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Rooban Chand Farhan Justin Lim Happenings bring about the dynamicity in life. This section is designed for the readers to reminisce on the happenings in the school. The Grand Old Lady is well known for the many events held inside or out of the school. Whether it’s the nostalgia or just the curiosity of what happened in the school this year, I really do hope that this section captures those moments well. Rooban Chand
Happenings 2010 54 Chinese New Year Celebration Happy Chinese New Year! As usual, the One Malaysia concept was portrayed yet again by all the entire staff by showing their support and interest in celebrating a cultural event in the spirit of togetherness. At first, they sat down in groups and mingled while waiting for everyone else to enter the hall. Once everyone had entered, the teachers and the staff began to take their food. It was a hard time picking considering the fact that there was a wide variety of delicious servings. It was a wonderful sight looking at so many teachers dressing up in red in support of the celebration. The face of satisfaction could be seen in each and every one who attended the typical Malaysian food brunch. The King And I Fourth of July was a significant day. It was, after all, the U.S. Independence Day. Unfortunately for President Obama, Penangites were more interested in the Penang Free School production of ‘The King And I’. After the successful staging of ‘Phantom of the Opera’ in our own iconic school hall last year, the school decided to hold this year’s play in Dewan Sri Pinang. The Yang Di-Pertua Negeri Pulau Pinang graced the sold-out event. This year’s production featured an all-Free cast; the actresses coming from the Form Sixes, of course. The actors and actresses played their roles exceptionally well besides managing to sing their way into the audience’s hearts. Kudos to the two Directors, Pn. Malini and Miss Mabel Lim, for the outstanding guidance, and our orchestra for adding a touch of elegance to the memorable night. All in all, the production was a huge success as everyone left the auditorium in smiles, having put their Sunday night to good use. There should’ve been a school holiday the next day though, as the play ended at midnight!
Happenings 2010 55 Teachers’ Day 2010 Who do we thank for the leaders we have today? Who shaped them? It is undeniable that parents play a very important role in the upbringing of their children and cultivating the moral values that the world very much needs these days. However, the teachers in our lives, sadly being the unsung heroes at times play just as an important role. Not only students in Penang Free School, but students from all over the world have their teachers to thank for. The teachers we have had so far in my secondary school career take the time and effort in not only teaching us, but beautifying our souls. The teachers we have in the school are not only patriots, for they show care, love and compassion as if we were children of their own. The 16th of May would be the day where teachers are shown how much they truly are appreciated and it would also be the day for them to take a break and laugh things off after another year’s of work. We could never repay them for what they have done for us. Even if we could, the teachers I know would not accept it. Their sincerity in what they do is overwhelming. So, every year, it has been a tradition in the school to celebrate this joyous day filled with gratitude in our hearts. On the morning of the 17th of May, the teachers marched across the field led by the students. Being the first two to reach, Mr. Ramli and Mr. Boopalan stood at the early steps of the pavilion as they shook each and every teacher’s hand as they made their way up to the pavilion. The celebration started off with a prayer recited by Ustaz Wan Mohamed. Mr. Ho Nean Chan, the Senior Assistant followed by by the Headmaster, Mr. Ramli, with the head of PTA, Mr. Boopalan Manickam and Ustaz Shuhaimi, the Senior Assistant of Student Affairs. All of them were escorted to the pavilion with the melodious sounds of the kompang Mr. Shuhaimi gave a short speech before all those on the pavilion recited an oath, one in which is recited yearly. The teachers were then awarded with their outstanding performances respectively. After that, the colourful mouth-watering cake was cut by Mr. Ramli and Mr. Boopalan. After that, a sixth former read a poem he created aloud. Mr. Boopalan then gave a speech and the latter was one by Mr. Ramli himself. The teachers then sang a few songs together before the games began. This session kicked off with a tugof-war between the teachers and the students. Both sides put up a great fight. Shortly after, the football match between the teachers and students started. It is safe to say that each side portrayed their talents in this match. The female teachers then moved to the school hall as they had activities of their own to be carried out. Initially, they squared off at the centre of the dance floor. They then moved on to musical chairs before sitting back and enjoying performances from the students. Before the day ended, there was another prize-giving ceremony. The students of Penang Free School will always remember and cherish their teachers. Rooban Chand
Happenings 2010 56 Cross Country Run The cross country run was held on the 13th of March this year. This event started off with our beloved teachers leading the students in an aerobic session as a warm up to the long journey we were going to have after that. As the aerobic session ended, students were already well prepared, packed with energy to start the race. When the race started, teen spirits battled to reach the finishing line first. Teachers and Red Crescent Society members were placed at check points. After a good 45 minutes, students were seen passing through the finishing line. As all the students gathered again, the hard work and effort of certain people were paid off as the first twenty students to finish were announced and received a prize each. Additional Sports The additional sports days are a season filled with excitement ,hope and high spirits. Students look forward to this two-day event in order to strive and gain points through various field events for their respective sports houses. The additional sports days, held this year in March was a great success as every student participated in order to put their sports houses in the lead. Every teacher and student cooperated in terms of organization, participation and support. This funfilled event is a memorable one for every student and teacher.
Sports Day 2010 The majestic and widely spoken about Penang Free School Sports Day has finally arrived. Although the Sports Day was scheduled to start at 12.00pm, students came as early as 8.30 in the morning to help decorate their house tents in order to impress the teachers and guests that are going to be present. The sports kicked off with a march past from each of the sports houses and the Penang Free School Band, as they salute the teachers and the honoured guests present. After the school athlete had led the vow, the sports houses marched back to the respective tents and the track events started. After a good few hours, the track events ended. It was the time anxiously awaited for by many -- the prize-giving ceremony. At the end of the day, the proud overall winner of the sports days and events was announced. Once again, Wu Lien Teh reigned with glory. Happenings 2010 57
Happenings 2010 58 Surabaya Visit Greetings....we come in peace. Our Asian neighbours paid us a visit in the month of January this year. The teachers and students from the visiting school were given a warm welcome by the headmaster and everyone else. On the first schooling day of their arrival, the students and teachers attended our Monday morning assembly. Shortly after, the visiting teachers headed out to have a few pictures taken with the administrators of the school. Then, they were given a tour around one of the schools in Balik Pulau. There, they were also served with brunch. A few teachers and students from our school tagged along. Later that day, they went on a ferry ride. They stopped by Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Agama Al-Irshad in Kepala Batas. There, they were served with food after a short speech. Later that night, the students from Penang Free School entertained them with a cultural performance. The next day, they were taken to the archive room and they went visiting again. After a few presentations and speeches, the certificates of participation were given out. On the night before they left, the students from our school danced, sang and played music for them. Road Show & Recruitment Drive Penang Free School is famous for its recruitment drive. The Road Show is an event in which not many schools in Penang carry out. Students put in their heart and soul in making their clubs or uniform bodies catch eyes. The recruitment drive was designed to help the first formers to pick their clubs and uniform bodies. This year, the Road Show was just as good as the years before. The scouts having their forts set up, the martial artists performing well, and other club members dressing up to attract the students would be one of the school’s many traditions. One of the clubs, The Movie and Drama society, dressed up and played an edited trailer, attracting not only the students, but teachers from other clubs! The eight to twelve event on a Saturday morning in the early part of the year is something that every club and society look forward to each and every year. Besides the healthy competition, the Road Show encourages the seniors to engage with their creativity and intelligence in making their club look most interesting.
