<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679</id><updated>2024-09-13T04:23:03.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.I.N</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-6364529238573116214</id><published>2012-10-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T12:36:10.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin a Song that I&#39;ve forgotten (as usual) its Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Haha, I&#39;m playing a song called hmmmm..... I forget the name already, haha... the original one is much much better as compared to mine, lousy one. &amp;nbsp;I couldnt master all d tabs; I am merely a beginner, just learnt the easy plucking parts, as usual. I skipped those &quot;only can be played by pro guitarists&quot; parts (haha, this sentence sounds German)...I learnt this years ago, keep playing but forget d song name, as usual, ahah.......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/6364529238573116214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2012/10/playin-song-that-ive-forgotten-as-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/6364529238573116214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/6364529238573116214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2012/10/playin-song-that-ive-forgotten-as-usual.html' title='Playin a Song that I&#39;ve forgotten (as usual) its Name'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-1441168357246063633</id><published>2012-03-22T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-23T05:36:12.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ideal and real</title><content type='html'>ideal=Everything is perfect. many things are &lt;br /&gt;
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real= Everything is not perfect; errors do occur.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Errors cannot be totally avoided, but can &amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;minimized. Repetition of trials under same circumstance leads to minimal errors, provided appropriate methods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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physics is ideal, engineering is real.&lt;/div&gt;
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communism is ideal, authoritharian is real.&lt;/div&gt;
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love is???&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/1441168357246063633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2012/03/ideal-and-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/1441168357246063633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/1441168357246063633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2012/03/ideal-and-real.html' title='ideal and real'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-5090366749141155992</id><published>2011-09-29T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:41:46.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog in 2.0.1.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjztyU9PA3SJGqaP2RmpNkuMu05cUbyPCPkSv86W8X6LfgbmT_cpE0IFxY349jEx6BMQNMYNtdlUs2ZKJ4dwIH7nNvUHBptQNJ-5q5SAli2NEwIjyYmtlb9WmI8DeROHeDcTI39WIuchng/s1600/IMG_4880.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjztyU9PA3SJGqaP2RmpNkuMu05cUbyPCPkSv86W8X6LfgbmT_cpE0IFxY349jEx6BMQNMYNtdlUs2ZKJ4dwIH7nNvUHBptQNJ-5q5SAli2NEwIjyYmtlb9WmI8DeROHeDcTI39WIuchng/s320/IMG_4880.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;m going back to Germany few days later. &amp;nbsp;really enjoy the summer holiday in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;
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My boss was recently back to China coz his father just passed away. Hence, i could fully utilize this ´´opportunity´´ to do something more important; didnt be a slave for one day and played football with my  friends from Scandinavian(some of them were absent as they went to mosque for religious purpose). However, the lousy futsal hall was closed as the workers there were on strike; they didnt wanna work as they were low paid. Well, we decided to go to bar. we took around 2 hour to reach there because there was a peace demonstration against war along the street. Gosh! the bar tat belonged to a Russian has been burnt. A guy nearby told us that it was because the owner had forbidden blacks to enter his bar, and a guy called Bracha did so as he couldnt have a great time wif his frens(mostly blacks) there. during his explanation I received an unexpected call.´´hallo, where are you, arent you in office now, dont u think tat i dont noe everything in the bureau though i m not there!! you are fired! Fuck you!!´´ shouted my boss..Good, I was fired, luckily I was fired, I didnt need to work for day and nite and just earned 1000000 Rupiah per month.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/8192813740555473297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-m-fired.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/8192813740555473297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/8192813740555473297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-m-fired.html' title='I m fired...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-1748150625417297636</id><published>2010-02-10T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:07:54.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first blog in Germany</title><content type='html'>Very long time didnt blog ad; coz ´no one´ force me to do so, hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;Now, in Germany, my dream. almost hav everything. have been longing for this since was a little kid; study abroad, watching LIVE futbal, a 16inch laptop, playing favorite games whenever i wan, a guitar wif me, buy watever i wan, get lot $$, snow... By the way, still miss my lovely parents, brothers, relatives and some of my frens. very grateful.... still hav lot of things to do, to achieve, so that, so that my dream wont go away, and ppl tat I like or love, will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;there is another dream I ve, but it could only be achieved, if ´nationalism´, ´patriotism´,  ´greed´ and ´discrimination´ wouldnt exist at all in the world. Tat is; everyone isnt proud of their nation, we love all ppl around d world regardless of ethnicgroups or status and always think that the most important things in our whole life are; love, feeling and conscience. A quote from Sophie Scholl; ´Es will Gott, Gewissen und Mitgefühl´. Then we can go anywhere we like, we can live anywhere we like without any restriction and the whole world belongs not oni to u and mine but to all us. ´Assimilation´ of certain minority wont exist if we have ´love´, ´conflicts´ wont exist if we have ´love´. and we couldnt even find the word ´WAR´ in dictionaries. Well, this is impossible to be achieved coz as we grow older, we become more ignorant and stupid; we start to differentiate ´colours´ and ´status´, we didnt ´think´.