
"Hi George, what's the matter with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"
The green keeper replied, "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind fire-fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime."
The group was silent for a moment. Then the priest said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight."
The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist friend and see if there is anything he can do for them."
The engineer said, "Why can't they play at night?"
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A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The woman below replied, "You are in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."
"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist. "I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?"
"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is, technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost.
Frankly, you've not been much help so far."
The woman below responded, "You must be in Management."
"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"
"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise, which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault."
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What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers?
Mechanical Engineers build weapons. Civil Engineers build targets.
**********************************************************************************
Normal people believe that if it isn't broken,don't fix it.
Engineers believe that if it isn't broken, it doesn't have enough features yet.
*********************************************************************************
One day, an engineer was crossing a road when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess".He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.
The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.
The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.
Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"
The engineer said, "Look. I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."
22 November 2008
Goodbye Manual and Hello Auto!
No Diesel...No Biodiesel..Just Recycled Palm Oil
Recently I was invited for a launch to conserve electricity at 1Utama. Saw this bus outside. It doesn't run on petrol but recycled oil palm! It has travelled from Penang to Kuala Lumpur. It's appliances in the bus is powered by solar. (notice the solar panels on top of the bus...it can be extended out when needed)
The bus is owned by Center for Education Training & Research In Renewable Energy Efficiency (CETREE)Universiti Sains Malaysia. Click here
29 October 2008
27 October 2008
Civil Engineering Feats2
Came across some photos of highways in Japan. Here.
"Photographer Ken Ohyama (Oyama) opens our eyes to the under appreciated architecture and engineering feats of today’s modern highway interchanges.
Although they are a complex series of roads when looked from afar and breathtakingly powerful when viewed up close, we often ignore these modern mysteries of marvel as part of the back ground in our fast paced lifestyles."
Although they are a complex series of roads when looked from afar and breathtakingly powerful when viewed up close, we often ignore these modern mysteries of marvel as part of the back ground in our fast paced lifestyles."
The one I like is shown here..probably not one of those you like to be lost in.
26 October 2008
Multi Purpose Sign Post
When I went to Penang a couple of months ago I saw an ASTRO dish attached to a sign post by the road side.
Recently we also came across this sign post which was used for various purposes.
The "BERHENTI" sign (or STOP sign) has been used to stick advertisments.
Then it's also used to secure sugar canes belonging to a trader who sells sugar cane juice at the junction.
Recently we also came across this sign post which was used for various purposes.
The "BERHENTI" sign (or STOP sign) has been used to stick advertisments.
Then it's also used to secure sugar canes belonging to a trader who sells sugar cane juice at the junction.
19 October 2008
Civil Engineering Feats 1
14 October 2008
12 October 2008
The Human Brain
I receive this interesting email clip about the human brain........
If something‘s rotating – go home, you need a break!
Take a look at the picture? What do you see?
Look at the cross a bit longer and you‘ll notice that all dots except the green one will disappear.
The human brain tricks us whenever it can!
"I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdaniegThe phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid! Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh, and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt."\
If something‘s rotating – go home, you need a break!
Take a look at the picture? What do you see?
Research has shown that young children cannot identify the intimate couple because they do not have prior memory associated with such a scenario.
Children see nine dolphins.
This is a test to determine if you already have a corrupted mind. If it is hard for you to find the dolphins within six seconds, your mind is indeed corrupted.
Want to confuse your eyes and brain a bit? Yes? Then you might want to have a look at the following pics ..
Concentrate on the cross in the middle, after a while you will notice that this moving purple dot will turn green!
Look at the cross a bit longer and you‘ll notice that all dots except the green one will disappear.
* 1) Stare at the 4 little dots on the middle of the picture for 30 seconds
* 2) then look at a wall near you
* 3) a bright spot will appear
* 4) twinkle a few times and you‘ll see a figure
* 5) What do you see? Or even WHO do you see?
