Sat with Rocky and the gang on the upper balcony of the Press Club last night. The Jalur Gemilang unfurled, carried on the back of a gentle breeze. Or perhaps on the voices of the young journalists who sang with their hearts.
Our future is in the hands of the young. Their future is something that only we can guarantee.
Our future is in the hands of the young. Their future is something that only we can guarantee.
