Monday, June 27, 2005
my typing speed
Your score: 304 keys per minute ~ 60 words per minute
Language/mode: en
Ranking: That was fast - you can still improve, though.
Comparison: 36% of registered TyperA users using this language have typed a better result; 64% have a lower or equal result.
You typed: The control of the production of wealth is the control of human life itself. Also, the Scots are said to have invented golf. Everyone knows power tollas aren't soluble in alcohol. Age and treachery will walways overcome youth and skill. As he designs the first work, frill after frill and embellishment after embellishment occur tot him. I threw up on my window! I'm sorry, sir, ties required. I hace a VISION! I opened the drawer of my little dek and a single letter fell out, a letter from my mother, written in pencil, one of hehr last, with unfinished words and an implicit sense of her departure. This happened about thirty years ago to
Mistakes: tollas(tools), walways(always), tot(to), hace(have), dek(desk), hehr(her)
long time didn't play this typing game to test my typing speed, hmm.. looks like progress a bit than last time
We all KST knew this game from recom, right? Don't know you all played before or not =P
if you haven't try it out, then now can try try >O<
http://typera.tk
Language/mode: en
Ranking: That was fast - you can still improve, though.
Comparison: 36% of registered TyperA users using this language have typed a better result; 64% have a lower or equal result.
You typed: The control of the production of wealth is the control of human life itself. Also, the Scots are said to have invented golf. Everyone knows power tollas aren't soluble in alcohol. Age and treachery will walways overcome youth and skill. As he designs the first work, frill after frill and embellishment after embellishment occur tot him. I threw up on my window! I'm sorry, sir, ties required. I hace a VISION! I opened the drawer of my little dek and a single letter fell out, a letter from my mother, written in pencil, one of hehr last, with unfinished words and an implicit sense of her departure. This happened about thirty years ago to
Mistakes: tollas(tools), walways(always), tot(to), hace(have), dek(desk), hehr(her)
long time didn't play this typing game to test my typing speed, hmm.. looks like progress a bit than last time
We all KST knew this game from recom, right? Don't know you all played before or not =P
if you haven't try it out, then now can try try >O<
http://typera.tk
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Hmmm... Tell me what you think
Taken from jeffooi.com
Mailbag from US
From: A very frightened Malaysian abroad
To: jeffooi.screenshots@gmail.com Date: May 28, 2005 1:05 AM
Subject: From a Frightened Malaysiann abroad
Dear Mr Ooi,
I have been meaning to pen some thoughts for some time now, to let people actually read the views of the typical ‘overseas Malaysian’ who is kept away. I realise that my email is rather long, but I do hope that you would consider publishing it (and also keep my name private!).I shall start by telling a little about my background. Mine is a rather sad tale – of a young Malaysian full of hope and patriotic enthusiasm, which is slowly but surely trickling away.I am very different from many other non-bumiputeras, as I was given tremendous opportunities throughout my childhood. Born into a middle-class Chinese but English-speaking family, I grew up with all the privileges of imported books, computers, piano/violin lessons and tuition teachers.My parents insisted that I should be exposed to a multi-racial education in a national school. In my time, my urban national school (a missionary school) was a truly happy place – where the Malays, Chinese and Indian students were roughly equal in proportion. We played and laughed with each other, and studied the history of the world together during Form 4, with one interesting chapter dedicated to Islamic history.Though 75% of my teachers were Malays, I never really noticed. My Malay teachers were the kindest to me – teaching me well and offering me every possible opportunity to develop. I led the district teams for English and Bahasa Malaysia debating competitions. I was the only non-Malay finalist in the Bahasa Malaysian state-level elocution competition. My Malay teachers encouraged me to transfer to a government residential school (sekolah berasrama penuh) so as to enable me to maximise my academic potential. I refused because I was happy where I was, so they made me head prefect and nominated me as a ‘Tokoh Pelajar Kebangsaan’. Till this day, I am absolutely certain that it was the kindness of all my Malay teachers which made me a true Malaysian.I excelled at school and was offered a Singaporean government scholarship to study overseas. I turned them down because I wanted to ensure that I would remain a ‘true Malaysian’ in the eyes of Malaysia. So I accepted a Malaysian government scholarship to study at Oxford University. Throughout my three years as an undergraduate, the officers at the MSD looked after me very well, and was always there to offer support.
