Received a TKSS newsletter from a friend which was our former TKTS. I extracted a portion of it which I think maybe of interest to some of you if not all. Unable to copy so typed it out, sorry if there is any typo errors.

"It must have been years since you last stepped into TK Tech, or for the younger ones, TK.
This year we celebrate 50 years of memories as TK'sians - old boys, old girls, old friends. all together. once again. in the good style and the only way we know how - TK way.
So come and soak in the TK atmosphere anew with a new generation of TK students at the TK Golden Run on Saturday 22.July from 8am to 12 noon at Bedok Reservoir Park or encourage the artistic endeavor at the TK National Day Art Bazaar on Tuesday, 8 August from 8am to 10am in school.
Best of all, book a table to renew and celebrate your friendship with old classmates on 2 December at The Grand Celebration Dinner. Senior Minister Goh Chok Tong will also be there. Tables are limited, so book yours early.
Once in a while, we have to remind Katong that we are alive and kicking. So come to TK this year and make some noise. Da Vinci will be pleased."

Have a nice day!

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These days, my relationship with dad has gained a rather significant leap. In my younger days, I'd always be the one arguing how I saw things my way. Basically all your stubborn elements found during adolescence. I look at myself back then, I realize how much of a pain I was and am quite glad I don't give him anymore grief...hopefully not.

Lat night I attended my senior's dad's funeral, and those memories flashed across me during the recital by monks of the Pali sanskrit. Peng was my senior back in university where we represented the institute in tennis. Sadly for him, his dad met with his unfortunate demise by a fall in the washroom. The partners and former team mates turned up to show our respects and give him moral support.
I thought of dad the entire duration of the funeral. I remembered during my younger days, he told me everyone dies, including him and I cried profusedly. I just couldn't imagine how life would be without him and of course, mum. He said even doctors die too, and I remember saying "No way!"(Used to think doctors were only 2nd to god)

Many a times we think we know it all, because we're living in the 21st century loaded with modern mentality, information and attitude, but its all a facade really. No one knows better than our parents, they've been there, done that and they've certainly been through what we're just about to face. Their invaluable experience is what has guided them to their successes today. Doesn't hurt to listen, as I'm sure our parents only want the best for us.
Not all parents show it, but they have their own special way of expressing their love for us.

I think we as a human race, take everything for granted. Don't. You may never have the chance to show your gratitude to your own flesh and blood again. From a distance tonight, I could see Peng's mind wander about. I can bet you he was thinking of the good and bad times he shared with his dad, and how he would never have the chance to do it again. Deepest condolences, bro. Be strong, you'll make your dad proud when you're up there in the sky. Good luck to you achieving your wings. We're here for you always.

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C'est avec une interview exclusive de Noël Delfin, le guitariste de Rachid, que nous inaugurons ce qui, nous l'espérons, deviendra une série de portraits de personnes liées à l'activité artistique de notre musicien favori!
Voici le lien vers cette interview exclusive réalisée par Marie... et d'autres petites surprises!

Today, with an exclusive interview of Rachid's guitarist, Noël Delfin, we are inaugurating what will (hopefully) become a series of portraits - all connected to the artistic life of our favourite musician!
Here is a link to this interview by Marie (it has not been translated into English yet, but if U can wait... it could be your Christmas present!) ...and to other littles surprises!

Glittery texts by bigoo.ws

Wat am I doing? Its really been a long time since I posted something but… umm… right now, I’ll declare my blog inactive until further notice… coz of stupid eng project… delayed hws of a/c, maths, chi, malay, phy…. Stupid leh… I’m so busy until I can’t even see 大常今 is it correct?? Dun care lah… as long as u get the meaning…

Hmm… still doing my eng pro right now to tell the truth… hmm… wat else? Oh yea! My sis is coming back tomorrow!!! Well not really in the mood to post things here… need my blogger blog now… sigh… when I get into a mood with less worries and umm… more 闲空… ok… I wanna finish Gundam Seed! :’( Ah!!!!!

