It was a very nice and beautiful afternoon, but over here it looked as if it was evening. The fire was roaring madly of domination and devouring everything that's left of the forest. There are even signs of flames on the road tar, and it seemed difficult for him to escape alive, even with his car.
Suppose everyone know about the World War II in Germany where a lot of Jews were murdered in mass numbers by the Nazis. But what is the real reason for that?
The main reason the Germany started the WWII is to apply the ideology of the "Ubermensch" or super race. -to eradicate democracy. -to eliminate physically,in first instance the Jews. -to eliminate physically, all parties who did not think like them. -to eliminate physically,if they had won the war, all people of Slavic origin (old east European countries). -to eliminate physically,in third instance the protestant and catholics, because the origin of the new testament,is found in the old. Endly to be the masters of the world, and use other people-country, religion as slave. Thanks to the allies and all the Jewish fighters (Jewish Brigades in free French army,in Britain armies, etc...) it never happened. "ideologically" if you call this thoughts an ideology, the purpose was that only, the survival of the fittest, the law of nature,would be established. The law as a tool, to allow human beings to live together, had to be eradicated. Another is the religious discrimination where the Nazis despised the Jews.
What are concentration camps? Nazi Germany maintained concentration camps (in German Konzentrationslager, or KZ) throughout the territories it controlled. The first Nazi concentration camps were greatly expanded in Germany after the Reichstag fire in 1933, and were intended to hold political prisoners and opponents of the regime. The number of camps quadrupled between 1939 and 1942 as Jews, political prisoners, criminals, homosexuals, gypsies, the mentally ill and others were incarcerated, generally without trial or judicial process.
The term was borrowed from the British concentration camps of the Second Anglo-Boer War. Holocaust scholars draw a distinction between concentration camps (described in this article) and extermination camps, which were established for the industrial-scale murder of the predominantly Jewish ghetto and concentration camp populations. Extermination camps included Belzec, Majdanek, Sobibor, Treblinka, and Auschwitz-Birkenau.
Do you know about the Mein Kampf? Mein Kampf (English: My Struggle) is a book written by Nazi politician Adolf Hitler. It combines elements of autobiography with an exposition of Hitler's political ideology. Volume 1 of Mein Kampf was published in 1925 and Volume 2 in 1926. The book was edited by the former Hieronymite friar Bernhard Stempfle who later perished during the Night of the Long Knives.
Hitler began the dictation of the book while imprisoned for what he considered to be "political crimes" after his failed Putsch in Munich in November 1923. Though Hitler received many visitors earlier on, he soon devoted himself entirely to the book. As he continued, Hitler realized that it would have to be a two-volume work, with the first volume scheduled for release in early 1925. The prison governor of Landsberg noted at the time that "he [Hitler] hopes the book will run into many editions, thus enabling him to fulfill his financial obligations and to defray the expenses incurred at the time of his trial."
Terms of Life - Life of a Malaysian in Singapore
'But what's life meant to be anyway?' asked the five-year-old kid, tugging himself comfortably under his father's arms.
'Well son, sad to say but life's complicated. Sometimes you just can't understand your destiny, whatever lies on your path, or what's on your path stopping you, pushing you forward, you just can't expect what you will meet in your life. Life is like a crooked path wandering off, craggy, uneven and risky. But to me life depends on how you look at it. Some can live well and happy in a poor family, while others live miserably in a rich family. But listen son, you can actually pave your own path of your life. You can change your destiny, just depending whether you want to live happily or unhappily. Depends, son, it sure does...'
I remembered that conversation well enough although it had been some 8 or 9 years. I always remembered how Dad explains what's life meant to be, how did he say about all these, though at that time I did not fully understand what Dad was trying to say. Somehow with the starngest reason, I suddenly understood Dad's words. Way too much it was that I was apart from both of my dearest parents in this land, of what the natives called Singapore. Most unexpected. Had it not been the letter of summons, had it not been the interview, had it not been the test, had it not been the opportunity to even come in here to study.... Dad's right, you just can't expect what you will meet in your life.
