Mr Steven Quek.

The most wonderful coach one could ask for. be it running or other aspects such as teaching as cme (where we were asked to write the whole of national anthem out as our test).the teacher who changed one's life. Mine, at least. a teacher who taught you the real values in life. i could still remember the days where i stayed up till wee hours to copy the code of conduct. one of those days where the whole class was punished by having to come back to school on a weekend to scrub the netball court for girls and basketball court for guys. one of those days where i had to copy the whole book of social studies book till my hand turned red and hurts.

Mrs Chloe Peng, a patient and dedicated teacher.

Thank you for the days when you stayed back almost everyday for us, the weaker students, till evening to help us out in our social studies.

Mr Yong. the funny and blur-looking teacher.

we were always amused by his jokes and his childhood stories.(he always tells us stories during his lessons.) i could still remember some like how he got frightened by a piece of tissue paper stuck on his face as a ghost in the middle of the night. and him looking all over the whole of malaysia to find a screw or something. & i could still remember him limping one step after another into our classroom, holding a walking stick after he had fallen down once in the toilet. and the times when he used to push his luaggage into class with his teaching materials inside. & those wonderful lab lessons. (:

One thing i remembered was that i always didn't pay attention during his lessons cos as much as i tried to, i still couldn't understand what he was saying. all the words that came out of his mouth sounds like alien language to me. so i spent most of his lesson dozing off. hah.