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiJ6w6YanMRiPcxK9M-wguLSOCEgvfLahtOkYf_CenESwx4D_FRnhQqAlx79bBRmNssB7I2vevzAYHd748qW2o93zlED0-J66ryerketsme__2MwpSvwloIGyxj6smjZWvVlybNR7FCQ/s1600-h/IMG_4879.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 173px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiJ6w6YanMRiPcxK9M-wguLSOCEgvfLahtOkYf_CenESwx4D_FRnhQqAlx79bBRmNssB7I2vevzAYHd748qW2o93zlED0-J66ryerketsme__2MwpSvwloIGyxj6smjZWvVlybNR7FCQ/s200/IMG_4879.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436739821168544434&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/1748150625417297636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-blog-in-germany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/1748150625417297636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/1748150625417297636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-blog-in-germany.html' title='first blog in Germany'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiJ6w6YanMRiPcxK9M-wguLSOCEgvfLahtOkYf_CenESwx4D_FRnhQqAlx79bBRmNssB7I2vevzAYHd748qW2o93zlED0-J66ryerketsme__2MwpSvwloIGyxj6smjZWvVlybNR7FCQ/s72-c/IMG_4879.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-3345260438128343535</id><published>2009-04-16T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:19:27.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream...</title><content type='html'>&quot;when one day you all become a doctor, lawyer or engineer, you will earn a lot of money-rich. My primary school teacher told us in the class.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But teacher, being a professional football player, we can earn more than them. David Beckham is able to earn 80,000 Pounds a week, times 6 is about RM480,000.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 11 years old at that time and that was what I replied. David actually earns more than 80k pounds but why my teacher never told us about it. Can a doctor earns 80k per month- he earns this figure per week. Maybe he is the only football player who made his &#39;humongous&#39; fortune. By the way, I could not live without football-playing football almost every evening, drawing about football when I was free, committing vandalism by drawing football boots, players or even stadiums on my school text books and dreaming of becoming a national football player and MU player. I always thought of being a professional football player after graduating from secondary school. Ja, I was undoubtedly naive at that time because it was difficult to be a pro football player especially with such circumstance-devoid of parents, society and school&#39;s support. I never gave up to achieve this dream until form 4. &#39;Damals hat mir das Studium gar nicht gefallen&#39;-I did not like studies at all. I still remember that I failed to pass some subjects in virtue of laziness. Only football was in my mind. However, my dream was with no avail. I do not have the chance to wear national football colour, play football in a stadium which is surrounded with 50,000 spectators who are watching my virtuosity, shouting &#39;changwin!&#39;, longing for my signature and score a plenty of marvelous goals in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;At least I still have a pair of legs and eyes.......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/3345260438128343535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/3345260438128343535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/3345260438128343535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream.html' title='Dream...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-2778037040322704842</id><published>2009-03-28T10:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T11:24:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Gonna Change My Love for You</title><content type='html'>There is a story….. &lt;br /&gt;
David was an attractive man with a good complexion and plenty of women were longing to get him. However he only had eyes for a woman, Mary. They got to know each other since they studied in secondary school. David was 2 years older than Mary who had milky white skin, ponytail and was a curious mixture of tom boyishness and femininity. Actually both of them were fond of each other, but David never revealed his love to her because he realized that their relationship would not last longer: they will be separated with each other one day. &lt;br /&gt;
After David graduated from secondary school, he thought that he had no chance to see Mary anymore as he was enrolled at Kursk State Medical University in Russia to study Medicine and had to stay there for 6 years: he was thousands miles away from his own country. He tried to forsake her, forget her, and get her out of his mind but with no avail while Mary was sad: she wanted him not to study abroad but she could not say it out as studying abroad was David’s dream. She thought that she was being selfish by not letting him go. Mary still hoped that David could marry him one day. She loved him so much, burst into tears every time listening to the song ‘That’s why’. Before David went to Russia, Mary did send him a present: it was a song called ‘Complicated Heart’. The purpose she did so was to tell David: even if you want to go alone, I will be waiting when you are coming home. &lt;br /&gt;
Six years later, David was back to his own nation. He has not spoken for not because he was waiting for Mary but he could not find a woman who he really liked during his studies in Russia. Mary was still single too. She was waiting for David and hoped that she could meet him; they would live together until the end of their lives. After a few weeks coming back to his country, David decided to meet Mary who he has not seen her for almost 7 years. He finally made contact with her. When Mary saw David, tears well in her eyes, hugged him without saying a word. David was touched by her, his eyes turned red and whimpered; he has not cried since he was 14. “I love you”, David finally said it to Mary. At the same time, the song “nothing gonna change my love for you” was played.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Nothing gonna change my love for you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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If I had to live my life without you near me &lt;br /&gt;