07 October 2008
The Window
Reading a post from one of my learned frens (here) about her recent laundry experience reminded me of a power point clip sent to me by one the secretaries in my office.......
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood
The next morning, while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hang the wash outside.
The laundry is not very clean, she said, she doesn’t know how to wash correctly.
Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.
Her husband looks on, but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband, “Look! She has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this.”
The husband said, “ I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.”
And so it is with life:
What we see when watching others, depends on the purity of the window through which we look.
Before we give any criticism, it might be a good idea to check our state of mind and ask ourselves if we are ready to see the good rather than to be looking for something in the person we are about to judge.
And oh yes! I almost forgot…… I see you today much clearer than I did yesterday… And you?
-SERGIMAGE
A young couple moves into a new neighborhood
The next morning, while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hang the wash outside.
The laundry is not very clean, she said, she doesn’t know how to wash correctly.
Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.
Her husband looks on, but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments.
About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband, “Look! She has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this.”
The husband said, “ I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.”
And so it is with life:
What we see when watching others, depends on the purity of the window through which we look.
Before we give any criticism, it might be a good idea to check our state of mind and ask ourselves if we are ready to see the good rather than to be looking for something in the person we are about to judge.
And oh yes! I almost forgot…… I see you today much clearer than I did yesterday… And you?
-SERGIMAGE
03 October 2008
Two For the Price Of One
This Raya Holidays my family, together with my parents and my sis had an outing to the movies. We went to watch Mamma Mia.
Cinema has gone through a lot of changes since my dad’s time. I remember going for movies in the large cinemas like the Rex Theatre. I remember watching Jurassic Park when my other half was expecting our first child. Mum had a word or two to say about watching Jurassic Park while you are pregnant! Anyway the kid turned out fine…didn’t look at all like T-Rex!
Well all these cinemas are on the endangered list as several other older theaters have closed down and have been replaced by newer multiplexes.
Back to my story…The air conditioning in Cineplex in Jusco Selatan was really cold and that meant more trips to the toilets. First dad went and I went out just to make sure he got back into the right Cineplex. Then mum disappeared to the toilet too. She took a long time to come back. We were about to send for the search party but finally she came back.
Cinema has gone through a lot of changes since my dad’s time. I remember going for movies in the large cinemas like the Rex Theatre. I remember watching Jurassic Park when my other half was expecting our first child. Mum had a word or two to say about watching Jurassic Park while you are pregnant! Anyway the kid turned out fine…didn’t look at all like T-Rex!
I used to remember in those days that you could buy first class tickets (balcony seats) until 3rd class tickets. (right in front of the stage on wooden chairs).
My dad used to tell me that the cinema in Cameron Highlands has a leaky roof and one would have to bring an umbrella just in case.
Well all these cinemas are on the endangered list as several other older theaters have closed down and have been replaced by newer multiplexes.
Back to my story…The air conditioning in Cineplex in Jusco Selatan was really cold and that meant more trips to the toilets. First dad went and I went out just to make sure he got back into the right Cineplex. Then mum disappeared to the toilet too. She took a long time to come back. We were about to send for the search party but finally she came back.
After the show, on the way out dad told me that mum paid for the price of one ticket but watch two movies. Apparently after coming of the toilet, she went into the wrong Cineplex and when she couldn’t spot any of us, she decided to sit down until one of us came to get her. Then she realized that this movie was not Mamma Mia and that meant she was definitely in the wrong Cineplex!
We all had a good laugh all the way out!
02 October 2008
Sushi
My daughter loves sushi but my son doesn’t. So whenever the son is not around, we will go for sushi. We frequently eat at the Sushi King.
For more info on Sushi King in Malaysia pl visit http://www.sushi-king.com/
We have tried the one in Metro Point though on our visit there, we found a small cockroach.
This Raya holidays we decided to give it another try and this time we didn’t find one and the place was well kept...so that’s good.
