The one with my plea for proofreading (MUFY Testimonial)

I was somewhat skeptical of the program at first as for most part, my prior education was delivered in such a manner that major emphasis, if not all is placed upon the final written paper. However, after overcoming the initial difficulty in acclimating to the program structure I believe the flexibility and freedom complimenting the program allow, encourage and facilitate the growth in creativity, maturity and perhaps the most crucial of all, creativity. Furthermore, the similarity of its structure to university programs expedites the transition between college and university into no time at all. Last but not least, the experienced and dedicated lecturers who I am proud to call my friends are always willing to assist not only academically but personally as well. Despite my initial doubts, I sincerely believe Monash University Foundation Year is one of the most important stepping-stones in my seemingly endless journey to the pinnacle of knowledge and success.

The one with the revelation and devastation

Through A Distance

Through all fouls and miseries it was born,
Through the detached harmony it was torn,
Through the barren sea it was raised,
Through the fiendish flame it shall persevere.

Let there be a mended wound,
Let there be a howling wolf,
Let there be a brilliant moon,
Let there be a ghoulish rot.

For then it shall be written on,
For then it shall be forgotten,
For then it shall be raised from the beyond,
For then it shall truly lay upon the face of eternity.

Kelvin Hoo Kai Fu
30.11.2011

The one with anguish and pain

Manifestation of Hell

Fairy tales of a thousand words,
songs sang by a million souls,
poems recited by numerous herds,
carry nothing but affection's fouls.

Ignorant fools who fall helplessly into vein,
living but a rhetorical love story,
let their tears drench us as if those of the rain!
Let us laugh as they find their innocence crippled and buried!

"Oh the pain!" They will scream.
As we watch them writhed by the agony we bring.
"Why god, why!" released from their puny mouths,
not aware that this blasphemy is but the masterpiece of god himself.

Kelvin Hoo Kai Fu
some time ago

The one with the Physics Project

Hey people, so I think we are sticking to the steam engine unless anybody objects.
The most basic example which I found is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FwOIL74yrCU
Many more can be found if you search " Homemade steam engine" in Youtube.com
I have asked Pn.Madihah ( Hopefully that's her name ) and she suggested to present the even if it doesn't work ( as a static model )
So our biggest problem right now is the materials.
The following are the items I have found over the past few days :
1) A wooden base for the project
2) A bicycle pump as the piston
3) A pipe for the steam transmission
4) A boiler made out of a Milo can

What we need are anything that are not stated above. Please try searching for them.
May I suggest we meet up on monday at 9 to discuss about the theory and progress?
Text me if you have any ideas or can't make it on monday.
Thanks people!

The one with LAN

Question 10
The currency Crisis of 1997 saw the value of the Ringgit crashing against the US dollar.
Discuss the strategies the Government implemented to cushion the effects of the devaluation of the Ringgit and to restore the country's economy.
Evaluate the effectiveness of these measures.

So basically I have broken down the project into a few subtopics.
1) What went done - Cause, effect and mechanism of the Currency Crisis of 1997
- Simple explanation about international currency market and its mechanism ( Amirah )
- Background information on George Sorrows ( Ferlin )
- How George Sorrows attacked Malaysia's Currency ( Kel )
- Effect of a weak currency ( Kel )

2) The Rectification - Resolution , temptation and solution
- Background of IMF who offered help to Malaysia and Indonesia. ( Hui Li )
- What will happen if Malaysia accepted loan by IMF ( Ying Ying )
- Malaysia's attempt to rectify the fall in international competitiveness ( Fatin + Syalina )

3) The aftermath - Soaring through the fall
- The general accomplishment of a stabilized economy ( Rafida )
- Conclusion ( Jian Hao )

A lot of these information can be obtained from google. Either search " George Sorrows", "Malaysia's Currency Crisis", "Solution to Malaysia's Currency Crisis".

If you really can't find any information regarding your topics, do text me through the number I sent you the message with and I will try my best to feed you with information. Also, if you're clueless about your subtopic, text me for a general guide line.

I will email a template for the powerpoint presentation to your respective emails so the factor of compatability can be eliminated. Do use the font mentioned in the template. Please save all files under 2003, not 2007 as I don't think all of us are using 2007.

The one with "Upon the Appraiser"

Upon The Appraiser

The smell of blood, ever so arousing,

Upon my own hands, colored by the crimson red,

Drip after drip they fell upon the barren soil,

Into the muzzle of the devil waiting to be fed.

