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-Ms Yeo[Form; Maths; CME] -Mrs Sim[Sci] -Mr Lim[EL] -Mr Greg[EL] -Ms Tan[EL] -Ms Shuhadah[Maths] -Mr Chaw[Maths] -Mr Lau[Maths] -Mr Lou[History] -Ms Chiang[MT] -?[MT; MALAY] -Mr Hasyim[PE] -Ms Tho[PE] -Mr Su[D&T] -Mr Kamar[D&T] -Ms Andrea[Lit] -Mr Azwandi[Art] -Mr Mohammad[Geog] -Mr Tan[Geog] -Ms Tay[HE] -Ms Sng[HE] -Ms Tan[HE] `2007 -Ms Loh[Form; CME; Maths] -Mr Song[Co-form] -Ms Ong[Maths] -Mrs Sim[Sci] -Ms Sandhya -Ms Chai[MT] -?[MT; MALAY] -Mr Hasyim[PE] -Mr Su[D&T] -Mr Song[D&T] -Mr Koh[History] -Mr Seetoh[History] -Mrs Choo[Geog] -Ms Andrea[Lit] -Ms Tan[Lit] -Ms Lina[Art] -Ms Dynah[Art] -Ms Sng[HE] -Ms Li{HE] Song ,
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Designer: Yours truly . |
Sunday, June 15, 2008 @ 9:07 PM
HAPPY FATHERS' DAY~!A poem for all fathers to appreciate. (: Hands are a bond between father and son - William Byrd Hands are a bond between father and son, A tool that one teaches the other to use, Needing to pass on the passion, or lose Doing what long generations have done: Sowing the seeds of what they have begun. Fathers and daughters have a romance - Barry Taylor Fathers and daughters have a romance That goes on for the rest of their lives, Destined to ripen and age as they dance Through the days of their husbands and wives. Up near the surface their love is distinct, Like a garden surveyed in the sun, In which seedtime and full bloom are credibly linked By a consciousness shared and hard won. Deep down below, where the world is a dream, And the dream is a world of its own, All manner of memories the moments redeem In a place where one's never alone. Happy Father’s Day to my dear Dad - Turlough O'Carolan Happy Father’s Day to my dear Dad. As you have loved me, so have I loved you, Pleased to tell you, now that words are due, Pleased to have this chance to make you glad. Your years of love and sacrifice have had For me the force that you would wish them to, A wind that takes me home to harbors new, The inner voice in clothes familiar clad. How might I be myself, except I see Each gesture in the mirror of your grace, Remembered as it was when long ago, ‘Ere I knew why, I looked to you for love? So am I of you inextricably, Defined by trends not difficult to trace As I grow into someone that I know, Yet myself in ways that time will prove. .BUHHBYE .SERENE |