This Raya holidays we decided to give it another try and this time we didn’t find one and the place was well kept...so that’s good.
Actually I prefer the Sakae Sushi. Unfortunately there are very few outlets compared to Sushi King. We tried the one in the Curve and the selections are much better.
Well, if you would like to find our the locations of Sakea Sushi in Malaysia pls visit http://www.sakaesushi.com.my/my.html
But eating Japanese could be expensive so my other half has learned how to make them. She gets the ingredients from Jusco and not from my latest collection of fish.
They are not meant for sushi! I bought this unusual bowl at Macy recently and thought I would keep a pair of goldfish in my office.
The last time I kept goldfish was 20+ years ago. A good Kiwi friend gave me a bowl of goldfish for my birthday if I am not mistaken.
27 September 2008
Free Hugs
Recently some UNITEN students carried out the Free Hugs Campaign as one of their moral studies project (Projek Khidmat Siswa). Our office often receives various facilities requests for these Moral Studies project and this is one the unique ones.
A hug is defined as to clasp or hold closely, especially in the arms, as in affection; embrace. The hugs are meant to be random acts of kindness - purportedly selfless acts performed by a person for the sole reason of making others feel better.
I didn’t think much of the project until the day I had to accompany the QE assessors around campus. At the College of Engineering (COE) I saw the booth setup for this campaign. Then I recognized one of young learner friends that I knew. Instantly I knew I was heading for one of those hugs….no way to avoid it at all! True enough once he saw me, he came and gave me a hug.
I found out from Wikipedia that this Free Hugs Campaign is a social movement involving individuals who offer hugs to strangers in public places. The campaign in its present form was started in 2004 by an Australian man known only by the pseudonym "Juan Mann". The campaign became famous internationally in 2006 as the result of a music video on YouTube by the Australian band Sick Puppies.
A hug is defined as to clasp or hold closely, especially in the arms, as in affection; embrace. The hugs are meant to be random acts of kindness - purportedly selfless acts performed by a person for the sole reason of making others feel better.
In UNITEN last year, the staff started addressing each other as sahabat (friend). At all our team building programs, it has always ended with a round of hugs…(of course, guys and guys or gals and gals). In some ways it has broken the bonds between colleagues and has enriched the team spirit. I believe it is a good work culture but we must be careful not to take advantage of the sahabat spririt.
A 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) http://www.atlanticoverseaspictures.com/index.htm
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.
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.
25 September 2008
Hari Raya
Hari Raya Aidilfitri (also Hari Raya Puasa, literally "Celebration Day of Fasting") is the Malay term for the Muslim festival of Eid ul-Fitr. Muslims in my office celebrate Eid like other Muslims throughout the world. The term "Hari Raya" literally means "Day of Celebration" — it is also occasionally used to refer to Eid ul-Adha in the form of "Hari Raya Aidiladha".
The main greeting used by Muslims in Malaysia and Singapore is "Selamat Hari Raya" which means "Happy Eid" in Malay. Another greeting is "maaf zahir dan batin" which translates loosely to "I seek forgiveness (from you) physically and spiritually", for Hari Raya is a time to reconcile and renew relationships with others.
- From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia online
This year my office decided to come with a more elaborate E-Raya greetings. It was great time to spur everyone into the celebration mood. As one of my bosses commented, "nice video, good teamwork and sahabat spirit.….semua nampak segak dan bergaya (everyone looks smart and elegant)", I hope this will give you a glimpse of the Hari Raya in Malaysia.
The main greeting used by Muslims in Malaysia and Singapore is "Selamat Hari Raya" which means "Happy Eid" in Malay. Another greeting is "maaf zahir dan batin" which translates loosely to "I seek forgiveness (from you) physically and spiritually", for Hari Raya is a time to reconcile and renew relationships with others.