The days would all be empty &lt;br /&gt;
The nights would seem so long &lt;br /&gt;
With you I see forever oh, so clearly &lt;br /&gt;
I might have been in love before &lt;br /&gt;
But it never felt this strong &lt;br /&gt;
Our dreams are young and we both know &lt;br /&gt;
They’ll take us where we want to go &lt;br /&gt;
Hold me now, touch me now &lt;br /&gt;
I don’t want to live without you. &lt;br /&gt;
Nothing&#39;s gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;
You oughta know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;
One thing you can be sure of &lt;br /&gt;
I’ll never ask for more than your love. &lt;br /&gt;
Nothing’s gonna change my love for you &lt;br /&gt;
You ought to know by now how much I love you &lt;br /&gt;
The world may change my whole life through but nothing’s gonna change my &lt;br /&gt;
love for you. &lt;br /&gt;
If the road ahead is not so easy &lt;br /&gt;
our love will lead the way for us like a guiding star &lt;br /&gt;
I’ll be there for you if you should need me &lt;br /&gt;
you don’t have to change a thing &lt;br /&gt;
I love you just the way you are. &lt;br /&gt;
So come with me and share this view &lt;br /&gt;
I’ll help you see forever too &lt;br /&gt;
Hold me now, touch me now &lt;br /&gt;
I don’t want to live without you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/2778037040322704842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/2778037040322704842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-gonna-change-my-love-for-you_28.html' title='Nothing Gonna Change My Love for You'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-5567069755949889153</id><published>2009-03-28T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:42:06.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sienzzzz......</title><content type='html'>Last blog posted by me was 1 month ago. I am not idle to blog but I do not know what to write, what to tell, what to share: boring, dull and mundane daily routines. I wake up at 8 mornings, stay in college from morning until afternoon, then come back and doze off. After having dinner then continue to study, study, and study……ZZZ. Damn boring!! Maybe this is the life of a JPA scholar: he or she should have a great perseverance and dedication to studies yet I am not that kind of people. I know that I have to put more effort into studies, I have to finish all the homework given by lecturers but I cannot made a concentrated effort to finish them. I feel bored with my recent life. I feel bored with my recent life. I feel bored with my recent life. I feel bored with my recent life. I feel bored with my recent life…</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/5567069755949889153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/03/sienzzzz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/5567069755949889153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/5567069755949889153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/03/sienzzzz.html' title='sienzzzz......'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-3055836373189368561</id><published>2009-02-27T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:16:12.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The evildoer of the world....</title><content type='html'>Last week I went for 2 movies, Valkyrie on Saturday night and Der Untergang on Sunday afternoon. These movies have something in common: history background, the setting and they are based on true story.&lt;br /&gt;Valkyrie is all about the solutions taken by some Nazi German generals and ministers to overthrow or assassinate the cruel dictator Adolf Hitler but their action was in vain. Actually, they almost make it, but their procrastinating of time failed them. If not, the death tolls during WW2 would not achieve as much as 5 million people as the monster(Hitler) was killed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Der Untergang( the downfall)  narrates the circumstances of people in Germany during the downfall of Nazi Germany. The devastating destruction especially in Berlin due to the massive bombing conducted by Allies, killed a lot of people including innocent children, women and elder people. Moreover, some of them were also shot by their own soldiers: full of bloody, violent, sad, shocking and depressing scenes. The story ended when Hitler committed suicide and Allies  took over Germany successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching these movies, I found that not only non-German people loathed Nazi Germany but also their own people. They found that Hitler would lead Germany into hell, but they could not do anything: must obey any command from der Fuehrer(hitler), if not they would be sent to concentration camp-death. Many of  the Germans who were accused allegedly that they opposed or betrayed the country were shot. Hitler, himself thought that he was the god, the savior of Germany- Germany belonged to him. Indeed, he was a Satan, he destroyed Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could Hitler become the dictator of Germany? Via revolution like Fidel Castro in Cuba? won the civil war just like what was happened in China and Soviet Union? No. He became Chancellor because of the people have chosen him, elected him- via election, democracy.  The Germans thought that he could ameliorate the economy and the life of people, bring Germany back to the top of the world again, cancel the  treaty of Versailles which rose the burden of Germany. However, they were wrong. He have committed heinous crimes= massacred 6 million people including Germans and other races but mostly Jewish and invaded other countries. He, the evil of the world.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/3055836373189368561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/02/evil-of-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/3055836373189368561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/3055836373189368561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/02/evil-of-world.html' title='The evildoer of the world....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-751113290314317798</id><published>2009-02-14T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T11:33:19.