Dates

Teachers
English - Ms Victoria Chong
Mother Tongue -Various
Biology -Mdm Ho & Ms Chua
Chemistry -Mr Vincent Seah
Physics - Mr Prakash (form teacher)
Maths - Ms Hang GC
A. Maths -?Ms Hang GC
Social Studies - Various
History -Ms Lin
Geography -?Ms Siti
Physical Ed -Mr Kelvin Poon
*Interns

Students
Anita Koo - Library
Boh Gee Fang -Girl Guides
Carene Loo - Shooting Club
Chan Ching Ying¹² - Netball
Chan Qian Ying - Shooting Club
Chung Shi Yong - Girl Guides
Clarrisa Neo - Golf
Bernice Goh - Infocomm Club
Leong Yi Wei - Netball
Liew Xiao Wei - Girl Guides
Hannah Low - Shooting Club
Luah Bao Jun - Guitar Ensemble
Nadira¹³ - Netball / FMU
Shirleen Tan - Chinese Dance
Melissa Sim - Girl Guides
Tan Rou Yun - Girl Guides
Charmaine Tan - Gu Zheng
Tay Hui Tin - Library
Toh Ker Cing - Chinese Dance
Tsang Hui En¹ - Library
Wong Jia Xin - NPCC
Ang Jing Shun - Volleyball
Benjamin Cham³ - NCC
Darren Chow - NCC
Dean Chiam³ - Shooting Club
Ge Yong An - NPCC
Koh Ho Kiat¹ - NCC
Lee Kian Wee - NCC
Lee Yu Jie²³ - Volleyball
Lim Guan Hong - NCDCC
Lim Wei Sheng³ - NCC
Low Eugine - Robotics Club
Mhd Adib² - NCC
Mhd Dinie Afig¹ - NCC
Andy neo - NPCC
Nicholas Ng - NCDCC
Ong Yu Fei²³ - Infocomm Club
Tan Jun An - Shooting Club
Tan Jun Jie - NPCC
Jordon Tan²³ - 24 Drums
Tay Kang Xun - Military Band
Toh Ee Siang - Badminton
Tok Chun Ming - NPCC
Benjamin Yap - Badminton
¹ Student Councillors
² CCA Captain / President / Head
³ Class Reps

Birthdays
January
Luah Bao Jun - 27/01

February
Low Eugine - 05/02
Tan Rou Yun - 06/02
Ong Yu Fei - 15/02
Ang Jing Shun - 20/02
Mhd Adib - 28/02

March
Toh Kercing - 02/03
Lim Guan Hong - 30/03

April
Lee Yu Jie - 01/04
Chung Shi Yong - 10/04
Dean Chiam - 11/04
Mhd Dinie Afig - 24/04
Andy neo - 27/04

May
Carene Loo - 05/05

June
Ben Cham - 01/06
Shirleen - 02/06
Ho Kiat - 07/06
Jordon - 22/06
Gee Fang - 26/06
Darren - 28/06

July
Yong An - 06/07
Ching Ying - 16/07
Hui Tin - 17/07
Nicholas - 18/07
Bernice - 22/07
Ben Yap - 26/07

August
Yi Wei - 23/08

September
Jia Xin - 11/09
Hannah - 16/09
Jun An - 26/09

October
Qian Ying - 12/10
Charmaine - 13/10
Chun Ming - 13/10
Xiao Wei - 13/10
Nadira - 26/10
Wei Sheng - 28/10

November
Kian Wee - 19/11
Anita - 28/11

December
Hui En - 30/12

I walked down the familiar tracks again. I slumped aimlessly under the heat. Like a thousand-carat diamond showing off its brilliant cuts, the sun sliced the sky into abstraction. After which he left behind his accomplices, Stuffiness and Humidity to finish of the job. The path was long; I have nowhere in mind to go. I just thought of seeing one train today, I would turn around, away from the blistering heat, and head back to main road, where trees provide shade, where life hits the green triangular 'play' button again.

Now, my life is in a standstill. There has been no sight of other beings the moment i stepped into this secluded place, so I could not be sure if time was actually still running. I was in my school uniform with my shirt neatly tucked in; even my collar pin was not taken off yet.

I thought I heard a slight enchanting tune, alike a sweet whisper. I moved closer to the source, hastening my steps. From behind, came a humming sound. Faint at first, but growing by the second. Two honks blanketed the atmosphere. Out of a sudden, the clock seemed to tick again. The train sped past me. The ground rumbled like a mild earthquake, causing small rocks to avalanche down small rock piles.

This was what I came here for, the immense roaring of the engine that consoles the mind, the mild earthquake that soothes the spirit, the swashing wind that rejuvenates the soul. It’s a miniscule comparison to the effects of the Grand Canyon, but something similar. The majestic hollering made me new again.

I walked on to the source of the bewitching tune, which I can only put it somewhere between Indian and Arabian. It has that pinch of bell-like timbre, yet the bass was deep. It seemed to be coming from inside the Hindu temple. The path I stood on was in the open, the temple resides among a messy shade of palm trees and banana trees.

Its roof protruded out from the greenery like a pyramid. On it was small intricately carved statues, I could only recognize Lord Vishnu, the figurine painted in blue, and the rest were foreign. The path cuts into the shade, leading up to the back exit of the temple. A ray of light shone down through the thick leaves onto the tattered backdoor that look more like a stack of wire mesh, cupboard, newspapers and scotch tape hinged to the wall. It was slightly ajar so I peered in curiously, I could see Hindus. My mind start boiling up wild thoughts, what if they are some weird tribesmen and they catch me and eat me?

The music was too enchanting for me to walk away immediately; I stood there like a humming bird sucking nectar. Until somebody invited me in, I was expecting it, Hindus are generally kind, yet we are always making fun of them! They signaled me to remove my shoes which I had unknowingly walked in with, I felt abashed.

Devotees stood facing yet another row of a dozen statues. Four men half clad in white cloth were pouring milk on various statues of different animals. The beguiling tune came from a group of 2 humbly dressed men. One of them was thumping his fingers on a tabla, an Indian drum, and another guy was handling a shehnai, similar to an oboe.

At that very moment, the impregnable, yet inconspicuous line between different races became clear. We are all separated by boundaries. These boundaries are thicker for certain races and thinner for other ones. This boundary is religion. Malays are devoted Muslims. Indians are committed Hindus. Chinese are separated into a few, Buddhists, Taoists, Christians, Catholics, etc.

And it is because all these religions do not accept each other, therefore, we can never live together harmoniously. The only way to unite everyone is to remove religion (errm, which is impossible), otherwise a thousand years later, there will still be war and hate. I finally realised the irony of it; religions are opposing each other, like little kids fighting, even though the basics of all faiths starts from Love.

May thou Lord bless me with the understanding of this wretched world.

The End

lol lol lol, okay i find the ending rather lame too. That's it! There won't be anymore short stories since school has reopened, Class Blog IS Class Blog.

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