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Thank you mellyjelly/drumthings for this fantabulous skin=D

always one for all and all for one
TK - a class of its own

thanks mr lee and mr koh and mdm so for your guidance and support and motivation all this while.
your vision and desire to see our batch excel and soar to greater heights.





without fail! thanks mrs tan SF, mr tan KH, mrs chee


all the revision exercises, supplementary exercises, notes, lectures, remedials, SPA practicals and all. i'm starting to miss it already.

must keep the passion of TK Chemistry burning like never before. it is TK Chemistry Department which truly inspire me to aspire to be a chemistry teacher (in TK) one day. x)


thanks EL department:
ms lian, mdm puja, mdm yeo, mrs poh, mrs poon, mdm farida, ms nah, mrs wee, ms kwong, mrs koh.


thanks Humanities Department:
mrs lena poh and mrs yeo BL and of course:
ms sri, mrs tan TF, mdm mariam, mrs wee, mr teo KK, ms yap, mr yusri, mdm ong, mrs chen, ms nani

thanks mdm halilah, mrs hwang LB, mr kang HC, ms ada tan, mrs tan PL, mdm goo, mrs khairul and all.

thanks mrs neo LK, ms goh PG


thanks mrs yap, ms ang, mdm rubina.

thanks ms low KS, ms lim AB, mdm he XH, ms ong HK

awesome

excellent

spectacular



thanks to all the TK teachers for making history once again for TK class of 2007. your hard work, effort and time spent for all the notes, lessons, remedials, lectures, and especially the last push for the Os, it touched me deeply that you all have exemplified the saying that TK teachers will go the extra mile, no matter what it takes, to ensure the best for the students.

you truly deserve the credit for the excellent results for 2007. thanks so much for everything, knowing that the feeling of satisfaction which comes from seeing your students do well and excel is simply amazing indeed.

it's been an awesome and memorable journey for me and i believe, for the sec4batch '07 as well.
but i hope that as we step fourth to a new institution, the TK flag will continue to fly high as TK grows from strength to strength - always.

indeed, the culmination of the 4 years in TK has left me speechless and i'm amazed at what TK did for me, is doing in me, and about to do for future batches which pass through the gates of TK.



praise God for His provision as well!

"How Can I Keep From Singing"

There is an endless song
Echoes in my soul
I hear the music ring
And though the storms may come
I am holding on
To the rock I cling

How can I keep from singing Your praise
How can I ever say enough
How amazing is Your love
How can I keep from shouting Your name
I know I am loved by the King
And it makes my heart want to sing

I will lift my eyes
In the darkest night
For I know my Saviour lives
And I will walk with You
Knowing You'll see me through
And sing the songs You give

I can sing in the troubled times
Sing when I win
I can sing when I lose my step
And fall down again
I can sing 'cause You pick me up
Sing 'cause You're there
I can sing 'cause You hear me, Lord
When I call to You in prayer
I can sing with my last breath
Sing for I know
That I'll sing with the angels
And the saints around the throne

The Castle of God’s Love
by Larry Libby condensed from Someone Awesome

Many truths about God are TOO BIG for our minds to hold. We can know some of the truth – it shines in our hands like star-bright jewels. But there is always more and more and more. More than we can ever know.

We can know a little about God’s love, but we could never begin to reach our thoughts around something so mighty.

Sometimes it helps me to think about it like this...

Imagine God’s love is a huge castle, soaring higher than a thousand white-peaked mountains – linked together – with their tops poking into space. Imagine looking at this castle from far away. There it is...vast and high, gleaming like morning sun on new snow. It towers reach up and up toward Heaven. Its windows blaze with bright, welcome light.

The castle is so great it would take a lifetime to walk around it.

You’d love to find out everything you could about that beautiful castle. And there is so much to see and taste and know. The gardens are bigger than your whole state (even if you live in Alaska) and spill over with towering trees and flowering trees and leaping fountains and majestic waterfalls and deep, bubbling springs and a rainbow of singing birds and – well, who knows what else. Its rooms are filled up with wondrous treasure and music and laughter and mysteries and places where you can explore and play and hide and rest.

No one has seen all its rooms and towers.

No one has eaten in its long, sunny banquet halls.

No one has peered through all its high windows...

Can you know all of it? No. Not in this world. Not even in a trillion years in Heaven.

But you can find a special room in that castle. A room you’ll love so very much. And you can get to know that room, look out of your own window, and at the end of the day curl up in a big soft chair and fall asleep.

Every bit of the castle belongs to you and me, but small as we humans are, we can only enjoy and understand just so much at a time. But we have the rest of our lives here on Earth and endless life in Heaven to keep learning and seeing and hearing more and more.

This is the castle of God’s love.



praise God for His blessings throughout the O level period! Truly, mighty to save.

crystals


potassium aluminium sulphate (black)


sodium chloride

The Wallet



As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him anymore because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.


It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me.

I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"

"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.

"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us."

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired oldtimer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael."

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."

"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"

I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times."

"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.

"He's one of the oldtimers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks." I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"

"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."

"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"

"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."

He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.

"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, Mister? I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her."

"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?"

She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?"

She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.

"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Unknown

Never Forget





Avalon-Amos




Your presence is a present to the world.

You're unique and one of a kind.

Your life can be what you want it to be.

Take the days, just one at a time.

Count your blessings, not your troubles.

You'll make it through, whatever comes along.


Within you are so many answers.

Understand, have courage, be strong.


Don't put limits on yourself.


So many dreams are waiting to be realized.


Decisions are too important to leave to chance.


Reach for your peak, your goal and your prize.


Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.


The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.


Don't take things too seriously.


Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.


Remember that a little love goes a long way.


Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.


Remember that friendship is a wise investment.


Life's treasures are people . . . together.


Realize that it's never too late.

Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.


Have health, hope and happiness.


Take the time to wish upon a star.


And don't ever forget . . .


For even a day . . .


How very special you are.






Author Unknown