I graduated with first class honours, and was offered a job with a leading investment bank. The JPA released me from my bond, so as to enable me to develop my potential. I shall always be grateful for that. I worked hard and rose in rank. My employer sent to me to Harvard University for postgraduate study and I climbed further up their meritocratic ladder. Now I am 31 years old and draw a comfortable monthly salary of US$22,000. Yet, I yearn to return home. I miss my home, my family, my friends, my Malaysian hawker food and the life in Malaysia. I have been asked many times by Singaporean government agencies to join them on very lucrative terms, but I have always refused due to my inherent patriotism.I really want to return home. I have been told by government-linked corporations and private companies in Malaysia that at best, I would still have to take a 70% pay cut if I return to Malaysia to work. I am prepared and willing to accept that. My country has done a lot for me, so I should not complain about money.But of late, my idealistic vision of my country has really come crashing down, harder and faster than ever before.I read about the annual fiasco involving non-bumiputera top scorers who are denied entry to critical courses at local universities and are offered forestry and fisheries instead. (My cousin scored 10A1’s for SPM and yet was denied a scholarship).I read about UMNO Youth attacking the so-called meritocracy system because there are less than 60% of Malay students in law and pharmacy, whilst conveniently keeping silent about the fact that 90% of overseas scholarship recipients are Malays and that Malays form the vast majority in courses like medicine, accountancy and engineering at local universities.I read about the Higher Education Minister promising that non-bumiputera Malaysians will never ever step foot into UiTM.I read about a poor Chinese teacher’s daughter with 11A1’s being denied a scholarship, while I know some Malay friends who scored 7A’s and whose parents are millionaires being given scholarships.I read about the brilliant Prof. K.S. Jomo, who was denied a promotion to Senior Professor (not even to Head of Department), although he was backed by references from three Nobel Prize winners. Of course, his talent is recognised by a prestigious appointment at the United Nations.I read about UMNO Youth accusing Chinese schools of being detrimental to racial integration, while demanding that Mara Junior Science Colleges and other residential schools be kept only for Malays.I read about the Malay newspaper editors attacking the private sector for not appointing enough Malays to senior management level, whilst insisting that the government always ensure that Malays dominate anything government-related.I read that at our local universities, not a single Vice-Chancellor or Deputy Vice-Chancellor is non-Malay.I read that in the government, not a single Secretary-General of any ministry is non-Malay. The same goes for all government agencies like the police, armed forces, etc.I read about UMNO screaming for the Malay Agenda, but accusing everyone else of racism for whispering about equality.I read about a poor Indian lady having to pay full price for a low-cost house after being dispossessed from a plantation, whilst Malay millionaires demand their 10% bumiputera discount when buying RM2 million bungalows in a gated community.I read about my beloved national schools becoming more and more Islamic by the day, enforced by overzealous principals.I read about my Form 4 World History (Sejarah Dunia) syllabus, which now contains only one chapter of world history, with Islamic history covering the rest of the book.As I read all this, I tremble with fear. I love my country and long to return. I am willing to take a 70% pay cut. I am willing to face a demotion. I honestly want to contribute my expertise in complex financial services and capital markets. But really, is there a future for me, for my children and for their children? I am truly frightened.I can deal with the lack of democracy, the lack of press freedom, the ISA, our inefficient and bureaucratic civil service, our awful manners and even a little corruption. But I cannot deal with racism in my homeland.I think this is the single biggest factor which is keeping people like myself away. And bear in mind – there are so many of us (researchers, scientists, bankers, economists, lawyers, academics, etc.). What people read about in Malaysia (like Dr Terence Gomez) is but the tiniest tip of the iceberg. You will be amazed to know about Malaysians denied JPA scholarships (which would have made them civil servants), took loans to attend Ivy League universities, but who are later asked to advise our government (on IT, economics, etc.) at fees running to millions of US dollars. Such information will never be published because it is politically incorrect.As a Christian, I pray for God’s blessing on this great country of ours. I pray that He blesses our leaders with the foresight and humanity to see that this will not work and cannot continue. I pray that they will have the strength to make our country a home for all Malaysians and that they will have mercy for the poor, including the non-Malays. I pray for true racial harmony and acceptance (not just tolerance) in Malaysia.