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Nelson Aw Kyle Chan Yue Jin It is the time of the year again where the Frees put on their thinking caps and start milking away at that always untapped creativity locked up in the nether regions of their brains. Numerous Expressions articles were submitted (glad to see that the Frees still love writing), but unfortunately, not all of them could be printed due to page limitation. Nukilanku was once again merged with Expressions as Frees have refused to tap the rich vein of creativity in Malay writing. Please Frees, submit your glorious Nukilanku articles so that Nukilanku will be granted its own section again. A very warm thank you I would like to wish to Mdm. Suriya Kumari, who personally sieved through all the masterpieces and proofread them. Thank you Mr. Goh Seng Kar for being a very big help in the production of this section and the whole magazine. To my trainee, Kyle Chan a.k.a. Baldy (known affectionately of course, plus he secretly likes it), thank you for assisting me when I needed help. Nik Rashid, thank you for helping me in Expressions and also trying to get in those rather rare (nowadays) Nukilanku articles. To all those who sent in articles, my warmest gratitude. To those whose articles were chosen, congratulations and keep them coming next year, to those whose articles were not chosen, try again next year. It would be really swell to see more juniors sending in their work, please do not be shy or hesitant, or even afraid to send them in. Expressions is a medium for Frees to express themselves and hopefully to inspire others to do so as well. Expressions is also a portal to a place of matured thinking and understanding. So delve into the world of Expressions and Nukilanku. Sit tight and enjoy the ride. Nelson
Expressions 62 person of English or European descent living in the Caribbean. This is an important distinction because it is combined with her French ancestry and poverty which sets Antoinette apart from the wealthy English and former slaves on the island who are of African descent. This makes Antoinette even more alienated from the societies in which she dwells but of which she is not part of. Jean Rhys shows us the conflicts between former slaves and their previous owners; the overall misapprehension between the white and the black races; the inconsistency in beliefs between the old white plantation owners and the new English immigrants who come to live on the island. Wide Sargasso Sea makes reference to the bible several interesting ways. Rochester’s father and older brother betrays him to Antoinette’s stepfather Mason for thirty thousand pounds, this alludes to the thirty pieces of silver that Judas Iscariot takes from the Romans for betraying Christ. There are numerous other references, like, to a rooster or cock crowing at key moments, as the cock did, after Peter had denied Christ three times. In “Jane Eyre”, what readers know about Antoinette is almost all told by Rochester but this novel significantly highlights some other important issues related to pertinent questions like .Just how mad was Antoinette? Was she actually mad to begin with? Naturally “Jane Eyre’s” fans know exactly how “Wide Sargasso Sea” will end, but Rhys still manages to keep the suspense and the tension prevalent throughout, and at great speed to the tragic end. Just as how readers had their heart reach out to Jane now we are emotional affected for Antoinette. Although this is a short novel, it is filled with rich imagery and dense by language, enthralling throughout. I appreciate this book, and more so if you’ve read Jane Eyre, but if you haven’t, I would strongly recommend it as a good read. Serene Ch’ng 6A4 Inspired by Jane Eyre, this novel highlights the story of Rochester’s first wife, Antoinette. The book is interestingly divided into three parts. The first part is narrated by Antoinette where she explicates the family’s financial ruins, following the emancipation act which frees the slaves. Furthermore, it gives an insight to her widowed mother’s struggles to maintain the estate and family’s challenges as her family is resented and tormented by the black community. In Coulibri Estate, Antoinette befriends a girl named Tia who at the later stage betrays Antoinette by stealing her money and clothes. Soon, her mother remarries an Englishman named Mr.Mason. Mr. Mason doesn’t believe Antoinette’s mother, Annette’s words about the black community. As the family is driven off from their estate, Piere dies on the way. Antoinette is rejected by her mother and sent away to a convent. Christophine, Antoinette’s servant went and lived with her son, Mr. Mason who hardly visited her and unfortunately Annette dies. In part two, an Englishman namely Rochester narrates the story of his wedding and the episode of his marriage to Antoinette. Rochester is virtually “sold off” by his father for an amount of thirty thousand pounds to Antoinette. Antoinette is accompanied by rumours and tales that surround her heritage. Her husband’s attitude changes towards her and Antoinette succumbs deeper and deeper into her memories, thoughts and fears, culminating a trip to Christophine who practices obeah. Antoinette demands a love potion to make her husband love her again. Christophine is obliged and therefore gives in to her request. Then there was a letter from Daniel Cosway, Christophine’s son who tries to exploit money from Rochester by “selling” stories about his stepsister, Antoinette. Finally, part three is told in Antoinette’s voice and the story revolves back to England. Antoinette becomes a mad tenant in Thornfield Hall. Antoinette is secretly locked up in an attic where she is cared after by a servant named Grace Poole. Grace Poole is an eccentric servant who is fond of gin and money. Due to her alcoholic state, Antoinette would sometimes sneak out without Grace’s knowledge and wander around the house helplessly. Jean Rhys takes us back to the Caribbean during the Victorian Era and highlights the fate of racial and gender clashes of colonial life there. In the context of time, however, Creole meant a “Wide Sargasso Sea” Dr. Lee Tiang Keng Literature Prize (Senior)
63 Expressions the ‘holes’ can be seen from a physical perspective which are the holes dug by the boys at Camp Green Lake. Each hole must be ‘five feet deep, and five feet across in every direction’, as explained by Mr Sir to Stanley. The digging of these holes is actually a form of cover used by the Warden to look for the hidden treasure buried by Kate Barlow. On a different level, the ‘holes’ can be viewed as the gaps purportedly left out in the different plots by the author. More importantly though, I feel that the ‘holes’ represent the incompleteness of the characters’ lives. Stanley, for example, starts off as an unlucky boy who gets bullied often by Derrick Dunne. He lacks self-confidence and never really has any true friends. After coming to Camp Green Lake, his life takes a drastic change and it is fair to claim that his ‘holes’ are filled up at the end of the novel. There are ‘holes’ in almost every character; Zero, Katherine Barlow, X-Ray and the other boys, Mr Sir and even the Warden herself. Here, the author wishes to point out that as humans, we are naturally fallible and might have certain black marks in our past. However, it is up to us to change for the better or to forever succumb to our flaws. The theme of destiny is also prominently displayed throughout the novel. The power of destiny can be seen through the series of events which leads to Stanley’s arrest and eventual admission to Camp Green Lake. Stanley himself takes the pair of sneakers ‘like a gift from God’, referring to them as ‘destiny’s shoes’. The odd chance that Zero and Stanley, who are the descendants of Madame Zeroni and Elya Yelnats respectively, are to meet and become good friends in Camp Green Lake offers another example that the events which unfold in the novel are more than mere coincidences. However, Louis Sachar is not trying to ask us to submit ourselves to destiny. Instead, I strongly believe that he wants to remind us to never surrender to fate. He shows, especially through Stanley and Zero, how we could shape our own future through faith and determination. Frankly, it would be an insult if I were to modestly claim that Holes is an interesting or enjoyable read. On the other hand, I’m lost for words to describe this wonderfully-written piece of work. I am awfully grateful to have been granted the chance to read and even analyse this novel for SPM. Destiny, perhaps? Justin Lim Jia Tian 5 Budiman “This isn’t a Girl Scout Camp”, being Mr Sir’s favourite line, is a gross understatement of the harsh conditions at Camp Green Lake. The fact that it hasn’t rained there for one hundred and ten years paints a clearer picture of the god-forsaken place. Ironically, the barren wasteland was once the largest lake in Texas. Holes is filled with ironies, to say the least. In Holes, Louis Sachar has orchestrated a brilliant symphony of interweaving plots as he masterfully bridges the past to the present. The simple and straightforward language camouflages the subtle significance of the novel. The story begins with overweight 10-year-old Stanley Yelnats being sent to a juvenile correctional facility, Camp Green Lake, for a crime he did not commit. There, each boy is required to dig a hole, exactly five feet wide and five feet deep, every day. They are told that this would help build their character and prepare them for society. Unfortunately, Stanley gradually becomes suspicious of the true motive behind the arduous digging as the events unfold. Soon, he uncovers more than just dirt as he shovels his way into the dark secrets surrounding the Warden, the history of the dried-up lake and even his family curse. Yes, Stanley is under a curse which began with his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing great-greatgrandfather, passed down generation by generation. As he grapples with the sweltering heat and bone breaking routine of digging holes, Stanley discovers the true meaning of friendship. Together with the silently smart Zero, Stanley is challenged to the brink both physically and mentally. The boys’ many struggles for survival ultimately lead them to redemption and self-discovery. While Stanley’s present day experiences are narrated like an adventure, the author tells the historic parts of the story in the form of a folk tale. Initially, the story of Elya Yelnats, Stanley’s greatgreat-grandfather, and the history of Green Lake is revealed bit by bit. It is as if Louis Sachar is trying to taunt the reader by slotting in the seemingly unrelated plots at irregular intervals in the novel. However, as the main plot develops, more details are revealed and this helps intensify the pace of the story. Furthermore, readers are entailed to keep track of the concurrent plots so that they will have a better understanding over the entire story. The “holes” in the plots are finally filled at the end of the story when the author presents the reader with the last bit of details and invites us to ‘fill in the holes’ ourselves. As the title suggests, ‘holes’ do bear a great amount of significance in the novel. Firstly, “Holes” Dr. Lee Tiang Keng Literature Prize (Junior)