- From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia online
This year my office decided to come with a more elaborate E-Raya greetings. It was great time to spur everyone into the celebration mood. As one of my bosses commented, "nice video, good teamwork and sahabat spirit.….semua nampak segak dan bergaya (everyone looks smart and elegant)", I hope this will give you a glimpse of the Hari Raya in Malaysia.
23 September 2008
Ways to know you are Chinese
Was helping with the dishes today and the sight of the plastics containers (no.12) left to drip dry near our dish rack in our kitchen reminded me of this old email I received. In fact there are 88 of them (you probably know why!) but i will only share the ones i like and can "relate" to.
1. You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.
2. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.
3. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.
4. You boil water and put it in the refrigerator.
5. You eat all meals in the kitchen.
6. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.
7. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.
8. You always leave your shoes at the door.
9. You have a piano in your living room.
10. You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).
11. You twirl your pen around your fingers.
12. You don't own any real Tupperware-only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, take out containers, and jam jars.
13. You have a collection of minature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.
14. You wipe your plate and utensils before you eat every time you go to a restaurant.
15. You own a rice cooker.
16. You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.
17. You fight (literally) over who pays the dinner bill.
18. Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.
19. You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.
20. You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.
21. You beat eggs with chopsticks.
22. You have a teacup with a cover on it.
23. You reuse teabags.
24. You have a drawer full of old pens, most of which don't write anymore.
25. You're a wok user.
26. You like congee with thousand year old eggs.
27. You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached-it means they're fresh.
28. You never call your parents just to say hi.
29. You always cook too much.
30. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.
31. Also, if you don't live at home, your parents always want you to come home.
32. When you're sick, they also tell you not to eat fried foolds or baked foods because they produce hot air (Yee-Hay in Cantonese).
33. Your parents never go to the movies.
34. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table. 35. You starve yourself before going to all you can eat buffet.
36. You never discuss your love life with your parents.
37. Your parents are never happy with your grades
38. You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.
39. You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.
40. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.
41. You say "whie" when anwsering your cell phone.
42. You are familiar with the term "aiee yah.....".
43. You enclose your remote controls in plastic to keep greasy fingerprints off them.
1. You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.
2. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.
3. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.
4. You boil water and put it in the refrigerator.
5. You eat all meals in the kitchen.
6. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.
7. You use grocery bags to hold garbage.
8. You always leave your shoes at the door.
9. You have a piano in your living room.
10. You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).
11. You twirl your pen around your fingers.
12. You don't own any real Tupperware-only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, take out containers, and jam jars.
13. You have a collection of minature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.
14. You wipe your plate and utensils before you eat every time you go to a restaurant.
15. You own a rice cooker.
16. You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.
17. You fight (literally) over who pays the dinner bill.
18. Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.
19. You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.
20. You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.
21. You beat eggs with chopsticks.
22. You have a teacup with a cover on it.
23. You reuse teabags.
24. You have a drawer full of old pens, most of which don't write anymore.
25. You're a wok user.
26. You like congee with thousand year old eggs.
27. You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached-it means they're fresh.
28. You never call your parents just to say hi.
29. You always cook too much.
30. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.
31. Also, if you don't live at home, your parents always want you to come home.
32. When you're sick, they also tell you not to eat fried foolds or baked foods because they produce hot air (Yee-Hay in Cantonese).
33. Your parents never go to the movies.
34. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table. 35. You starve yourself before going to all you can eat buffet.
36. You never discuss your love life with your parents.
37. Your parents are never happy with your grades
38. You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.
39. You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.
40. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.
41. You say "whie" when anwsering your cell phone.
42. You are familiar with the term "aiee yah.....".
43. You enclose your remote controls in plastic to keep greasy fingerprints off them.
22 September 2008
A Trip to FRIM
When I first I heard that my young learned friends (YLF) wanted to plan for a nature walk at Forest Research Institute Malaysia (FRIM) I expected it to be in the day, so I thought that should not be a problem. After agreeing to be the official escort for them, it turned out to be a night walk!