There I lay, with memories flashing before me,

Incredulous to things I have done,

There I stare, with my life fading before me,

As I thought it has just begun.

Is this the marge of my route?

I held up my head, unto the face of the assessor,

Have I failed to live my life without any doubt?

Failing to achieve the goals I sought after.

So damn me to hell!

With the eternal blaze of a thousand souls,

So damn me with no empathy!

With each of my committed fouls.

For then I shall truly lay in eternal peace.

Kelvin Hoo Kai Fu

30.5.2010

The one with the essay I wrote for SPM

Frightening experience

Do you believe in an euphoric world? I for one, do not. As a matter of fact, I can’t fathom how anyone can see the world as a place of peace and harmony. The world is filled with greed, violence, pain, suffering and a place where mercy is but a term created by adult to deceive their child. However, I used to be a believer. Back when I was a naïve sixteen year-old teenager, not knowing the vehement reality of the world is slowly creeping down upon me. It has been 6 years since that very event that changed my view upon the world. An event that haunted me as if of a tormented soul imploring to be released.

It was a mediocre Saturday night, or so I thought. The night was blessed with a full moon along with an orchestra of nature in my front yard. I was completing the last of my holiday assignments on the patio. The patio had always been my favorite part of the villa. Our house was decorated with things that I didn’t even know existed before. Well, maybe there were certain benefits to have your father as an engineer and your mother as an interior designer. I walked across the yard to my sister who was taking a dip in the swimming pool. I looked at Emily and said, “Looks like someone is trying to get rid of some extra weight”. She responded to my statement with a splash of water that drenched my entire torso. That was when it had all stated.

“Danny, would you please wrap a towel around your sister and bring her here?” he yelled across the garage. I had a gut feeling as my father had never addressed me with my middle name. I asked Emily to stay behind and run if she hears me screaming. I took a deep breath and headed for the garage as stealthy as I could. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. My heart beat started to rise as sweat began pouring down my face. There was a man! He charged towards me with what looked like a pistol in his hand. I tried to dodge but his agility proved to be prominent over my own. I managed to catch only a glimpse of his face before my vision failed me.

When I came back into my senses, I heard my father shriek in pain as one of the intruder buried a metal bullet in his thigh. I was frightened and confused. If the intruders were after our wealth, why had they yet to run with all of our belongings? Then, I picked up my ears as one of the intruder said, “You think what you did was justice!? I had a family to feed! Do you know how the life in prison was!?” Then it all made sense, few years ago, my father had exposed a scam carried out by his partner which literally extorted an arm and a leg off the company. My father yelled back in excruciating pain “Do you think it felt good exposing you!? You were my friend, I trusted you and you betrayed me! You were using my name in your scam! You were up a blind valley! I had to do something!” My father’s response only added fuel to the fire.

Then they dragged us out to the pool side. I saw with my own eyes, how they held my father’s hair and submerged his head through the surface of the water. He scuffled to no avail. I stared. All I could do was to stare as they tried to kill him. His movements seemed more limited every second that passed. Then finally, he was bereft of his life. The intruders panicked as both my mother and sister started screaming, afraid that the noise might alarm the neighbors or the night watch. I was in a place of my own, woken up only by the two gun shots that penetrated both of my remaining family members between their eyes. I saw then running as my Emily’s lifeless body fell into the pool.

They were never caught despite various attempts by the legal department. I watched as the murderers of my family members walked out of the house of justice with a smirk on the side of their face. They were off the hook after all that they had done. I had survived the pain, survived the experience and held my head high. Today I once again look in the eyes of the devils that broke into my home 6 years ago. Today I look at them as the prosecutor with the balls in my court. Today I see fear in their eyes as they were once lust for violence. Today, a weight was released off my soul as the judge sentenced them to a life time sentence. At last, justice has been served.

Non- SPM Ending

They were never caught despite of my effort with the legal department. I had done things I am not proud of to survive. I had looked forward to nothing, no dream, no future, no past. Living my life aimlessly. For so long I had waited for this day, for so long I had prepared. Today is the day where I can finally put my nightmare to rest. Today I once again look in the eyes of the devils that broke into my home 6 years ago. Today I see fear in their eyes as they were once lust for violence. Today they knelt before me with their hands bounded around their back, asking for mercy. Today I point the very tool they once used to take the life of the innocents, giving them a taste of their own medicine. Today, I have my revenge.

By Kelvin Hoo Kai Fu