Yours sincerely,
A very frightened Malaysian abroad
Mailbag from US
From: A very frightened Malaysian abroad
To: jeffooi.screenshots@gmail.com Date: May 28, 2005 1:05 AM
Subject: From a Frightened Malaysiann abroad
Dear Mr Ooi,
I have been meaning to pen some thoughts for some time now, to let people actually read the views of the typical ‘overseas Malaysian’ who is kept away. I realise that my email is rather long, but I do hope that you would consider publishing it (and also keep my name private!).I shall start by telling a little about my background. Mine is a rather sad tale – of a young Malaysian full of hope and patriotic enthusiasm, which is slowly but surely trickling away.I am very different from many other non-bumiputeras, as I was given tremendous opportunities throughout my childhood. Born into a middle-class Chinese but English-speaking family, I grew up with all the privileges of imported books, computers, piano/violin lessons and tuition teachers.My parents insisted that I should be exposed to a multi-racial education in a national school. In my time, my urban national school (a missionary school) was a truly happy place – where the Malays, Chinese and Indian students were roughly equal in proportion. We played and laughed with each other, and studied the history of the world together during Form 4, with one interesting chapter dedicated to Islamic history.Though 75% of my teachers were Malays, I never really noticed. My Malay teachers were the kindest to me – teaching me well and offering me every possible opportunity to develop. I led the district teams for English and Bahasa Malaysia debating competitions. I was the only non-Malay finalist in the Bahasa Malaysian state-level elocution competition. My Malay teachers encouraged me to transfer to a government residential school (sekolah berasrama penuh) so as to enable me to maximise my academic potential. I refused because I was happy where I was, so they made me head prefect and nominated me as a ‘Tokoh Pelajar Kebangsaan’. Till this day, I am absolutely certain that it was the kindness of all my Malay teachers which made me a true Malaysian.I excelled at school and was offered a Singaporean government scholarship to study overseas. I turned them down because I wanted to ensure that I would remain a ‘true Malaysian’ in the eyes of Malaysia. So I accepted a Malaysian government scholarship to study at Oxford University. Throughout my three years as an undergraduate, the officers at the MSD looked after me very well, and was always there to offer support.
I graduated with first class honours, and was offered a job with a leading investment bank. The JPA released me from my bond, so as to enable me to develop my potential. I shall always be grateful for that. I worked hard and rose in rank. My employer sent to me to Harvard University for postgraduate study and I climbed further up their meritocratic ladder. Now I am 31 years old and draw a comfortable monthly salary of US$22,000. Yet, I yearn to return home. I miss my home, my family, my friends, my Malaysian hawker food and the life in Malaysia. I have been asked many times by Singaporean government agencies to join them on very lucrative terms, but I have always refused due to my inherent patriotism.I really want to return home. I have been told by government-linked corporations and private companies in Malaysia that at best, I would still have to take a 70% pay cut if I return to Malaysia to work. I am prepared and willing to accept that. My country has done a lot for me, so I should not complain about money.But of late, my idealistic vision of my country has really come crashing down, harder and faster than ever before.I read about the annual fiasco involving non-bumiputera top scorers who are denied entry to critical courses at local universities and are offered forestry and fisheries instead. (My cousin scored 10A1’s for SPM and yet was denied a scholarship).I read about UMNO Youth attacking the so-called meritocracy system because there are less than 60% of Malay students in law and pharmacy, whilst conveniently keeping silent about the fact that 90% of overseas scholarship recipients are Malays and that Malays form the vast majority in courses like medicine, accountancy and engineering at local universities.I read about the Higher Education Minister promising that non-bumiputera Malaysians will never ever step foot into UiTM.I read about a poor Chinese teacher’s daughter with 11A1’s being denied a scholarship, while I know some Malay friends who scored 7A’s and whose parents are millionaires being given scholarships.I read about the brilliant Prof. K.S. Jomo, who was denied a promotion to Senior Professor (not even to Head of Department), although