Expressions 64 in Atlantic Avenue. Now, the 57-year old man lived in a hospice along with 30 other men and women of all ages who had no place to go. He used to be called ‘the life of the party’, now he was referred to as a quiet person. Even his looks had changed so much that he was barely recognizable as the dashing New York stockbroker from seven years ago. Now, Paul had an unkempt grey-flecked beard, dull eyes without any soul in them, and he had a large scar on his face that disfigured him horribly. He was one of the worst-tempered people in the hospice. However, he was not prone to violence; instead, he only had massive fits of raging temper. Most of the people in the hospice did not want to have anything to do with him and some even called him ‘sour-puss’. Even so, his normally dour mood had been lifted slightly today by a woman named Maude. She was slightly younger than he, and was an extremely graceful woman. She had come into his small but neat room today, and sat with him for what were a few good moments for the ever sad Paul. She had chatted with him, joked with him, and even sat quietly listening to his mad raving and ramblings. As Smitty Jones, one of Paul’s only friends in the hospice remarked, “She’s a real lady,”. For some reason, she had come to apologize to Paul for something she had done to him several years ago. This made no sense to Paul, as he could not remember ever meeting her before except maybe once in a dream. Nothing that is good ever lasts. In the end, with the sky going dark, Maude made her excuses. She had to go and pick up her two children, William and Sara, from school. Shortly after she left, Paul felt himself sinking back into his old dour self. Trying to shake it off, he sat in his old armchair by the window and peered out the window. It was a dark and cold night. Snow was falling thickly outside his window, and it covered the lawn of the hospice like a thick blanket. Snow. The sight of it reminded Paul slightly of what had happened on that fateful day seven years ago. For so long, the memory had stayed buried under an avalanche of other memories and Words can bring hope that moves mountains, Yet words make one feel really rotten; Words can brighten dreams, Yet words can make one cry and scream. Words can build up a girl, a boy, Yet words can break one down and destroy. Words are like sugar and candy, Yet words are like “cili padi”; Words are like sunlight, Yet words can foster a fight; Words are like ladders, That pushes you to the top; Yet words are like daggers, That brings you down “a Plop”. Words make one look good, Yet words leave another in a bad mood; Words can make a person’s day, Or even lead them astray; Words can mend wounded souls, Yet words can break one’s precious heart; Words can heal and fuel, Yet words can kill. Benedict Weerasena 6R4 Words Memories Saturday, January 10th 2010, 9.46 p.m. Paul was once a happy man. His eyes were bright, and he had a gleam in his soul. He used to be a crisply dressed stockbroker for the New York Stock Exchange. However, Paul could not remember that. He couldn’t remember anything from the year 2003, which was seven years ago. His whole life had been changed completely in a blink of an eye on that dreadful night seven years ago. Seven years ago, Paul Gray used to live in a nice double-storey terrace house over
65 Expressions her hair. For some obscure reason, her face was a mere blur and her words were nonsensical gibberish. Paul was sure of one thing, though. She was obviously angry with him, as shown by the tone in which she was shrieking at him. Paul felt like raising a hand or opening his mouth to defend himself but found that he could not. It was as if he was a mere spectator. All this time, the woman’s voice was rising in a crescendo until suddenly it cut off. Even through the blurry blob that was her face, Paul knew that this woman’s face was flushed and also that her chest was heaving. Suddenly, a pale white hand hardened from housework came out of nowhere and dealt Paul a resounding slap on his left cheek. Where the woman’s hand had made contact with his face, it felt unpleasantly warm. (Of its own accord, Paul’s hand crept up and rubbed his cheek where he thought the woman had slapped him even though it was just a memory.) Then, Paul heard the pitter-patter of feet on the staircase leading up to the upper floor of his house. Turning his attention, he took a cursory glance at the stairs and saw two young children peering through the railing of the staircase at his unfortunate predicament. He guessed that these were the woman’s children. Like their mother, the kids’ faces were also blurred out. (Paul’s face screwed up in concentration as he tried to remember the kids’ names and he groaned aloud. A volunteer in the hospice heard the groan and rushed into the room and tried to rouse Paul but she failed) Paul’s memory then slipped into murkiness. He waited impatiently for it to come back into clarity. (Meanwhile, Paul’s brow creased and he muttered, sweating feverishly. The volunteer went to call more volunteers for help.) Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Paul’s vision cleared. This time, he was inside his car and seemed to be driving, albeit not too well. His hands were gripping the steering wheel in a vice-like grip. Paul felt confused. Then, realization dawned. He was driving now, speeding down the road as if the hounds of hell were after him. In his gut, Paul knew that if he now it was surfacing, like a graceful whale coming to breathe at the surface of the water. All of a sudden, Paul felt tired and longed to sleep but could not bring himself to get out of that comfortable armchair. As he grew sleepier by the second, his eyes grew unfocused and his hands went limp on the arms of the armchair. Seven years earlier... A 50-year old man called Paul Gray stumbled up the driveway of his house in Atlantic Street. His head was spinning and he knew that it was because he drank too much. Snow was falling lightly all around him. By morning, the snow would have covered up most of the driveway and Paul would have to clear it in the morning. Paul groaned silently. More work. Grumbling slightly, he took his key out of his pocket, nearly dropping his car keys in the process. He giggled a giggle that was quickly stifled. How he managed to drive the car back home he would never know. It took him two tries to insert the key into the lock. Some of the snowflakes settled on his exposed hand. Paul shivered. Slowly he pulled open the door and crept in. Closing the door as silently as possible, Paul then realized that he had a massive headache and also that the room was spinning. Stumbling to the kitchen, Paul glanced at the wall clock. It was 2am. He had been out drinking the night away with his friends Tom, Ken, and Lou. (Or were they named Frank, Joe, and Jim?) Either way, Paul’s memory failed him on that count. Head still spinning, Paul opened the liquor cabinet. I need a stiff drink, thought Paul. Just as he was pulling down a bottle of whiskey, he heard his name being called in a high and shrill voice. Momentarily stunned, he accidentally released the bottle of whiskey. It fell to the ground and shattered into a million tiny pieces. There goes that $500 bottle of whiskey, thought Paul. Meanwhile, that voice was getting louder and louder, as if the speaker was coming nearer. Whirling around, he found himself face to face with a stern-looking woman dressed in a severe dressing -gown and with rollers in
Expressions 66 did not stop, something terrible would happen. Feeling utterly terrified, Paul tried to stop, but found that he could not move, as if he was a mere spectator, watching a horror movie that would not end. (At this, Paul gripped the arms of the armchair until his knuckles grew white. All this while, he was writhing and struggling in the chair as if he were bound to the chair against his will.) Suddenly, Paul became aware of people calling out meaningless words, string of gibberish that he could not understand no more than he could understand Swahili. The shouts grew louder and louder, until finally it became a hellish cacophony of what seemed to be a choir of a thousand demons. A tall dark shape then loomed out of the darkness, the car’s headlights revealing it to be a giant redwood. Hold still! Called the voices in his head. (By now, a doctor had arrived and was doing his best to help Paul.) Although he could not feel pain in his memory, Paul knew that the crash would hurt him critically. The car crashed into the tree at such force that the tree toppled over and Paul, who was not wearing a seatbelt, flew out the windscreen at such force that he flew for several feet before coming to rest in a large snow bank. It was the snow bank that saved me, thought Paul. Paul had expected the ground to feel icy cold and soft. Instead, it was pleasantly warm and hard. (At this point, Paul had fallen out of the armchair onto the floor.) Unexpectedly, a bright light vanquished the darkness and out of the light Paul could now see that Maude and the woman in his memory were the same person and that the two children were his children. Paul smiled, his first smile in weeks, as he felt himself floating, ever higher, to a place where he would wait eternally for his family to join him... Saturday, January 10th 2010, 11.49 p.m. Dr. Daniel Smith glanced at his watch and at the dead body of Paul Gray, and said, “Nurse, record time of death as 11.49 p.m.” Love sows the seeds of stupidity, Love nurtures the ghosts of greed, And love harvests the fruits of hatred. Selfish and inconsiderate, Love takes all and gives none. Where great men fall, While fair ladies weep, Love is a conqueror Without any boundaries. Enslaved and bewitched, Knights charge for love, How pure and innocent could love be To rob lives and force tears? Your majesty, o love, You’ve ruled ruthlessly for eternity, I’ve tried to rebel And am still paying the price, So I assure you of your immortal grip On us pathetic mortals who unceasingly struggle for Romance. Justin Lim Jia Tian 5B Romance I After some scribbling in her notepad, the nurse then asked, “Cause of death, doctor?” to which the doctor replied, “Heart attack,” Sighing, Dr. Smith packed up his medical bag, walked out of the room, got into his car, and drove away into the inky black night. The next day, Paul Gray was buried in the public cemetery without much ceremony. Only five people attended the funeral: the hospice caretaker, the priest, Maude, and her two children, William and Sara. Adrian Lee 3A