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend again</title><content type='html'>A girl was on the way going back from school and I was there too, waiting for my cousin. I stared at her as she caught my interest. She was so mesmerizing, as pretty as a picture, with fair complexion and sparkling eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before that, she did not appear in my mind at all but after this incident, I lose my heart to her and I had intention to go after her. It was with no avail as I did not have courage and this relationship would not last longer as I was going to leave my secondary school after form 5, we would be separated with each other: moreover, maybe I will fly to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, she is still my best friend until now and forever: that is just enough, just enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is 3 years younger than me, a bit stubborn, straight-forward and smart( my perspective). We have  a lot of things to share and she is the girl after my own heart: she likes the same things and has the same opinions as me. When problems plague her, I will try my best to lend her a hand, when she is down, I will comfort her. She will do so to me too.  Honestly, I have not seen her almost half year, I almost forget her appearance, but I do still remember her: she is still my friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcccc;&quot;&gt;I always think that loving someones,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
is the greatest feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcccc;&quot;&gt;However,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcccc;&quot;&gt;I realize that loving a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcccc;&quot;&gt;is even much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcccc;&quot;&gt;I can lost people I love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffcccc;&quot;&gt;but I never lost my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She is my best friend...forever...&lt;a href=&quot;http://img.123greetings.com/events/friend_bestfriends/1029-001-72-1040.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://img.123greetings.com/events/friend_bestfriends/1029-001-72-1040.gif&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 272px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 287px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/751113290314317798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/751113290314317798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/02/friend-again.html' title='Friend again'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-8340613000792709393</id><published>2009-02-07T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:39:00.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage and Cowardice</title><content type='html'>&quot;If both of you want to play one more time, you( 2 persons) can use changwin&#39;s ticket and share another ticket(RM10), each pays RM5&quot;. Edwin suggested. Then, they decided to &#39;fly&#39; one more time without shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,   my friends and my friends &#39;rushed&#39; to Genting Highland as the following Monday is  a holiday and moreover it was the place we were longing for.  I have been there before and it was the fourth time: I still feel scared every time playing something which is related to the word &#39;coaster&#39;. We stayed overnight. The first day we just entered to snow house( extremely cold, -5&#39;c), and went for a walk in The First World Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All of us, except me, intended to play some games which could bring excitement( their perspectives) at outdoor theme park next day. During that night, I just hoped that tomorrow would be a heavy rain or these fearful games would be out of service. However, I had to play. Nothing was happened. Luckily, I had courage and I was no longer afraid of  them: corkscrew roller coaster, flying dragon and space shot. Meanwhile, after sitting on the pirates ship, I felt dizzy and almost wanted to vomit: I could not continue to play other &#39;games&#39; anymore&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&#39;Flying coaster&#39;: I loathed this phrase!!! However, my friend has bought the ticket for me and they forced me to play: suffer indeed. There were a lot of twists and I could not play, I could feel dizzy, vomit and even faint, if I did so! Mum, Dad, I did not want to play!!! In order to avoid &#39;flying&#39;, I expressed my situation to my friends and finally, haha, I was safe!! Hence, they &#39;flew&#39; and I just stood outside, waited for them alongside taking care of their bags. They were shouting  loudly during flying and I could not imagine how if I took part too. So terrible ha!!&lt;br /&gt;    There was still a ticket( mine) and after they finished playing, 2 of my friends wanted to fly again. and: READ THE FIRST PARAGRAPH..I personally thought that they were really brave, full of courage and &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was totally a COWARD&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two friends are, Sarah and Poo Hui..They are the brave...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/8340613000792709393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/02/courage-and-cowardice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/8340613000792709393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/8340613000792709393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/02/courage-and-cowardice.html' title='Courage and Cowardice'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-7475381265920284997</id><published>2009-01-10T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:49:38.