he was backed by references from three Nobel Prize winners. Of course, his talent is recognised by a prestigious appointment at the United Nations.I read about UMNO Youth accusing Chinese schools of being detrimental to racial integration, while demanding that Mara Junior Science Colleges and other residential schools be kept only for Malays.I read about the Malay newspaper editors attacking the private sector for not appointing enough Malays to senior management level, whilst insisting that the government always ensure that Malays dominate anything government-related.I read that at our local universities, not a single Vice-Chancellor or Deputy Vice-Chancellor is non-Malay.I read that in the government, not a single Secretary-General of any ministry is non-Malay. The same goes for all government agencies like the police, armed forces, etc.I read about UMNO screaming for the Malay Agenda, but accusing everyone else of racism for whispering about equality.I read about a poor Indian lady having to pay full price for a low-cost house after being dispossessed from a plantation, whilst Malay millionaires demand their 10% bumiputera discount when buying RM2 million bungalows in a gated community.I read about my beloved national schools becoming more and more Islamic by the day, enforced by overzealous principals.I read about my Form 4 World History (Sejarah Dunia) syllabus, which now contains only one chapter of world history, with Islamic history covering the rest of the book.As I read all this, I tremble with fear. I love my country and long to return. I am willing to take a 70% pay cut. I am willing to face a demotion. I honestly want to contribute my expertise in complex financial services and capital markets. But really, is there a future for me, for my children and for their children? I am truly frightened.I can deal with the lack of democracy, the lack of press freedom, the ISA, our inefficient and bureaucratic civil service, our awful manners and even a little corruption. But I cannot deal with racism in my homeland.I think this is the single biggest factor which is keeping people like myself away. And bear in mind – there are so many of us (researchers, scientists, bankers, economists, lawyers, academics, etc.). What people read about in Malaysia (like Dr Terence Gomez) is but the tiniest tip of the iceberg. You will be amazed to know about Malaysians denied JPA scholarships (which would have made them civil servants), took loans to attend Ivy League universities, but who are later asked to advise our government (on IT, economics, etc.) at fees running to millions of US dollars. Such information will never be published because it is politically incorrect.As a Christian, I pray for God’s blessing on this great country of ours. I pray that He blesses our leaders with the foresight and humanity to see that this will not work and cannot continue. I pray that they will have the strength to make our country a home for all Malaysians and that they will have mercy for the poor, including the non-Malays. I pray for true racial harmony and acceptance (not just tolerance) in Malaysia.
Yours sincerely,
A very frightened Malaysian abroad
Friday, June 17, 2005
A regret
God is humourous and wonderful. He often makes twists in life to create some fun and awareness. It's the final week for KST to chat and crap around and my faulty computer showed its wings and made its way to the repair shop for three days. As much as I wished to spend this temporarily final days with all of you, I am afraid I have not the facility.
Therefore, I will post this message here for all, using another person's facility :
For all
I have a wonderful time with all of you. However, my computer do not support MSN, blame my stupidity for converting back to Windows 98 SE. Therefore, handphone seems to be the only way. I can always contact Daphne through Yin Nin, so I guess communication should not be a barrier for us to keep in touch. I am currently using "MSN" through Trillian, so I may send messages to you, but miraculously I am "offline". You may reply, no worries. Hope that I can muster all the tech skills I have and reinstall MSN before I leave on 23 June.
For Yin Nin
For reasons all of us should know, I wanna send a message to you first. Although I realised the drastic positive changes in you, I have a feeling that you still have the tendency to return to your former state. You have to obtain faith and hope and believe that there will be a sunshine after all the lightning. If you have anything to share, Yin Ling or any other KST members can always help you. After all, she will be around you for the next two years. Take this opportunity to find serenity in the midst of the workload. You can do it.