The last time I went in the day walk at FRIM, I came back with leeches bite…I couldn’t imagine what it would be like in the night! More ever it has been raining lately!
I was contemplating of waiting in the bus for them but then it would be a 3 hr wait!
So I decided to joined them on the walk…of course being the oldest in the group. I guess the guide knew that as he kept shining his torch light on the path way for me. We were not allowed to bring any torches with us but with technology these days most hand phones were bright enough to light the way!
It was an interesting walk. We started off with the Keruing Nature Trail followed by the Salleh Nature Trail and lastly the Rover Trail which took us through the Waterfall and finally ending up at the Picnic Area.
My YLF either had their hands tied up or were blindedfolded for the first 100m of the walk. All 48 of them were tied to each other at the waist. You could imagine the amount of commotion that went along the way!
The walk provided a ‘window' for us urban people to see a simplified rain forest ecosystem. On one of the trails, we could smell the offensive odour that came from the fruits of a Kulim (Garlic Tree) scattered on the ground. The guides also pointed out to us the glowing fungus in the forest, spiders and butterflies…though it took us a while to figure out where he was pointing to.On the way we saw roots of trees that took dramatic and artistic forms. We were told that this was so that they could function effectively as anchors for the tree.
The guide showed us a tree (can't remember its name) which we could use to shelter ourselves if we were lost in the forest and how by hitting the tree it produces sound to alert the search party.
The highlight of the nature walk was when we were told to look up! We could see "puzzle-like" pattern of the individual tree crowns separated by gaps and outlined against the sky. This phenomenon is called crown shyness. Like a magnet, the leaf tips of kapur, Dryobalanops aromatica , appear to be shy towards their own kind, hence forming the gap.
Many step into this world expecting venomous snakes at every turn, leeches at every step but with 40 odd energetic YLF, the animal world would have been wise to stay away!
Even the leeches also stayed away… I received this sms on my way home at 1.55 am
“No leeches Mr Mike! Hehe…nite nite!”
Visit http://info.frim.gov.my/cfdocs/ecotour/index.html for more info and don’t miss on the canopy walkway, a walkway system and the platforms at vantage points from which one experiences a panoramic view of the forest. FRIM has one such walkway that has proved to be extremely popular with visitors.
The last time I went in the day walk at FRIM, I came back with leeches bite…I couldn’t imagine what it would be like in the night! More ever it has been raining lately!
I was contemplating of waiting in the bus for them but then it would be a 3 hr wait!
So I decided to joined them on the walk…of course being the oldest in the group. I guess the guide knew that as he kept shining his torch light on the path way for me. We were not allowed to bring any torches with us but with technology these days most hand phones were bright enough to light the way!
It was an interesting walk. We started off with the Keruing Nature Trail followed by the Salleh Nature Trail and lastly the Rover Trail which took us through the Waterfall and finally ending up at the Picnic Area.
My YLF either had their hands tied up or were blindedfolded for the first 100m of the walk. All 48 of them were tied to each other at the waist. You could imagine the amount of commotion that went along the way!
The walk provided a ‘window' for us urban people to see a simplified rain forest ecosystem. On one of the trails, we could smell the offensive odour that came from the fruits of a Kulim (Garlic Tree) scattered on the ground. The guides also pointed out to us the glowing fungus in the forest, spiders and butterflies…though it took us a while to figure out where he was pointing to.On the way we saw roots of trees that took dramatic and artistic forms. We were told that this was so that they could function effectively as anchors for the tree.
The guide showed us a tree (can't remember its name) which we could use to shelter ourselves if we were lost in the forest and how by hitting the tree it produces sound to alert the search party.
The highlight of the nature walk was when we were told to look up! We could see "puzzle-like" pattern of the individual tree crowns separated by gaps and outlined against the sky. This phenomenon is called crown shyness. Like a magnet, the leaf tips of kapur, Dryobalanops aromatica , appear to be shy towards their own kind, hence forming the gap.