67 Expressions “It feels as if you’ve been turned inside out. You’ve just given birth. You’re exhausted. And then you look at your baby. And you see that she’s a little girl. And you know that you have to kill her.” The true story above is just one example of what is happening in our world today. What about the fight for gender equality? Of what importance is gender equality? Kofi Annan stated that “Gender equality is a precondition for meeting the challenge of reducing poverty, promoting sustainable development and building good governance.” Women need to fulfil their roles in gender equality. Women need to believe in themselves. They need to take their stand and exercise their rights. Examples of these are rights to education, to vote, better known as universal suffrage, to work and to earn fair wages. However, women are less likely to hold paid and regular jobs than men. Bella Abzug, an American Congresswoman once said “The test for whether or not you can hold a job should not be the arrangement of your chromosomes”. Besides that, women need to be brave enough to take up positions of leadership. Female leaders are representatives of a woman’s vision of the world. Examples of female leaders are Angela Merkel, the Chancellor of Germany, Gloria Arroyo, President of the Philippines and Margaret Thatcher, the former Prime Minister of Great Britain. Men also need to fulfil their roles in gender equality. Well, to all the men out there, “You don’t have to be anti-man to be pro-woman”. We as men play an important role in breaking the cycle of violence against women. The former Women, Family and Community Development Minister Datuk Seri Dr Ng Yen Yen announced that 90% of the victims of domestic violence are women. We as gentlemen need to treat our fellow women with respect, with love and with care. Gender Equality Besides that, real change would come only when our stereotypical attitudes are removed. We as men need a renewal of our mindset. We must realise that women have the ability to climb the corporate ladder, to lead a nation, and to bring change to our world. Well, we all know that “Behind every successful man is a woman, but why not behind every successful woman, a man, you and me?” After all that has been said, let’s all play our own individual roles in ensuring gender equality. Let the story above end like this : “It feels as if you’ve been turned inside out. You’ve just given birth. You’re exhausted. And then you look at your baby. And you see that she’s a little girl. And you know that she will be a leader of tomorrow.” Benedict Weerasena 6R4 Regret... There was once this teenager, Too innocent and too naïve, He strayed across the path of love, How happy he was, he thought, Little realizing that he was being fooled, Like a donkey being tricked by a wolf, Heartbroken for nearly half a year, He swore that he would never be fooled again, But he was tricked again in the following year, How unhappy he was, Tears silently poured from those two pitiful eyes, Silently he thought, I regret… Yang Zhen How 5 Budiman
Expressions 68 by the wonders of nature, I wonder if this is heaven. An eternity of bliss. After some time, I feel tired. I fall to the ground and close my eyes to enjoy the blissful peace. Splash! I almost lose my balance as I step on a pothole filled with muddy water. There is not the slightest breeze to be felt. The air seems stale. There is no moon to be seen in the dark sky above. Nothing but darkness. The emptiness of this place is annoying. And it is adding to the frustration of my nose. I just can’t stop rubbing my nose. The desire begins to burn in me. The desire for that ‘bliss’. No! I brush away my thoughts and continue running. I can’t remember for how long I’ve been running. I’m not even sure why I’m running. It is as if there is a mental struggle between my conscious and subconscious mind, leaving me confused and deluded. I feel it again. The soft and gentle palm caressing my forehead. I feel warm and secure, as I hear the sweet voice, whispering words which I can’t make out. Then I hear the same familiar song, one which is soothing and melodious. I feel blissful. But this is something different from the previous bliss. Here, the feeling is innocent and pure. More importantly, there is a certain warmth and fondness which envelops my chest. It’s love. Motherly love. I can feel beads of water trickling down my cheeks. Unlike sweat, there is no salty taste. I wipe off the trickles as I quicken my pace. Suddenly, my vision starts to blur. It feels as if there are droplets of water in my eyes. I rub my eyes and my vision begins to get clearer. Then I realise, that those were tears. I become more aware of my senses and feelings. I can feel my chest being bound by an invincible snake, the one responsible for my tears. I keep on running although the pain in my left foot becomes increasingly unbearable. I cringe in pain every time my left foot touches the ground. I grip my left thigh with my palm, relieving some pain. But that relief is momentary, for I can feel the warmth of the Darkness. I can’t see anything more than total darkness. I’ve been blinded by the darkness. I can’t hear a thing except my own panting. Weariness is slowing me down. But it is not stopping me. There is a force inside me, unleashing itself, driving me forward. Returning my lost strength and vigour to carry on. I can’t stop. I have to keep running. At least for now. I know nothing of what lies ahead of me. Nothing. Darkness is my sole companion. Leading me to yet another path of eternal darkness. But I need to go on. Somewhere deep inside my heart I know it is the only path. An uncertain but strong-willed path. Like a bull, rushing forward, charging into the mantle. But unlike the bull, there is no mantle ahead. And I don’t have a choice. I only know there’s no turning back. Well, I could, if I want to. But no! Enough is enough. I shall not return. At some points, I think. I delve deep into my thoughts. Reminding myself of all the pleasures that I once enjoyed. I allow my mind to wander and be swayed by blissful thoughts. The chirping of the birds, the rustling of the leaves. Oh, how delightful the music of nature. Then I feel the soft cushion of grass, the cool breeze gently sweeping my hair as it whispers into my ears. So gentle, like a mother caressing her baby. I open my eyes and the great blue sky greets me, its borders I am unable to see. The rays of sunlight beam into my eyes, neither too bright nor too hot. The sun may be as bold as a lion but right now, I can feel its softer side. Somehow reminding me of my own mother. Sigh. I quickly suppress a few unpleasant thoughts before they ruin my bliss. I get up and look around me. An ocean of green fields surrounds me. The swaying of the tall grasses seems as graceful as the petite movements of a ballerina. Then I start running towards the fields. I dash forwards with great speed like a delirious person, screaming and shouting with joyful madness. Surrounded The Run
69 Expressions thick fluid oozing out of the wound. I know it wouldn’t be long before the worst. I grit my teeth and take bigger strides. Once again, I allow my memories to take centre stage in my brain. This time, however, I experience something different. I feel the rush of anger filling my blood, gradually making its way to my arms and legs as my heartbeat grows stronger. Like a beast, I sweep the table with my arms as the plates and bowls crash onto the floor. Rage balloons in my head as I shout and curse. It’s all that old lady’s fault. It’s all her fault that I have to suffer this way. And now she still wants to cause more suffering to me. After all I’ve been through, she still refuses to help me. “It’s all your fault!” I shout with hatred and vengeance. Her cries and pleas further enrage me. She tries to grab my hand but I push her away. My heart skips a beat. I hear shouts coming from behind me. My heart starts to race, pounding harder and harder. I run faster, forgetting all about the pain. Flashes of light illuminate the dark sky for a fraction of a second. The smell of rain becomes stronger as the growling of the sky become louder, sometimes sending shivers down my spine. Lethargy seeps into my brain causing me to lose focus. But I have to keep on running. I need to. After all that’s happened. I have to run. The mental tug-of-war looks to be in favour of my subconscious. Memories flash through my mind as more and more adrenaline is released into my blood vessels. The pain is almost gone. Instead of experiencing a particular scene, I catch glimpses of my past. My friends, school, teachers, the playground, my new bicycle. The sky crackles violently. Raindrops follow. Cold heavy drops land on my head and face. I continue running. I see my first computer and the games I played. I hear my mother’s nagging. Next, I see a few familiar faces. My new friends, whom I meet up with in a back alley. We chill and hang out together. The rain becomes heavier. My clothes are already drenched. My jeans are twice as heavy now. It is becoming harder to run. The sound of footsteps coming after me gives me the determination to run. More like the fear to keep me running. My flashbacks are becoming faster and less organised. Memories from the distant and near past are being mixed up. One moment I am playing in the playground and the next I am puffing smoke in the same playground. It makes no sense. How can my past be so different? I was once that happy kid. What happened? I see myself arguing with the old lady again. Her hair is untidy, her face all wrinkled and her body so frail. She shouts at me, before crying and pleading to me. But I can’t make out the words she utters. The rage inside me swells as I yell at her continuously. I am becoming disillusioned. I cannot tell between reality and imagination. Emotions of all sorts are filling my chest. Anger, fear, grief, remorse. They are gradually enveloping my chest, spreading to the rest of my body. My steps become increasingly heavy. I start slowing down. I try to push on and run faster. To no avail. As the sky lights up with a flash of lightning, I trip over an object. I fall hard onto the ground. I hear the splash of water as I fall and feel the pain as my body hits the cold hard ground.