For Peter Tok
Peter, although we have not communicate that much, I did enjoy our BM battle. Unanimously, you are better than me in that. All the best wishes to you in your JPA struggle and I think you will emerge as the winner later. Give JPA some time. If you should stay in Matriks, don't just study what you are taught but also study what you are NOT taught to avoid troubles in the university later. You know what I mean.
For Chok Yin Ling
After more than 8 days I knew Peter and Yin Nin, I knew you. I think the first time we chatted is when PJKru wrecked up some havoc in the ReCom thread. Then, we blasted him together and forced him to say sorry for all that. I have always enjoyed your quick and nice response. Studying medic is many person's dream, so don't waste it.
For Patrick Leong Tian Weng
Patrick, before I knew you, your ReCom posts are intimidating. However, after I knew you, I have somewhat learned some of your ways. Now, I gained some of those non-civil skills. May God bless you in your medicine studies.
For Ang Nooi Hoay
Don't be so depressed. I totally understand your feeling. You will probably remember that I was made to wait for 6 weeks also to get a scholarship and my situation is much more tighter than yours as I don't have a very very good results. However, you should be proud of yourself as not many people can become like you. You will have all our supports and don't worry, I will try to find whatever ways to communicate here, so don't worry of losing a crapping mate.
For Cheah Yee Leng
Well, this "departure" is not bringing me further than you, but nearer to you and you will be "faithfully waiting" for us to go online. Therefore, there isn't much to say here.
For Lai Kee Huong
I think that you are so innocent and straight-forward. Good luck to you in Matriks. You will probably do well in it and get admitted into the university and study the course that you want. Send my regards to Melody and may God bless both of you's friendship (no special meaning, but you can imagine if you want to).
For Daphne Chong
I have always think that I am unfair to you, and now I am beginning to do that again. I guess I will have to know you better. Anyway, good luck in your future plans .
Therefore, I will post this message here for all, using another person's facility :
For all
I have a wonderful time with all of you. However, my computer do not support MSN, blame my stupidity for converting back to Windows 98 SE. Therefore, handphone seems to be the only way. I can always contact Daphne through Yin Nin, so I guess communication should not be a barrier for us to keep in touch. I am currently using "MSN" through Trillian, so I may send messages to you, but miraculously I am "offline". You may reply, no worries. Hope that I can muster all the tech skills I have and reinstall MSN before I leave on 23 June.
For Yin Nin
For reasons all of us should know, I wanna send a message to you first. Although I realised the drastic positive changes in you, I have a feeling that you still have the tendency to return to your former state. You have to obtain faith and hope and believe that there will be a sunshine after all the lightning. If you have anything to share, Yin Ling or any other KST members can always help you. After all, she will be around you for the next two years. Take this opportunity to find serenity in the midst of the workload. You can do it.
For Peter Tok
Peter, although we have not communicate that much, I did enjoy our BM battle. Unanimously, you are better than me in that. All the best wishes to you in your JPA struggle and I think you will emerge as the winner later. Give JPA some time. If you should stay in Matriks, don't just study what you are taught but also study what you are NOT taught to avoid troubles in the university later. You know what I mean.
For Chok Yin Ling
After more than 8 days I knew Peter and Yin Nin, I knew you. I think the first time we chatted is when PJKru wrecked up some havoc in the ReCom thread. Then, we blasted him together and forced him to say sorry for all that. I have always enjoyed your quick and nice response. Studying medic is many person's dream, so don't waste it.
For Patrick Leong Tian Weng
Patrick, before I knew you, your ReCom posts are intimidating. However, after I knew you, I have somewhat learned some of your ways. Now, I gained some of those non-civil skills. May God bless you in your medicine studies.
For Ang Nooi Hoay
Don't be so depressed. I totally understand your feeling. You will probably remember that I was made to wait for 6 weeks also to get a scholarship and my situation is much more tighter than yours as I don't have a very very good results. However, you should be proud of yourself as not many people can become like you. You will have all our supports and don't worry, I will try to find whatever ways to communicate here, so don't worry of losing a crapping mate.