Sigh… this post is lame…. Hmm… yesterday got lost in Bandar… I started at the pasar malam near our skool… wanted to get to the soas one… dunno how to go… misunderstood directions… u noe, I went to the BOMBA!!! My god… IS even called me to call bomba n say I’m at ur door now… toink~

Well I’ve been sleeping late these days… my eyes is very tired rite now… but… I dunno…I have my 80 marks!!! My eng pro… juz finish my intro and abstract saja… now is Sunday, 3 pm… wonder if I’ll ever finish…

Chem. wasn’t that hard actually… but I haven’t study for physics and a/c! SHIT!!!!

Ok wat else??? Hmm… too long lah… ok… end of post…

P.S. I guess I cud introduce songs… hehe… but kinda lame though…. Will explain my rating scale next time….

Byeeeeeeeez,

Jason

I went out for pizza with a friend tonight. Then, we went back to her house and watched a movie she had rented ("Be Cool"), which I didn't like. I guess the soundtrack was the only good thing about it- LOL! Anyway, the heating was on, but it was so cold that we had to go get a couple of blankets, and guess what...they didn't help much. At a point, I moved my legs, and I realized they were almost numb, and I was moving "in slow motion", so to speak. I felt the cold deep in my bones, and my hands and feet were frozen. Now I'm feeling better.

I talked to Judy earlier. She went to bed about 30 minutes ago. She told me she was insecure about not waking up, and you can guess how I felt when she said that. She's on tranquilizers to prevent too much acid from flowing into her stomach, and they knock her out. I wish I were there with her, so I could check on her.

We still haven't got one single Christmas decoration in the house.
Tomorrow, my little cousin is supposed to come over to "help us" decorating our tree. She and her parents are spending the Holidays in a different city, so that's also why we're meeting up tomorrow.

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So we're here for only two days and suddenly Anthony is taking us out for a "weekend trip", as he calls it whenever he has a few days off from bartending in the trendy/touristy "Temple Bar" area of Dublin. So we hopped a bus to the city of Cork in the Southwest (does this process sound familiar to you all?)...

The ride, it being my first encounter with the Irish countryside, was beautiful. Small fields divided by old stone walls and small hedges, some with old country houses, some with sheep - just like I had imagined. The only thing I couldn't believe was that despite the fact that it was a few days until Christmas, everything was so... green.

They don't call it the Emerald Isle for nothing.

Cork is quite the splendid little city. It's over a millenia old, but it has a healthy mix of old and new. Somehow, it got named the "European Capital of Culture" and is really showing itself off this year. Methinks there's a load of EU money sprucing up the place.

We wandered into the Bru hostel and bar (brilliant combination), which was pretty sweet, and got a room for a song. Check yourself in there if you're ever in town - you won't be disappointed. We spent the rest of the day wandering about and Anthony and I spent the evening pub-crawling. All's I can say from that evening is I'd like to thank Bulmer's Cider, Burger King and the good folks of Cork Country for an excellent night out.

The next day, we took the bus to nearby Blarney Castle, home of the infamous Blarney Stone. The town of Blarney (the name, basically Gaelic for "bullcrap") was quaint and picturesque (definitely a reoccuring theme here), the castle was amazing and the stone was... awkward. I haven't kissed anything that cold since high school. *ba-dum-ching!* But seriously, folks... the castle was explorable and the surrounding grounds made for a pleasant walk. There were ancient caves and a Druid stone circle. It was definitely like being like in medieval times (the period, not the restaurant). I don't think I've ever been in a real castle before!

We took it easy for the rest of the trip. Some drinks, some pizza, some walking around town. Nothing too crazy. Another night, morning and bus ride later and now we're back in Dublin. Suddenly it's two days before Christmas and we're making plans for the big day. I'm stoked...