Many step into this world expecting venomous snakes at every turn, leeches at every step but with 40 odd energetic YLF, the animal world would have been wise to stay away!
Even the leeches also stayed away… I received this sms on my way home at 1.55 am
“No leeches Mr Mike! Hehe…nite nite!”
Visit http://info.frim.gov.my/cfdocs/ecotour/index.html for more info and don’t miss on the canopy walkway, a walkway system and the platforms at vantage points from which one experiences a panoramic view of the forest. FRIM has one such walkway that has proved to be extremely popular with visitors.
16 September 2008
Child With Umbrella
One day the villagers decided 2 pray 4 rain. On the day of prayer everyone gathered - only 1 child came with an umbrella. That's CONFIDENCE.
When u throw a 1 year old baby in the air, he laughs bcoz he knows u will catch him. That's TRUST!
Every nite we go 2 bed, we're not sure that we'll get up tmrw, but we still hv many plans for the coming day. That's HOPE
Hv confidence in prayers, trust in God & never lose hope. These are boosters of FAITH
T care!
-from my learned frens.
When u throw a 1 year old baby in the air, he laughs bcoz he knows u will catch him. That's TRUST!
Every nite we go 2 bed, we're not sure that we'll get up tmrw, but we still hv many plans for the coming day. That's HOPE
Hv confidence in prayers, trust in God & never lose hope. These are boosters of FAITH
T care!
-from my learned frens.
12 September 2008
Moon Cakes
The Moon festival (also called the Mooncake or Mid-Autumn festival) falls on September 14th in the year 2008.
Did you know the most famous legend surrounding the Moon festival? It concerns the possible role in Chinese history. Overrun by the Mongols in the thirteenth century, the Chinese threw off their oppressors in 1368 AD. It is said that mooncakes - which the Mongols did not eat - were the perfect vehicle for hiding and passing along plans for the rebellion. Families were instructed not to eat the mooncakes until the day of the moon festival, which is when the rebellion took place.
Anyway, for me it's time to look forward to eating mooncakes.
One type of traditional mooncake is filled with lotus seed paste. Roughly the size of a human palm, these mooncakes are quite filling, meant to be cut diagonally in quarters and passed around. But the price is rather steep...Gets more expensive yearly.
But the beauty of staying in Malaysia is that it's gets cheaper as the day approaches. We found that in Leisure Mall recently...
We brought some and guess where my other half would be in the next couple of days...
An interesting thing about Leisure Mall is that every year it would have a display of various Lanterns. Saw this interesting one which look like two turkeys, a durian and bananas.
This year, they had some display and some booths from China. We saw a man blowing into a hot candy and shaping the candy with each blow....wonder whether we can eat it after that? Never mind won't be a good idea since he would have blown into it!
Did you know the most famous legend surrounding the Moon festival? It concerns the possible role in Chinese history. Overrun by the Mongols in the thirteenth century, the Chinese threw off their oppressors in 1368 AD. It is said that mooncakes - which the Mongols did not eat - were the perfect vehicle for hiding and passing along plans for the rebellion. Families were instructed not to eat the mooncakes until the day of the moon festival, which is when the rebellion took place.
Anyway, for me it's time to look forward to eating mooncakes.
One type of traditional mooncake is filled with lotus seed paste. Roughly the size of a human palm, these mooncakes are quite filling, meant to be cut diagonally in quarters and passed around. But the price is rather steep...Gets more expensive yearly.
But the beauty of staying in Malaysia is that it's gets cheaper as the day approaches. We found that in Leisure Mall recently...
We brought some and guess where my other half would be in the next couple of days...
An interesting thing about Leisure Mall is that every year it would have a display of various Lanterns. Saw this interesting one which look like two turkeys, a durian and bananas.
This year, they had some display and some booths from China. We saw a man blowing into a hot candy and shaping the candy with each blow....wonder whether we can eat it after that? Never mind won't be a good idea since he would have blown into it!
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