For Cheah Yee Leng
Well, this "departure" is not bringing me further than you, but nearer to you and you will be "faithfully waiting" for us to go online. Therefore, there isn't much to say here.
For Lai Kee Huong
I think that you are so innocent and straight-forward. Good luck to you in Matriks. You will probably do well in it and get admitted into the university and study the course that you want. Send my regards to Melody and may God bless both of you's friendship (no special meaning, but you can imagine if you want to).
For Daphne Chong
I have always think that I am unfair to you, and now I am beginning to do that again. I guess I will have to know you better. Anyway, good luck in your future plans .
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
the first Orientation
the time before recess time, all being occupied for our lower six's Orientation.
First of all, all lower six students were asked to sit in the 'astaka' which is near to the big field of school, listening to seniors' commands, instructions, and also teachers + headmistress' talk.
Then, we were asked to draw a paper from a box, to decide our group. Every group was guiding by an upper six student, our senior. I was in group 4, guiding by the prefect's leader (ketua pengawas)(an Indian guy), but I forgot about his post in form 6's club. All of those seniors are of the form 6's club's AJK, holding some post.
After settled down in each group respectively, we discussed and chose a group leader, ours was an Indian guy, and then we had to decide the team name also ~We were so quiet, don't have any idea at all, the senior was so eager, kept asking us for any idea~ ~, finally, we decided to name our team as "chain geng". It's of manglish actually, if in proper english, it should be " chain gang", the 'geng' is in malay. We did this acidentally as the malay gal who in charged in drawing the logo wrote wrongly ~
Then, we made the team cheer ~ we just shouted out the 'chain geng' word and did some big actions in group ~ I think we are the most oustanding group amongst all ^^it's because we kept shouting it and answered some command ~ lolx
when the senior said 'chain geng', we all have to say 'shhh' and put up our pointer finger to show other people to 'keep quiet' ~ lolz, don't forget oh, the senior is a prefect leader !
when the senior said 'adik abang', we all will have to say 'ya~, abang satia~' (in a special tone)it's not bad, quite fun~
OH~ we had to help teacher to wash their cars ~ some other groups were in charged in cleaning classrooms while some other had to wash toilets @@"
We washed two cars, but I don't think they were clean because we hard to take the water since it's quite far from the water source, we just 'cincai' did it =p
and... then, all gathered in the astaka again to listen to some instructions e.g: the things we have to bring for tomorrow. totally not a bad experience lar ~
First of all, all lower six students were asked to sit in the 'astaka' which is near to the big field of school, listening to seniors' commands, instructions, and also teachers + headmistress' talk.
Then, we were asked to draw a paper from a box, to decide our group. Every group was guiding by an upper six student, our senior. I was in group 4, guiding by the prefect's leader (ketua pengawas)(an Indian guy), but I forgot about his post in form 6's club. All of those seniors are of the form 6's club's AJK, holding some post.
After settled down in each group respectively, we discussed and chose a group leader, ours was an Indian guy, and then we had to decide the team name also ~We were so quiet, don't have any idea at all, the senior was so eager, kept asking us for any idea~ ~, finally, we decided to name our team as "chain geng". It's of manglish actually, if in proper english, it should be " chain gang", the 'geng' is in malay. We did this acidentally as the malay gal who in charged in drawing the logo wrote wrongly ~
Then, we made the team cheer ~ we just shouted out the 'chain geng' word and did some big actions in group ~ I think we are the most oustanding group amongst all ^^it's because we kept shouting it and answered some command ~ lolx
when the senior said 'chain geng', we all have to say 'shhh' and put up our pointer finger to show other people to 'keep quiet' ~ lolz, don't forget oh, the senior is a prefect leader !
when the senior said 'adik abang', we all will have to say 'ya~, abang satia~' (in a special tone)it's not bad, quite fun~
OH~ we had to help teacher to wash their cars ~ some other groups were in charged in cleaning classrooms while some other had to wash toilets @@"
We washed two cars, but I don't think they were clean because we hard to take the water since it's quite far from the water source, we just 'cincai' did it =p
and... then, all gathered in the astaka again to listen to some instructions e.g: the things we have to bring for tomorrow. totally not a bad experience lar ~
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Let's sing, KST, for our friendship
Let's sing this meaningful song together in one accord. (Yin Ling, Yin Nin, Patrick and Nooi Hoay, you all know what I mean) Err, I wonder if this can be our KST theme?