Expressions 70 ‘Light. It is all around us but do we actually take up the time to notice it? Yes, we see a street lamp illuminating the roads and a fluorescent lamp that lights our safest haven, but do we see the lamp that illuminates the road? Or, even the light that brightens our real haven? The road is there, right in front of us, but all we see is bitumen. Bitumen is just the road made by men, but the road made by God, I am blessed enough to see. Do you know your haven? It is your home, your drug or a holiday destination? Me? Well, mine is my son. But, you never really know what it is until you lose what you treasure most, your safest haven. You take pride in it as the light which radiates from your haven bathes you in its eternal warmth, giving you pleasantness. My son always wore a smile on his face, innocent, pure and naïve to the ways of the cruel world. He was a light, sending forth his rays towards his unsuspecting mother, bathing her in his pure, innocent and ever-soothing warmth that enveloped her. He was an angel, my angel, ever so bright, as bright as the brightest star. But, I was unaware. A clueless mother. Stuck, banging the doldrums of a monotonous life in this work-oriented world. Light can be extinguished, so say the scientists and laymen alike. However, when one light is blown out, another is lit. Only God can blow out the light of living things, and maybe He is right to do so for He has his ways. But, did He have to blow my little boy’s light out so early in his life? One really knows what one’s haven is when it is taken away, and a woman in pain most definitely knows it. A light, tiny and always looking as if a tiny gust of wind could extinguish it in any second kindled in my heart. A part of my son lived on in me. It filled my heart with a bit of warmth that chiseled away at the cold that now filled my frozen heart. I have learned that trying to get a brighter light only hurts more as it just brings I suddenly remember pushing the old lady away as she tries to grab my hand. I push her so hard that she falls and hits her head on the corner of the table. Blood starts to flow from forehead. I rush towards her, holding her head, feeling shocked and terrified. As I look at her wrinkled face, I see a familiar face. The face of that beautiful young lady. The one who gently caressed my forehead and sang me the sweet song. It is her! My mind goes blank. I shout deliriously as I run out of the house into the dark night. I remember running without any direction. And now I remember why. As I lie motionless on the ground, the rain pounds the back of my body. Hacking away at the little consciousness I have left. Hacking away at my stained conscience. The faint alternating of red and blue lights grows more intense, so does the sound of the footsteps. It’s too late. I am unable to get up. No longer able to run. To run away from my past. My crimes. My ultimate sin. My eyes become watery. The tears are quickly washed away by the rain. For some reason, I feel at ease. My mind is empty at last. As my dying senses shut the rest of the world out, I slowly close my eyes. It’s too late for anything. Too late for my mother. Too late for myself. Too late to even be sorry. I’ve stopped running. I surrender. Justin Lim Jia Tian 5 Budiman Cherish
Expressions 71 already? Lacey had passed me the teardropshaped bottle that she had found along the beach as she was taking her routine morning jog at around two o’clock. I guess I was just so immersed in translating the letter that had been written in French which had been carefully rolled and placed into the bottle along with a lock of chestnut-coloured hair. I called Lacey and asked her to come over. I put down my hand phone and looked for my daughter, Hayley, and found her sleeping in a peaceful slumber, clutching her apricot-coloured blankey. I smiled as I brushed her fringe and tucked it behind her ear. I knew I had a good fifteen minutes before Lacey arrived. I reminisced about all the great times I had with Hayley and decided just like the French lady that my child was indeed the light of my life, lighting up my life every day. The doorbell sounded and I broke my gaze at my precious baby girl. I sat Lacey at the kitchen table and passed her the translation of the French letter. I then proceeded to make us a cup of freshly brewed Italian coffee each. She took her time as I watched tear after tear streak down her cheeks. She stifled sniffle after sniffle before finally putting the translation down. We looked into each other’s eyes before hugging it out. We sipped our coffee in silence before she broke it by stating that we should find the French lady. I nodded in agreement. Day after day passed as we made numerous phone calls and tried using various connections that we had. It soon became months before we finally tracked down one Mademoiselle Tatiana Micoud. We spoke briefly on the phone with her before arranging to meet her at her home in Bordeaux. A day later, two women and a little girl were on their way on an Air France plane, flying all the way from Shrewsbury to London to Paris before taking a train to Bordeaux. It was eight at night, so we checked into L’Hotel Bordeaux and slept our fatigue off. We rose early in the morning and went straight to Tatiana’s house. She was young woman, barely in her midtwenties and she was already so resilient. She sat us down at the patio before bringing out a back wonderful memories. Wonderful memories that are double-edged, cutting into one’s heart. Sharper than the sharpest katana does the misery that bites in cut into an aching heart. But, the light in me I know must never be extinguished as not only does it comfort me, but it keeps me strong to face the world. That night was chilly and the howling wind cut through the four layers of clothes I wore. There he was, gasping for air as his tired outstretched hands pleaded and battled against the merciless layers of turquoise waves that pounded against his embattled body, just like an army banging against an enemy castle, wanting in, waiting for its resistance to shatter. He was way beyond his limit as his limp body gave way and the waves, ever ready to pounce, engulfed him. Everything went quiet. The waves made no sound. The wind was hushed. My baby was not calling for his mother anymore. All I heard was the voice resounding in my head, telling me that this had to be a dream, a cruel dream but nevertheless still a dream. Denial that he was dead and hope that he was still alive kicked in as I looked scornfully at the waves that now seemed to be playing with each other, high-fiving one another. I sunk to my knees and held the rusty rail as my hand reached out towards the gap between the rusty rails, making sure that it was not there. But, it was! Alas, my son now belonged to the watery depths that now make his new residence. However, I know that you, my son, now belong to Him. I shall live each day knowing that one day I will meet up with you where you shall light up my life once again. Wait for me, my dear, as my time on earth still has many more grains of sand to fall before my light is extinguished. Je’t…….’ Je’ taime. That was the last word of the letter. I love you, I whispered under my breath as I wiped the tear that rolled down my left cheek. I took out my beige cotton handkerchief and dabbed at the pools of tears welling up beneath my eyes. I glanced at the oak grandfather clock at the wall as its groaning woke me from my wiping. Was it five o’clock