My opinions are rarely confused with those of George W. Will. That doesn't mean he's always wrong. Witness this column from the December 20 edition of The Washington Post.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/12/19/AR2005121900975.html?referrer=emailarticle

Me falta un trozo. Sí. Apenas hace un día que te fuiste y ya noto tu ausencia. Quizás la culpa sea mía, por deshacer sólo la mitad de la cama. Llené tu lado de libros, palabras que me acompañaron anoche, que inútilmente lucharon por calentar ese campo yermo, ese páramo que has dejado en mi colchón.
Anoche soñé con pérdidas. Perdí mi cuaderno de apuntes, ese que siempre me acompaña, aquel que contiene tantos pedacitos de mí. Dibujillos desafiantes, textos tímidos y apocados, recortes desenfrenados y heterogéneos.
Qué angustia por la pérdida. Qué desazón de búsqueda toda la noche.
Lo encontré, al final de mis sueños, gravemente mutilado. Alguien había arrancado las páginas más bellas, me habían robado, usurpado, mancillado.
Me he despertado desvalida y huérfana. Con la vivencia del sueño aún reciente, luchando a brazo partido con la realidad, trantando de erigirse él -y no mi vida- en garante de lo real. Y aún no sé si me dolió más que me robaran o que desecharan parte de mí.
Con el café volvió el calor y con él los muebles de nuestro salón. El lunes volveré a verte y mi block, sin duda, recuperará todas su páginas. Y encontrarás, seguro, alguna nueva. Para ti.

marathon, i mean the people who took pictures at the event and according to them, i was there! wooHOOO!! which one do you think is me? my number was suppose to have been 242...



teehee...

ok, on to disgusting news... i probably shouldn't be telling this because it sounds soooo weird!! i have a yeast infection in my mouth!!! ick!!! aaaaaahhhh... get your mind out of the gutter... hahaha... my breathing has been really bad, the air here has been absolutely horrible, all last week we had a cloud of gunk covering us, everyday there was a pollution advisory. the hospital rooms were packed with people with respiratory problems (thats what i heard)... my breathing was pretty labored too. i went back on the asthma meds, singulair and advair. well, with the advair i have to swish out my mouth with water after i inhale the stuff. if i don't i can get thrush (a yeast infection)... and well, back to the beginning of the story, i have a yeast infection of the mouth! YUCK!!! GROSS!!! (but it doesn't sound funny, huh? haha)

NO, I'm not talking about the hit TV show. I'm referring to surfing the Internet, looking for information that is genuinely relevant to the search request you entered.

Here's what I mean. As you should know by this point, I am in the hunt for my next "perfect" motorcycle. I am preparing myself to give up the V-Star Custom 1100 cruiser and enter the realm of Adventure Motorcycling.

As I always do before making such a major change, I do my investigative work to single out and find the most current and reliable information I can. I'm not talking about the slanted views of so-called motorcycle magazine "reviews". The ones where the words are oiled by the same motorcycle companies that run large ads in the magazine and provide the writer's with free apparel, and products. I'm talking about the people who actually own and ride the type of motorcycle I am interested in.

As it turns out, despite the vast amount of information that is floating around in the www. Universe, much of it is contaminated with false links. You know, the ones go to an ad page that tries to sell you trips to the Bahamas, instead of giving you the specifications for a 2004 KTM 900.

During the past week, I have spent much of my spare time and late nights trying to enter all of the words and "key phrases" that will strike the hearts of the monster search engines that actually select what it is they think we are looking for. It's as frustrating as asking a two-year old to go to the local library and find Homer's "Odyssey" amongst the thousands of books there.

My friend Cutter and I are continually talking and exchanging e-mails, trying to sort out fact from fantasy. While the online motorcycle E-zines have articles available, they tend to publish the exact same information and typically waste most of the article quoting the manufacturer's own brochure information, word for word. I want real insight from real motorcycle riders, not the useless opinion of someone paid to promote their customers products.

I have put over 14,000 miles on my V-Star. If someone asks, I can tell then with some authority about the positive and (very few) negative things I have learned in the past year-and-a-half of riding it. That's what we web surfers want, relevant, reliable, easily discernible information! Not offers for time sharing condos in Aspen.

Luckily for me, the bits and pieces of reliable information that I could find have only helped confirm my belief that I have found the next "perfect" motorcycle. I was also able to locate several e-mail addresses for current owners with the exact same year, type and color, and as one fellow rider from South Poland e-mailed, "If the condition is excellent and the mileage is low don't think too much BUY IT!

Now that's the kind of information I was looking for!

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