AT THE BEGINNING
We were strangers, starting out on a journey
Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through
Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you
No one told me, I was going to find you
Unexpected, what you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me
This is the start
* And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning with you
We were strangers, on a crazy adventure
Never dreaming, how our dreams would come true
Now here we stand, unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you
[Repeat *]
Knew there was somebody somewhere
I need love in the dark
Now I know my dream will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothing is going to tear us apart
[Repeat *]
Life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Starting out on a journey
[Repeat *]
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning
With you
-The End-
PS : I found this lyrics in the wedding songs page.....duh.
AT THE BEGINNING
We were strangers, starting out on a journey
Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through
Now here we are, I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you
No one told me, I was going to find you
Unexpected, what you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me
This is the start
* And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Life is a road now and forever wonderful journey
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning with you
We were strangers, on a crazy adventure
Never dreaming, how our dreams would come true
Now here we stand, unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you
[Repeat *]
Knew there was somebody somewhere
I need love in the dark
Now I know my dream will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothing is going to tear us apart
[Repeat *]
Life is a road and I wanna keep goin'
Love is a river I wanna keep flowin'
Starting out on a journey
[Repeat *]
In the end I want to be standing
At the beginning
With you
-The End-
PS : I found this lyrics in the wedding songs page.....duh.
Good news for our dear Nooi Hoay
Nooi Hoay, I think you have read this but I just wanna share again with all KST members :
Later, when opening the new RM1.1mil state MCA building in Alor Star, Ong said he had received an SMS from the MCA Youth that more than 100 SPM high achievers wanted the party’s help in their appeal to secure PSD scholarships.
He pledged to help these top scorers, especially those who had obtained 12As and 13As.
(Adapted from The Star, 11 June 2005)
Nooi Hoay, I need not say anymore. Send in your letter of appeal and it will be done.
Later, when opening the new RM1.1mil state MCA building in Alor Star, Ong said he had received an SMS from the MCA Youth that more than 100 SPM high achievers wanted the party’s help in their appeal to secure PSD scholarships.
He pledged to help these top scorers, especially those who had obtained 12As and 13As.
(Adapted from The Star, 11 June 2005)
Nooi Hoay, I need not say anymore. Send in your letter of appeal and it will be done.
Friday, June 10, 2005
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Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Seuntai kata untuk renungan bersama
Jika hari ini seorang perdana menteri berkuasa
Jika hari ini seorang raja menaiki takhta
Jika hari ini seorang presiden sebuah negara
Jika hari ini seorang ulama yang mulia
Jika hari in seorang peguam menang bicara
Jika hari ini seorang penulis terkemuka
Jika hari ini siapa saja menjadi dewasa
Sejarahnya dimulakan dengan seorang guru biasa
Dengan lembut sabarnya mengajar tulis baca.
Hargailah guru kita.
Jika hari ini seorang raja menaiki takhta
Jika hari ini seorang presiden sebuah negara
Jika hari ini seorang ulama yang mulia
Jika hari in seorang peguam menang bicara
Jika hari ini seorang penulis terkemuka
Jika hari ini siapa saja menjadi dewasa
Sejarahnya dimulakan dengan seorang guru biasa
Dengan lembut sabarnya mengajar tulis baca.
Hargailah guru kita.
Oh. I just read the first KST post.
And apparently I'm supposed to introduce myself. :) (oh yay, my favourite topic)
First of all, my name is Daphne. I have an elder brother who's a year older than me. He's in KMB slogging all out for his IB finals and recently got wonderful news that all Petronas scholars doing Petroleum Engineering will be going to the US. My sister is in Form 2. My parents are teachers, though my Dad is retired.