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; I would like to write about my old friends , let me begin with my perspective of friend. Friend is a person you know well and like, and who is not usually a memer of your family. I am the one who cannot live in this world without friend-without friends, my life is not more than a shadow of death. My life is mundane and meaningless if i do not have friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;FOR ME, FRIEND IS INDISPENSABLE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I categorize my friends into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;old friends&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;                         new friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;                                                 &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; best friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                         and&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ordinary friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If both of us know each other at least 4 years, I will consider them as my old friends. Actually, almost all of my old friends are those I befriended with them during primary and secondary school&#39;s time. Most of them are &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;, including me. When i was in Form 4, during the Malay Language class, my old friends and I who sat in front of the class were sleeping. If you were there, you would see students(us) of the front row were laying on the table. I could not imagine what would be happened if our principal or counsellor saw our &#39;master piece of work&#39; as our class was considered as the most excellent class as compared  to other&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if we found that the class was very boring, then the &#39;world conference&#39; would be held- we talked with each other loudly just like a debate. Sometimes, we were scolded by teacher because of our debate was &#39;bursting with vitality&#39;-TOO LOUD indeed. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;I know that you all go for tuition classes, you  are experts already, need not listen to what I teach, but please keep your mouth shut!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;some of the teachers would tease us- &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 102);&quot;&gt;we loathed them as well&lt;/span&gt;, ha ha. I have a friend who was &#39;extraordinary&#39; and &#39;weird&#39; because during Physics class, he pored over chemistry books, during chemistry, he read biology and...&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;dun laugh..Ha Ha..&lt;/span&gt; He always read other subject books during a particular class. By virtue of this, we called him scientist and moreover his hair style was like &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;Albert Einstein&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. However, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;he is one of my best friends indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as we know each other since I was 4. He always gives me a hand when problems are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;plaguing&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met a person who could get almost 100% for his Chemistry, Physics, Additional Maths and Mathematics but &#39;scored&#39; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for his History. This person who &#39;lack of patriotism&#39; is my old friend. Actually, he would not get a &#39;big egg&#39; for this subject but he was doing something different during the test. Do you know what he has done until he could get such a &#39;horrible&#39; results? The History test comprised subjective questions and we needed to fill in the blanks given. He wrote &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 204, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Dota&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the blanks( he was a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Dota&lt;/span&gt; addict), such as  &#39;Lina&#39;, &#39;Knight Stalker&#39;, &#39;Chaos Knight&#39;, &#39;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Yasha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Sange&lt;/span&gt;&#39;, &#39;6.52&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;+&#39; and so on.  Ha Ha..You will be amused only if you have played &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Dota&lt;/span&gt; before. He is a skinny, tall and has a dark complexion(like me)-we call him &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;bamboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In the class, he was my &#39;neighbour&#39; and both of us always had something to talk but full of craps. When I could not solve maths questions or comprehend physics theories,he was willing to teach me. There was a great betterment of my science subjects in virtue of him. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;To be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;........WIN THE GREAT could not continue to write about them as &#39;his&#39; energy is used up...Next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///D:/DOCUME%7E1/HENGCH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/feeds/7475381265920284997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-old-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/7475381265920284997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3055362927984156679/posts/default/7475381265920284997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwheng0105909258.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-old-friends.html' title='My Old Friends'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477816865159427688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055362927984156679.post-4912382200037792774</id><published>2009-01-10T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:07:48.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win=Blogger</title><content type='html'>&quot; A very good way to improve your English is to write a reflective journal once a week&quot;. This is what my &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;EALD&lt;/span&gt; teacher told me last week during my first EALD class- I was&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&#39;forced&lt;/span&gt;&#39;&lt;/span&gt; to be a blogger since that day.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;WIN IS A BLOGGER NOW, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Actually, I am not the only student who was compelled to do so but also all of the students who are studying &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;AUSMAT&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;KBU&lt;/span&gt; college this year.  By the way, I personally think that it is &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;undoubtedly&lt;/span&gt; a GOOD way to improve my English and I am &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt;  grateful to my teacher for this. Besides, I can express my emotions, feelings and share with you all some of my experiences via blogging. 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