This survey is for entertainment purpose only, it's purely for fun and doesn't mean to hurt anyone...
Btw, only 4 people who voted for this,lol!!!
The result is published as the following:
Most Handsome OO: Chee Leong
Prettiest OO: Clarissa
Most Enthusiastic OO: Keen Wai
Least Enthusiastic OO: Noel, Ickes, Pui Ling, Millie, Mervyn & Pei Jin
Most popular OO: Wei Rong
Least Popular OO: Huey Ling
Most Favourite OO: Ickes
Least Favourite OO: Mervyn
Friendliest OO: Wei Rong & Ickes
Most Helpful OO: Wei Rong & Keen Wai
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
23 October 2009 Outing
Last Friday Futsal was cancelled because of big rain, so we went for dinner earlier. Haha, guess what? We didn't book Yuan Steamboat Restaurant, so by the time we reached there, there was a lot of people Q-ing outside. We went to another Restaurant instead because we were too hungry and couldn't willing to wait. We went to the opposite of Yuan,it is called Summer Steamboat Restaurant!!!! The food are not bad too. Special thing about this is you can take the food and ask them to BBQ for you!!! Hehe.
However,the price is RM21.80 per adult, more expensive...not much variety than Yuan there I guess,so I prefer Yuan more...:-)
Han Hong, who always want to avoid Group picture!
Back (From Left): Noel, Keen Wai, Marcellus, Wei Rong
Front (From Left): Ickes, Kevin, Jeremy, Mei Ying, Samantha
However,the price is RM21.80 per adult, more expensive...not much variety than Yuan there I guess,so I prefer Yuan more...:-)
Han Hong, who always want to avoid Group picture!
Back (From Left): Noel, Keen Wai, Marcellus, Wei Rong
Front (From Left): Ickes, Kevin, Jeremy, Mei Ying, Samantha
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Attention,This Friday!!!!!
There will be Futsal at 7pm, after that we will go Yuan Steamboat Sunway to eat buffet!!!
So what can we eat at Yuan??? So many food!!!!!!!! And what reminds us of Yuan, it's the Honey Chicken Wing!!!!!
Yummy...
Halloween Party
I suggest this to all group 8 members!!!! Halloween Party!!! It will be fun!!! Support charity and let's celebrate together!!!! Anyone wants to buy tickets can tell Ickes at ickes_angelo88@hotmail.com
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
OO Evaluation Voting!!!!
Dear Group 8 Juniors,
We have done a survey for the juniors to evaluate your OOs!!!
You can vote for your favourite OO, most popular OO and others here!!!
Happy voting!!!!!
Click Here to take survey
We have done a survey for the juniors to evaluate your OOs!!!
You can vote for your favourite OO, most popular OO and others here!!!
Happy voting!!!!!
Click Here to take survey
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
((((((((:
To all those who are feeling super stressed and tired from studying for exams, here's a short but touching story for you! Cheer up and feel GR8! ((:
The Introduction from
To a Child, Love is Spelled T-I-M-Eby Mac Anderson and Lance Wubbels
In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, bent his great frame and made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half-windows. Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had drawn him here.
It began with the fond recollection of the love of his life, long gone, and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover.
Silent as a mouse, he patiently opened the long-buried treasures and soon was lost in a sea of memories. Although his world had not stopped spinning when his wife left it, the past was more alive in his heart than his present aloneness.
Setting aside one of the dusty albums, he pulled from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son's childhood. He could not recall ever having seen it before, or that his son had ever kept a journal.
Why did Elizabeth always save the children's old junk? he wondered, shaking his white head.
Opening the yellowed pages, he glanced over a short entry, and his lips curved in an unconscious smile. Even his eyes brightened as he read the words that spoke clear and sweet to his soul.
It was the voice of the little boy who had grown up far too fast in this very house, and whose voice had grown fainter and fainter over the years. In the utter silence of the attic, the words of a guileless six-year-old worked their magic and carried the old man back to a time almost totally forgotten.
Entry after entry stirred a sentimental hunger in his heart like the longing a gardener feels in the winter for the fragrance of spring flowers. But it was accompanied by the painful memory that his son's simple recollections of those days were far different from his own. But how different?
Reminded that he had kept a daily journal of his business activities over the years, he closed his son's journal and turned to leave, having forgotten the cherished photo that originally triggered his search.
Hunched over to keep from bumping his head on the rafters, the old man stepped to the wooden stairway and made his descent, then headed down a carpeted stairway that led to the den.
Opening a glass cabinet door, he reached in and pulled out an old business journal. Turning, he sat down at his desk and placed the two journals beside each other.
His was leather bound and engraved neatly with his name in gold, while his son's was tattered and the name "Jimmy" had been nearly scuffed from its surface. He ran a long skinny finger over the letters, as though he could restore what had been worn away with time and use.
As he opened his journal, the old man's eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to other days. In his own neat handwriting were these words:
Wasted the whole day fishing with Jimmy. Didn't catch a thing.
With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took Jimmy's journal and found the boy's entry for the same day, June 4. Large scrawling letters pressed deeply in the paper read:
Went fishing with my dad. Best day of my life.
The Introduction from
To a Child, Love is Spelled T-I-M-Eby Mac Anderson and Lance Wubbels
In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, bent his great frame and made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half-windows. Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had drawn him here.
It began with the fond recollection of the love of his life, long gone, and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover.
Silent as a mouse, he patiently opened the long-buried treasures and soon was lost in a sea of memories. Although his world had not stopped spinning when his wife left it, the past was more alive in his heart than his present aloneness.
Setting aside one of the dusty albums, he pulled from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son's childhood. He could not recall ever having seen it before, or that his son had ever kept a journal.
Why did Elizabeth always save the children's old junk? he wondered, shaking his white head.
Opening the yellowed pages, he glanced over a short entry, and his lips curved in an unconscious smile. Even his eyes brightened as he read the words that spoke clear and sweet to his soul.
It was the voice of the little boy who had grown up far too fast in this very house, and whose voice had grown fainter and fainter over the years. In the utter silence of the attic, the words of a guileless six-year-old worked their magic and carried the old man back to a time almost totally forgotten.
Entry after entry stirred a sentimental hunger in his heart like the longing a gardener feels in the winter for the fragrance of spring flowers. But it was accompanied by the painful memory that his son's simple recollections of those days were far different from his own. But how different?
Reminded that he had kept a daily journal of his business activities over the years, he closed his son's journal and turned to leave, having forgotten the cherished photo that originally triggered his search.
Hunched over to keep from bumping his head on the rafters, the old man stepped to the wooden stairway and made his descent, then headed down a carpeted stairway that led to the den.
Opening a glass cabinet door, he reached in and pulled out an old business journal. Turning, he sat down at his desk and placed the two journals beside each other.
His was leather bound and engraved neatly with his name in gold, while his son's was tattered and the name "Jimmy" had been nearly scuffed from its surface. He ran a long skinny finger over the letters, as though he could restore what had been worn away with time and use.
As he opened his journal, the old man's eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to other days. In his own neat handwriting were these words:
Wasted the whole day fishing with Jimmy. Didn't catch a thing.
With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took Jimmy's journal and found the boy's entry for the same day, June 4. Large scrawling letters pressed deeply in the paper read:
Went fishing with my dad. Best day of my life.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Sem2 easy notes
Sem 2 notes
To all current sem 2 group 8, this is a file where our senior made to make your life easier to pass sem 2 only, so if you're aiming for A, do read more yourself!
To all current sem 2 group 8, this is a file where our senior made to make your life easier to pass sem 2 only, so if you're aiming for A, do read more yourself!
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