Expressions tray of cups, saucers, a pot of steaming coffee, a little bowl filled with sugar cubes and a plate of freshly-made croissants, bouquets and tarts. We ate with great relish and dusted the crumbs off our fingers before she held my hands in hers and spoke to me in French. She had never expected her letter to her son, written to ease her soul, would ever be found, no less in England. She told us how she was now calm and had accepted the fate that had befallen upon her light and thanked me. I thanked her instead, telling her how her letter made me think twice about my life and everything that I had taken for granted, especially Hayley. We spent the whole week with her, exchanging stories among the three adults. Little Hayley just marveled at the beauty of the French flora and fauna. Lacey, Hayley and I soon had to bid adieu to this charming woman whose letter changed my outlook on life. We continued our correspondence via email and phone calls. This lasted for fifteen years before God extinguished her light in the market square of Bordeaux where a depressed man who had just lost his son in the civil war, blew himself up at the market square. He claimed a total of six other lives. May God have mercy or his soul. I cried when Tatiana’s niece called me to break the news. A reassuring hand on my shoulder lessened my grief. Hayley comforted me and made me tea. I looked at her, the light that illuminates my mind, body and soul, my darling twenty-year-old baby girl. Life is indeed short. We should cherish what we have and hold those dear close to our hearts. May we all discover our lights that brighten our lives. Nelson Aw 5 Budiman The emperor of Rome you may be, The beggar of streets I shall be, Riches and lands you may have, Rags and dust shall be my pride, But ordinary men we shall be, For time is one for every man. K. Amarveen Malairaja 5 Budiman Shadows of the Sun Visit Us at www.pfs.edu.my 72
73 demikian, sudah tentu negara-negara yang ditimpa musibah dapat menyelesaikan masalah yang dihadapi dalam masa yang tersingkat. Hai ini demikian kerana langkah proaktif yang diambil oleh kerajaan masing-masing akan mendatangkan hasil yang didambakan memandangkan kuasa sesebuah kerajaan lebih besar jika dibandingkan dengan seseorang individu. Tambahan pula, sumbangan dari segi kewangan kepada mereka yang menjadi mangsa pembunuh kejam ini juga wajar dilakukan. Kita sering terlintas kutipan derma yang dijalankan untuk membantu mereka tetapi berapakah orang yang benar-benar telah menderma kepada mereka? Sudah pasti jumlahnya sedikit jika masyarakat yang bersikap enau dalam belukar, melepaskan pucuk masing-masing masih bermaharajalela di dunia ini. Masyarakat sebegini sememangnya mempunyai alasan yang pelbagai seperti kemelesetan ekonomi, kesempitan wang dan sebagainya. Biarpun sedikit sahaja sumbangan kita, sumbangan tersebut sedikit sebanyak dapat meringankan beban mereka yang sememangnya tidak dapat dirasai jika belum dialami sendiri kerana berat mata memandang, berat lagi bahu yang memikulnya. Sudah terang lagi bersuluh, masyarakat jagatraya mempunyai satu peranan yang amat penting iaitu memberi galakan kepada mangsa-mangsa pembunuh tersebut di samping negara mereka. Hai ini adalah untuk memastikan mereka mempunyai semangat yang berkobar-kobar untuk meneruskan hidup dan mengharungi lumrah hidup mereka yang berliku-liku. Contohnya, kita dapat menganjurkan aktiviti-aktiviti yang mempunyai tujuan sebegini seperti mengadakan satu rombongan lawatan ke tempat yang dilanda bencana tersebut. Semasa dalam lawatan tersebut, kata-kata pembakar semangat, dorongan serta motivasi harus dicurahkan kepada mereka. Biarlah mereka merasai kemurnian dan keikhlasan hati kita supaya mereka dapat mengetahui bahawa di dunia ini, masih ada insan yang mengambil Dalam kerancakan penduduk jagatraya menari bersama bayang-bayang pemodenan, pembunuh unat manusia di segenap emapat penjuru dunia yang paling digeruni kian aktif. Pembunuh tersebut yang dimaksudkan ialah bencana alam. Baru-baru ini, media massa sering menguar-uarkan berita mengenai gemp[a bumi yang berlaku di negara jiran kita, Indonesia. Bencana alam sebegini langsung tidak mempunyai sebarang perasaan belas kasihan dan berkemampuan meragut nyawa manusia dalam sekelip mata sahaja. Negaranegara yang ditimpa mala petaka tersebut sudah pasti akan menghadapi masalah. Namun, tiada sakit yang tiada ubatnya. Masyarakat dunia termasuk kita memainkan peranan yang amat penting. Cara yang paling mudah dan memberi impak yang mendalam ialah menawarkan diri untuk menjadi sukarelawan atau sukarelawati. Di jagatraya, bukan semua penduduk yang berkemampuan tetapi mereka sekurang-sekurangnya dapat menyumbang tenaga. Keringat mereka sudah pasti akan dihargai oleh mangsa-mangsa di negara yang ditimpa musibah. Sebagai sukarelawan atau sukarelawati, pelbagai sumbangan tenaga yang dapat disalurkan. Contohnya, memberi pertolongan cemas kepada mangsa-mangsa tersebut, membantu mengagihkan makanan, membina semula rumah-rumah yang telah musnah dan sebagainya. Hal ini menunjukkan betapa mulianya menjadi sukarelawan atau sukarelawati. Bertitik tolak daripada itu, masyarakat dunia juga dapat membantu negara-negara yang kurang bernasib baik itu dengan menggalakkan kerajaan sendiri menghulurkan bantuan yang tidak ternilai harganya. Kerajaan sememangnya tidak dapat dipertikaikan sebagai jantung sesebuah negara tetapi rakyat jelatanya pula memainkan peranan yang amat penting sekali iaitu menjadi cerucuk pembangunan negara. Jika penduduk jagatraya menyokong kerajaan masing-masing berbuat Peranan Masyarakat Dunia Membantu Mangsa Bencana Alam Expressions
74 berat tentang mereka. Hendak seribu daya, tak hendak seribu dalih. Jika mereka berusaha, sudah pasti peristiwa yang berlaku pada hari ini akan dibukukan dalam buku sejarah silam mereka untuk memulakan hidup baru. Tidak dapat dinafikan lagi bahawa masyarakat dunia harus berkerjasama dan tidak cuba untuk membesar-besarkan api yang cuba dipadam oleh negara-negara yang ditimpa musibah. Di dunia ini, masyarakat yang tidak berperikemanusiaan dan suka menambah beban orang lain sememangnya wujud. Lebih-lebih lagi golongan belia yang merupakan pucuk pimpinan negara pada masa yang akan datang. Golongan ini diibaratkan kain putih yang telah dihitamkan. Mereka berkemungkinan kurang didikan agama atau umur baru setahun jagung dan darah baru setampuk pinang lalu tergelincir dari landasan keimanan. Hai ini jelas menunjukkan bahawa mereka telah alpa dan lalai dibawa arus globalisasi. Biarpun kita tidak mahu menghulurkan bantuan, janganlah kita bersikap kejam hingga melakukan perkara yang diharamkan oleh semua agama. Sebagai menggulung segala yang telah diperkatakan di atas, masyarakat jagatraya termasuklah diri kita sendiri harus memainkan peranan masing-masing dengan baik untuk membantu negara-negara yang ditimpa musibah. Marilah kita bersama-sama menggembleng tenaga bagai aur dengan tebing untuk menjayakan peranan kita. Langkahlangkah yang drastic dan pragmatik harus diambil dengan segera agar mutiara kejayaan yang kita dambakan berada dalam genggaman tangan. Sekiranya kita masih bersikap sambalewa dan memandang enteng terhadap persoalan ini, nescaya pelbagai mala petaka akan muncul di muka bumi ini selain bencana alam. Semoga pembunuh semula jadi ini akan mula reda dan tidak mengancam nyawa insan yang tidak berdosa. Yee Boon How 4B Ibu, Makhluk ciptaan ilahi yang mulia, Bagaikan sebutir mutiara yang tinggi nilainnya, Sayangnya mereka ini hanya dihargai oleh orang-orang tertentu sahaja, Wahai kaum Adam, hormatilah kaum Hawa ini, Mereka ini perlu dihormati,dihargai dan disayangi, Ini kerana mereka menemani kita di saat suka dan duka. Ibu, Curahan kasihmu tiada hadnya, Pergorbananmu tiada nilainya, Kau menabur bakti, Tanpa mengharapkan apa-apa balasan. Wahai ibu, Kaum Hawa, Maafkan aku jika aku ada menyakitimu, Aku akan menghargai kehadiranmu sebaik mungkin, Berikanlah aku peluang untuk membalas jasamu, Wahai hamba Allah yang bernama IBU…. Mohd Azri 5B IBU Expressions
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Sajid Nabiel Justin Lim Alvin Lim Lroy Lim Dear Readers, Welcome to the Student Bodies section of the Penang Free School Magazine 2010. Here you will find Frees smartly dressed in the splendour of their uniforms. Also featured here are the various boards, clubs and societies which make up the school’s co-curricular system. The purpose of this section of the magazine is to serve as a tribute to all those who have been part of the school co-curricular system. By assembling the photos of each and every student body in the school into one section, the memories of the schooling life of every Free shall be sealed and preserved until time immemorial. As head of this section, I wish to extend my deepest gratitude to Mr. Goh Seng Kar, our teacher advisor, for his most valuable guidance, Lroy Lim and Alvin Lim my trainees, fellow Editorial Board members and all Frees for their cooperation. From the team, we hope you enjoy browsing through this section. Sajid