I read about my 'shimmering 10A1s' somewhere. I checked my result slip awhile ago...no sign of shimmers anywhere. :) I really don't see it a feat as great as some of you might think. Though if I got anything less than that I would probably be in a state of depression right now. It's weird.
I play tennis. Though most people are surprised when they learn of that fact, due to the fact that I am fat. Right Peter? I think the world's meanest people are those who criticise other people's physical appearances; and Mean People Suck (I have a batch that proves that).
I am online a lot, and have been keeping blogs/diaries/journals online since the middle of Form 1. Somehow I never get enough of it. I am an extrovert, as you may have already guessed. However I think I've been really quiet during the KST chats (that I was around for anyway)...due to the fact that I couldn't really differentiate one nick from the other.
At this point of my life, my friends mean more than anything in the world to me. When something means more than the world to you, you're risking it all to get hurt. Sometimes life sucks when people mean too much to you. You get hurt.
And then you get all jiwang-ed which is what I am right now so I think I should stop typing. After all my friend just asked me to translate something and I am bad at saying no.
Message me or something if you're interested in me and want to marry me. I prefer tall, dark, handsome, rich, smart, intelligent, nice, caring, kind, loving, chinese, humourous.
First of all, my name is Daphne. I have an elder brother who's a year older than me. He's in KMB slogging all out for his IB finals and recently got wonderful news that all Petronas scholars doing Petroleum Engineering will be going to the US. My sister is in Form 2. My parents are teachers, though my Dad is retired.
I read about my 'shimmering 10A1s' somewhere. I checked my result slip awhile ago...no sign of shimmers anywhere. :) I really don't see it a feat as great as some of you might think. Though if I got anything less than that I would probably be in a state of depression right now. It's weird.
I play tennis. Though most people are surprised when they learn of that fact, due to the fact that I am fat. Right Peter? I think the world's meanest people are those who criticise other people's physical appearances; and Mean People Suck (I have a batch that proves that).
I am online a lot, and have been keeping blogs/diaries/journals online since the middle of Form 1. Somehow I never get enough of it. I am an extrovert, as you may have already guessed. However I think I've been really quiet during the KST chats (that I was around for anyway)...due to the fact that I couldn't really differentiate one nick from the other.
At this point of my life, my friends mean more than anything in the world to me. When something means more than the world to you, you're risking it all to get hurt. Sometimes life sucks when people mean too much to you. You get hurt.
And then you get all jiwang-ed which is what I am right now so I think I should stop typing. After all my friend just asked me to translate something and I am bad at saying no.
Message me or something if you're interested in me and want to marry me. I prefer tall, dark, handsome, rich, smart, intelligent, nice, caring, kind, loving, chinese, humourous.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
It's just what they do here, okay?
Considering the fact that I am a member of the KST gang (look, my name is on the top of the list!), it would be a shame for me not to post here. Therefore here it is, people, my first ever KST post.
*break for berak*
I shall talk about friends.
I think about the future a lot. In my thoughts, I am surrounded by my friends - the ones I have now. We are laughing and sitting at a cafe talking about our lives. It doesn't matter that we are scattered throughout different parts of the world. When we're together everything just clicks; discomfort becomes an English word we hear about but never feel.
My good friend arrived from KL last night. A few hours ago, we were laughing and sitting at a cafe talking about our lives.
However it does matter that we are scattered throughout different parts of the world. A few hours ago while nervously fiddling with the piece of tissue paper I had in my hand, I felt uncomfortable.
The one thing I thought would never happen to us, happened.
*break for berak*
I shall talk about friends.
I think about the future a lot. In my thoughts, I am surrounded by my friends - the ones I have now. We are laughing and sitting at a cafe talking about our lives. It doesn't matter that we are scattered throughout different parts of the world. When we're together everything just clicks; discomfort becomes an English word we hear about but never feel.
My good friend arrived from KL last night. A few hours ago, we were laughing and sitting at a cafe talking about our lives.
However it does matter that we are scattered throughout different parts of the world. A few hours ago while nervously fiddling with the piece of tissue paper I had in my hand, I felt uncomfortable.
The one thing I thought would never happen to us, happened.
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