Life in the boarding school of Hwa Chong Institution may seem interesting at first and relaxing without the nagging of parents, but eventually gets boring, with tight schedules and mass loads of homework, you can hardly squeeze out even a second to do what you want. It also feels boring to even do the same things you do everyday during free times. Soon I realised life at home is much better in any way.
The first year shot off with a series of lucky and unlucky cases. Lucky when I get to be, or unlucky when I get to be. Lucky when I achieved prizes, when I found something lost, when I almost fell down. Unlucky when I lost something, when I fell down, or when once my phone rang in class caused by my mother accidentally calling me! Same for this year, same scenario, same unchanged. Like what Dad said, Life is like a crooked path wandering off, craggy, uneven and risky.
What is most unluckiest is that I chose an undesired CCA, so called the abbreviation of co-curricular activities. It started when we were asked to choose a CCA, with six choices and at least a sports and uniform group among two. I started off choosing........ and the results came. Scouts??!! I did not want Scouts and thought I just put there for fun only. Therefore I approached the teacher-in-charge for help. Turns out I made a huge mistakes: the selection is according to your most and least desired CCA!! As a result, I managed to appealed to St John Ambulance Brigade. At least it was not bad, or I might die to it.
At least all seem well throughout these years, except for just one thing that quite pissed me off and bothered me a little, troublesome, and for just with one person solving it, it was actually a little bit bone-chilling. When Ms Yap distributed the Annual St John Walkathon Fund-raising card to us, we were required to collect $40 publicly. I collected, with a lot of effort put in and managed to get that seemingly large amount of money in two weeks. Then I put the donation in my wallet and the card somewhere among my files.
Then came the day before when we had to submit the card and the donation. I flipped through my files but............THE CARD IS GONE!!!!!! Searched throughout my whole room. Nothing. Oh god how could I submit the donation without the card? I told this to Ms Yap and 'Really?' she says, 'oh then you will have to make a police report as stated at the back of the card. Submit the report to me by tomorrow.'
The real trouble came. I lived alone, although I had friends, and I don't believe any of them want to come with me to accompany my trip to the police station. Hence, I made my time available for me to go to the police station, and embarked on my journey. To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable on my journey, and since its relatively close to the boarding school, I walked, past the whole school compound, past the nearby Coronation Plaza...... Inconfidence continuously strikes me as I stood before the Bukit Timah Neighbourhood Police Station and since this is my first time making a report, I felt a little afraid, chilling and unsuitable.
After hesitating for some time, I walked myself into the police station, pushing open the swinging door and entering the air-conditioned lounge. I approached the officers there and told them my reason for coming here, anxiously. The police (Mr Razid as I saw his name tag) said to me, 'Oh you want to make a report for the loss of your donation card. Now you see that notice over there?' I turned and saw the notice saying List of items not required for police reports, and in the list I saw the two words. Donation Cards. 'So donation cards no longer require police reports?' I asked. Mr Razid nodded. I suddenly had a complex mixture of feelings in me: part of me is relieved of not having to spend a lot of time in there, and another part pissed off for coming a long way to the police station in vain. I thanked the officer and headed back to the boarding school, part of me hating Ms Yap for sending me to the police station and wasted my 1 hour period in walking to and fro the police station. Like Dad said, you won't know what strikes you next.
This year came 2011. Right before the prophecy of 2012. The Secondary 1 students entering the school compound, completely new to them, completely unfamiliar to them. Our duty is to try to keep them company , show them around, and make friends with them. They are quite nice persons and some a little more mature. They had been 'good' this year and what I know is that none of them come from where I come from. I actually predicted it because our teacher-mentor, Mr Jeffrey Lim said to us they are not recruiting students from JB ever again, since they always had the tendency to go home during the weekends. In fact, I wonder how would they feel when they are not with their parents.
For me, even though I felt a little depressed not being at home and unable to see my parents, I still felt glad having able to live here, study here, and possibly play with my good friends here. No matter how hard would life be, there's always a motivation somewhere around the corner motivating you to continue with your life. Like Dad said, Some can live well and happy in a poor family, while others live miserably in a rich family. The terms of life.