Student Bodies 78 8th Georgetown (South) Scout Troop 7 th Georgetown (South) Scout Troop 1st Georgetown (South) Scout Troop Seated (From left): Yaganesh, Alvin Tan, Daniel Quah, Chew Chin Quan (Treasurer), ASM Chan Wei Zhi, TL Por Kai Yann, SM Ng Seong Tat, SM Lim Ah Seng, ASM Melvin Tan, Cason Chong (Secretary), Low Ken Ho, Yeoh Beng Hai, Malcolm Tan, Lim Khai Hoong Seated (From left): Mohd Shauqi, Tan Kean Hin, Ee Cung Ming (Asst Secretary), Tan Seng Howe (President), GSM En. Ong Beng Soon, Daarmesh Kumaran (Secretary), Andrew Alexander Vincent, Kang Kh’ngWei, Lim Wei Shyang Seated (From left): Peh Wee Gene, Kenneth Kooi, Dickson Neoh, VUS Ben Ming Yin, VUL Ooi Kai Xian, ATL Oh Yue Jin, TL Alvin Cheah, GSM Woo Kok Ho, GSM Tan Eng Kheng, ATL Calvin Tan, Alex Lim, VUL Daryl Yeoh, VUS Jeffrey Chang, Ooi Hean Sun, Eric Lau, Daniel Teoh
79 Student Bodies Kadet Polis Boys’ Brigade Akido Seated (From left): Wan Mohd. Nizar, Mohd. Amir Hafizzuddin, Mohd. Farhan, Mohd. Amiruddin, Muhd. Farid, Muhd. Helmi (Secretary), Mohd. Arif (President), En. Ridzuan (Teacher Advisor), Mohd. Akmal (Vice President), Ahmad Faheemi, Hasrul Afiq, Wan Mohd. Zainul Ariffin, Muhd. Akram, Mohd. Farhan Seated (From left): Kevin Cheah, Johnston Lee, Richard Charles, Tan Kon Joe (Treasurer), Alwin Eng (President), En. Lim Weng Seong (Teacher Advisor), Moke Man Th’ng (Vice President), Evan Khoo (Secretary), Ooi Ming Shern, Ong Zi Hao, Koe Man Hong Seated (From left): Muhd. Muzzammil, Abdul Hakeem, Abdul Rahman (Secretary), Mohd. Khairul Nizam (President), Pn. Melati (Teacher Advisor), Muhd. Dzulkamal (Vice President), Muhd. Ali Imran (Treasurer), Ashril Helmi, Hazman Zikry
Student Bodies 80 Persatuan Seni Silat Cekak Karate Kadet Remaja Sekolah Seated (From left): Mohd. Wafi, Muhd Syahir, Muhd Fikri ( Treasurer), Muhd Saiful Afui (President), En. Nor Yamin (Teacher Advisor), En Muhd. Akhiruddin (Teacher Advisor), Ahmad Zahid (Vice President), Amar (Secretary), Mohd Alif, Muhd Amirul Syafiq Maula Seated (From left): Mohd. Ezlan Danial, Mohd. Khairul Nizam, Chee Khai Yin, Ephraim Teh, Abdul Rahman, James Chong, Ahmad Nazhan (Vice President), Daniel Loh (President), Pn. Nor Diyana (Teacher Advisor), Lim Chee Wei, Chew Chung Wah, Teo Xu Jen, Sanjeevwa Sritharan, Jacky Ong, Kelvin Yeoh, Muhd. Saderi, Muhd. Amar Seated (From left): Syazwan, Hamizan, Izzat, Bisyri, Asyraf Ali (Secretary), Ahmad Hazwan Ridhwa (President), En. Sabirin (Teacher Advisor), Razin Hassan (Vice President), Azeem Azhar (Treasurer), Hafizh Rahim, Fadzil Fisal, Suhail, Faries
81 Student Bodies 4th Ranger Unit Pasukan Kadet Pertahanan Awam Pasukan Kadet Remaja Malaysia Darat Seated (From left): Lim Hui Yee, Tan Ting Ting, Ong Ching Ying, Jaysree, Tung Huan Yu, Dulaisy, Charisma (President), Pn. Ruby Mangalam Janet (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Kavitha (Teacher Advisor), Jasawendie (Vice President), Koay Yi Lin, Rita Boon, Ang Seow Yun, Intan Amalina, Serene Ch’ng, Nitheeyah Seated (From left): Abdul Rasheed, Mohd. Azri (Asst Secretary), Lishan Raj (Secretary), Shuruthiish (President), Pn. Umi Kalsom (Teacher Advisor), En. Muhd. Harfizi (Teacher Advisor), En. Wan Mohd (Teacher Advisor), Lohes (Vice President), Jude Benedict Alex (Vice President), Mugunthan (Treasurer), Mohd. Munir (Asst. Treasurer) Seated (From left): LKpl. Nazril Rahman, Sjn. Azeem Jansari, PWII. Asri Nashriq, En. Syahrul Ghazali (Teacher Advisor), En. Mohd. Shahrul Nizam (Teacher Advisor), SSjn. Fitri, Kpl. Asrul Hafizi, LKpl. Jamil Izzat
Student Bodies 82 Red Crescent Society (Unit 25) Rover Scouts Crew Shaolin Wushu Seated (From left): Loh Chee Woon, Ooi Chee Beng, Emmanuel Raj Xavrer, Lim Shin Ye (Asst. Secretary), Lim Shern Kwok (Secretary), Randy Lim (Piesident), En. Ong Beng Soon (Teacher Advisor), Wong Ying Jian (Vice President), Chew Chien Heng (Treasurer), Benjamin Lim, Koay Zi Yi, Thum Wei Liang Seated (From left): Magheswaran, Maghendra Kumar, Satiskurnar (President), En. Cheng Chee Choong (Teacher Advisor), En. Ooi Eng Lye (Teacher Advisor), Anbarasan (Vice President), Sathiaseelan (Secretary), Muhd. Asrin Seated (From left): Tang Loon Siang, Kenny Khoo, Tan Ken Lin, Aaric Goh, Esmond Yeap (Secretary), HSL Jonathan Liew, Pn. Sooon Suat Duan (Teacher Advisor), Cik Yeoh Poh Lin (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Azura (Teacher Advisor), En Mohd. Fadzil (Teacher Advisor), DHSL Tan Hin Khai, Yang Zhen How (Treasurer), Samuel Yee, Cha Yong Hong, Chai Wey Shuen, Choo Lai Yee
83 Student Bodies Taekwon-Do (WTF) Taekwon-Do (GTF) School Band Seated (From left): Daryl Cheah, Izzat Ahmad, Abdullah, Mohd. Eunos, Lim Kean Tat (Secrctary), Yeap Tsai Shiang (President), Cik Pang Qi Jun (Teacher Advisor), Yeoh Way Hup (Vice President), Lum Juon Kwang (Vice President), Afeeq (Treasurer), Khartik, Iswerr, Amirul Hakeem Seated (From left): Alvin Lim, Ooi Wee Lee, Chan Wilson, Chung Boon Wue, Tamilkumaran (Asst. Secretary), Muhd. Sajid Nabiel (Secretary), Moey Chung Min (President), Pn. Ida Safura (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Ratnavalli (Teacher Advisor), Lee Jun Leong (Vice President), Nelson Aw (Treasurer), Nigel Chuah, Adrian Lau, Ooi Wee Liam, Lim Woei Ming, Sanjeiv Kumar Seated (From left): M. Danial b. Desman (Asst. Secretary), M. Azim b. Norizan (Section Leader), Khalai Chelvaan a/l Alagary (Librarian), Ahmad Azfar b. Abdul Hamid (Treasurer), Muhd. Amirul Asraf b. Ibrahim (Asst. Drum Major), Cik Teoh Bee Yan (Teacher Advisor), Tn. Hj. Ramli b. Din, Cik Thoh Hui Chin (Teacher Advisor), En. Ooi Hooi Seng (Teacher Advisor), Mohd Affendy b. Mohd. Razali (Drum Major), Aiman Ikram b. Uyub (Quarter Master), M. Muizzuddin b. Zainol Abidin (Documentation), Melvin Chan Cheen Ming (Cleanliness), Chong Yik Surn (Secretary)
Student Bodies 84 Christian Fellowship Chinese Cultural Society Buddhist Students’ Society Seated (From left): Laura Teh, Koay Yi Lin, Charisma Suhashini (Secretary), Joyce Lim (President), En. Lim Weng Seong (Teacher Advisor), Evan Khoo (Vice President), Jonathan Ang (Treasurer), Brian John Dorai, Dexter Chuah Seated (From left): Fonia Teoh, Intan Amalina (Asst. Secretary), Lim Wei Shyang (Secretary), Eow Ee Mei (President), Pn. Tan Khim Ping (Teacher Advisoi), Pn. Kang Szu Hue (Teacher Advisor), PhungLee Ting (Vice President), Lim Ai Tee (Treasurer), Ang Seow Yun, Calvin Goh Seated (From left): Khoo Teng Aun, Beh Ming Yih, Cheng Chun Seong (Vice President), Nelson Aw (President), Pn. Soon Suat Duan (Teacher Advisor), Cik Yeoh Poh Lin (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Kang Szu Huey (Teacher Advisor), Lim Kean Tat (Vice President), Lee Jun Leong (Secretary), Henry Chuah (Treasurer), Cha Yong Hong
85 Student Bodies Indian Cultural Society Economics Society Computer Club Seated (From left): Shyamala (Asst. Treasurer), Sandra Ann (Asst. Secretary),Prevenkumar (President), Pn. Kalavathy (Teacher Advisor), Partthiban (Vice President), Oharmakirthi (Vice President), Tharsini Reddy (Treasurer) Seated (From left): Lim Wei Shyang, Mehala (Secretary), Nur Atiqah (President), Pn. Lim Li Yeong (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Teoh Mooi Yann (Teacher Advisor), Revathi (Treasurer), Jonathan Ang Seated (From left): Toh Ann Gie, Teo Xu Jen (Secretary), Chew Chung Wah (President), En. Goh Seng Kar (Teacher Advisor), En. Khaw Heng Yeam (Teacher Advisor), En. Ch’ng Yeang Soon (Teacher Advisor), Oh Yue Jin (Vice President), Mohd. Zamir (Treasurer), Suhanesh
Student Bodies 86 Science and Maths Society Inventors and Electronics Club Interact Club Seated (From left): Khirren Rao (Treasurer), Ahmad Tarmidzi, Tan Seng Howe (Form 6 Rep.), Muzamil Moussa (President), Pn. Poomani (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Anna Tan, Muhd. Azri (Vice President), K. Amarveen Malairaja (Vice President), Thiam Hock, Suraien Mariappan (Asst. Treasurer) Seated (From left): Rabeenash Singh, Mohd Muaz (Seeretaiy), Vekneshwaran (President), Pn. Nurafni (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Hasliza (Teacher Advisor), Yang Zhen How (Vice President) Ahmad lzzat (Treasurer), Muhd. Helmi Seated (From left): Mohd. Syamil, Toh Ann Gie (Secretary), Chong Sau Fei (President), Pn. Noor Shaibah bt. Mat Saad, Pn. Kalavathi (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Malini, Ahmad Nazhan (Vice President), James Chong (Treasurer), Peter Ong
87 Student Bodies Kelab Pencinta Alam Literary and Debating Society Movie and Drama Society Seated (From left): J. Parmavisshvan, Abdul Kader (Secretary), Aliff (President), Pn. Molisa (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Retnamala (Teacher Advisor), Cik Wan Noor Hanizan (Teacher Advisor), Rooban Chand (Vice President), Ho Kah Fai (Treasurer), Pengiran Nazrin Seated (From left): Jonathan Ang (Secretary), Brian John Dorai (President), Cik Noor Ashikin, Pn. Malini, Cik Mabel Lim, Cik Wan Nurhanizan, Serene Ch’ng (Vice President), Siti Nur Hanisah Ahmad Kamal (Treasurer) Seated (From left): Amir Luqman, Muhd. Syamir, Mohd. Wafi (Secretary), Muhd. Saiful Afiq (President), Pn. Akhbarhana (Teacher Advisor), Danial Adzha (Vice President), Roslan Logan (Treasurer), Hasrul Afiq, Muhd Afifuddin
Student Bodies 88 Pembimbing Rakan Sebaya Persatuan Kebudayaan Melayu Persatuan Bahasa Melayu dan Persuratan Seated (From left): Oharmakirti, Mohd. Arshad, Ushani Rajalingam (Secretary), Mohd. Eliyass (President), En. Muhd. Hanif (Teacher Advisor), Muhd. Asrin (Vice President), Marzali, Muhd. Syafiq, Nur Nadiah Seated (From left): Rita Boon, Ashril (Secretary), Khalis (President), Pn. Molissa, Cik Thoh Hui Chin (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Jumai’ah, Amin (Vice President), Amar Zulkifli (Treasurer), Nazmi Syazwan Seated (From left): Henry Gan, Samuel Yee, Daarmesh Kumaran (Vice President), Pn. Poomani (Teacher Advisor), En. Abdul Aziz (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Suri (Teacher Advisor), Aliff Syazaryl (President), Ahmad Bukhary (Secretary), Jacky Yeoh
89 Student Bodies Robotics Club Persatuan Rukun Negara Persatuan Pelajar Islam Seated (From left): Mohd. Faizal (Asst. Secretary), Mohd. Amirul (Secretary), Muhd b. Juhari (President), Pn. Nafaifzai (Teacher Advisor), Mohd. Saifullah (Vice President), Munisswaran (Treasurer), Munir Juman (Asst. Treasurer) Seated (From left): Muhd. Saiful Afiq, Ahmad Zahid, Mohd. Wafi, Muhd. Asrin (President), Ustaz Wan Muhamad (Teacher Advisor), Mohd. Arshad (Vice President), Mohd. Azri (Vice President), Ahmad Bukhary, Nik Rashid Seated (From left): Mohd. Raid Syamil. Mohd. Aizuddin, Aliff Syazaryl Aiman (Secretary), Justin Lim (President), En. Syahrul Nizam (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Faridah (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Nurafni (Teacher Advisor), Ahmad Nazhan (Vice President), Mohd. Akmal ( Treasurer), Tan Soon Jin, Abdul Kader
Student Bodies 90 Sixth Form Society Kelab Seni Lukis dan Pertukangan Skim Pinjaman Buku Teks Seated (From left): Dharmakirti, Koay Yi Lin, Pakyasri Visvanathan (Secretary), Lim Zhen Fei (President), Cik. Choong Lai Yong (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Ruby Mangalam Janet (Teacher Advisor), Charlene Yeoh (Vice President), Jenny Wong (Treasurer), Thinagaran, Partthiban Seated (From left): Ho Kah Fai (Vice President), Muhd. Amirul (Secretary), Lishan Raj Kumar (President), Pn. Hasniyah (Teacher Advisor), Cik Kamariah (Teacher Advisor), Mohd. Fikri Makram, Muhd. Ikhwan, Wan Muhd Sabri Seated (From left): Muhammad Nur Solehin (President), Pn. Anna Tan, En. Hanif b. Abdul Majid (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Melati bt. Ahmad, Ahmad Bukhary (Vice President)
91 Student Bodies Kelab Keselamatan Jalan Raya Choir Club Music Club Seated (From left): Thavanesan a/l Sivalingam, Yogeswaran a/l Kumaraguru (Secretary), Yudhisthra a/l Subramaniam (President), Pn. Fazimi (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Wahieda Mat (Teacher Advisor), Kiritaran a/l Nadarasan (Vice President), Kirenraj a/l Balachandran (Treasurer), Selvekumar a/l Thangesvaran Seated (From left): Ee Cung Min, Cik Ng Jick Lim (Teacher Advisor), Rita Boon (Vice President) Seated (From left): Durgeshwar, Muhd. Saderi, Mohd. Quzairie, Viknaraj (Secretary), Mohd. Affendy (President), Cik Teoh Bee Yan (Teacher Advisor), Afeeq, (Vice President), Mohd. Danial (Treasurer), Tan Tze Jinn, Muhd. Raid, Muhd. Farisz
Student Bodies 92 Skim Lencana Anti Dadah F1 Club Photography Club Seated (From left): Amar Zulkifli, Muhd Asrul (Secretary), Nazmi Syazwan (President), En. Abdul Aziz (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Norazmila (Teacher Advisor), Muhd. Asri (Vice President), Muhd. Syahir (Treasurer), Muhd. Amirul Asyraf Seated (From left): Suhanesh (Asst. Treasurer), Ahmad Hazwan (Treasurer), Muhd. Sajid Nabiel (President), Pn. Nurafni (Teacher Advisor), En. Syahrul Ghazali (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Faridah (Teacher Advisor), Muhd. Safwan (Vice President), Tan Soon Jin (Secretary), Muhd Raid (Asst. Secretary) Seated (From left): Ahmad Shahir (Treasurer), Mohd. Shamsul (President), Cik Nurul lzza (Teacher Advisor), En. Yap Gark Soo (Teacher Advisor), En. Ooi Hooi Seng (Teacher Advisor), Rooban Chand (Vice President), Nigel Chuah (Secretary)
93 Student Bodies Young Enterprise Seated (From left): Lroy Lim, Nicholas Lim, Ahmad Nazhan, Oh Yue Jin (Managing Director), Cik Siti Norizah (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Lim Li Yeong (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Wanismawati (Teacher Advisor), Eric Lau (Secretary), Ho Kah Fai, Henry Chuah, Cha Yong Hong Advertisements
Benjamin Han Syamil Saderi Justin Lim The Sports and Games section is where the sports houses and games clubs are featured prominently. My trainees and I had to go through a lot of trouble in finishing our work to beat the deadline, but after all the picture-taking and caption-hunting, the section is complete. I would like to thank Mr. Goh, our chief teacher advisor, Nelson, our chief editor, the Design & Layout Team, and of course my trainees. Benjamin Han
Sports & Games 96 Hargreaves Hamilton Cheeseman Seated (From left): Teo Xu Jen (Treasurer), Partthiban (Vice Captain), Chung Boon Wue (Vice Captain), Chew Chug Wah (Captain), En. Nor Yamin (Teacher Advisor), Sanjeiv Kumar (Vice Captain), K. Amarveen (Vice Captain), Arivendran (Vice Captain), Hanisah (Secretary) Seated (From left): Nathalie Chow, Lim Hui Yee (Treasurer), Geraldine Chow, Afeez Athur (Captain), En. Abdul Rani (Teacher Advisor), Rooban Chand (Vice Captain), Jenny Wong (Girls’ Captain), Regina Tan, Justin Lim (Vice Captain) Seated (From left): Dulasiy a/p Subramaniam (Treasurer), Pakyasri a/p Visvanathan (Secretary), Brian John Dorai (Captain), En. Cheng Chee Choong (Teacher Advisor), Benjamin Han (Vice Captain), Eric Lau (Vice Captain), Amar b. Zulkifli (Vice Captain)
97 Sports & Games Sirajuddin Pinhorn P. Ramlee Seated (From left): Noor Eliya Azreen, Ika Silviana, Muhd. Firdaus (Captain), En. Muhd. Hanif (Teacher Advisor), En. Ridzuan (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Melati (Teacher Advisor), Lim Wei Shyang (Vice Captain), Shyamala a/p Nachiappan (Treasurer), Ushani a/p Rajalingam Seated (From left): Tharishiny Reddy (Girls’ Captain), Alex Lim (Student Advisor), James Choong (Vice Captain), Shaun Ooi (Vice Captain), Chan Wei Zhi (Captain), En. Ahmad Zambri (Teacher Advisor), Ahmad Nazhan (Vice Captain), Daryl Yeoh (Vice Captain), Mugunthan (Vice Captain), Toh An Gie (Secretary), Loh Phaik Ee (Treasurer) Seated (From left): Rita Boon (Secretary), Marzali (Captain), En. Muhd. Akhiruddin (Teacher Advisor), Pn. Molisa (Teacher Advisor), Surrendren (Vice Captain), Wan Natrah (Treasurer)
Sports & Games 98 Archery Wu Lien Teh Tunku Putra Seated (From left): Nur Aliah, Fakrul Ridzuan, Amir Shafiq, Mohd. Rais (Treasuier), Mohd. Ashraff (President), En. Rahamatullah Sulaiman (Teachcr Advisor), Harith Suffi (Vice President), Ahmad Bukhary (Secretary), Ahmad Hadi, Chan Siew Yin, Sharifah Ili Shaheera Seated (From left): Harvind Nair, Muralidharan, Nicholas Lim (Secretary) Oh Yue Jin (Vice Captain), Darren Chin (Vice Captain), Jude Benedict (Captain), En. Woo Kok Ho (Teacher Advisor), Lena Thannimalai (Vice Captain), Satiskumar (Vice Captain), Muhd. Shafiq (vice Captain), Chan Wilson (Asst Secretary), Bernard Nathan, Khirren Rao Seated (From left): Alvin Cheah (Vice Captain), Nelson Aw (Vice Captain), Mohd. Zamir, Khairul Nizam (Vice Captain), Jonathan Ang, En. Sivajothi(Teacher Advisor), Dexter Chuah(Captain), Ang Seow Yun (Girls’ Captain), Phung Lee Ting, Siti Najwa, Tan Hin Khai (Vice Captain)