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TESL my TESL...



Every journey has a beginning, and an ending...

And thus, my wonderful journey that I embarked on as a lecturer to my first Drama in Education cohort is almost coming to an end...

I remember seeing them all, one by one, their faces eager to learn, but shying away in the beginning, all reserved in the small cocoons of their own little worlds...

And when they opened up, one by one, I saw in them different, beautiful personalities, each unique in their own way... each finding a place in my affections...and eventually each finding a place in my heart.

Yesterday night was a special night that marked the ending of this journey with them, on the one hand a sense of overwhelming pride that I had directly played a part in their journeys as teachers, building the very foundation of our nation, and even more so, as human beings, being the very essence of who they were and what they became...

To commemorate this night, I sang for them... A tune that they all knew and loved... A tune that we shared sleepless nights with, working towards the completion of our ultimate project - to put on a show to remember!

Yes, this is the closing of our journey together as teacher and student... But this is only a fork in the road in the journey of our lives... Until we meet again, may the Lord Almighty keep you in His grace and protection...

I love you all...


Comments

It must be a great song from you Sir.
azie said…
sir, we love u too. u taught us so many things, new things. and we are grateful for that.


it is scary to think whether we can survive out there, without help and guidance from the lecturers. but i think all of you did a good job in preparing us to face the reality. and i think all of us are ready to go out there.

thanks for helping us built our wings:-)
Thank you.
Thank you.
And sorry for everything my dear sir. :)
Che Eduardo said…
You're good cikgu, bro..
Gukita said…
Let me guess the title of the song;
My Way?
missyizzati said…
words cannot describe how grateful i am for having you as a lecturer.

DIE rocks!
TESL rocks!
you rawk! :D

i'm so not gonna forget you and the others.
Abdullah said…
Zara,
Why didn't u join us?

Azie,
A good teacher builds on a good foundation - good students..

Tiqa,
Ur more than welcome... and thank you

Che,
Thanks man...

Pakcik Ali,
It's always my way... ;)
Abdullah said…
Ijat,

you rawk as hard as a rawker can rawk!!! ;)

Same goes for me kid..
Princess Liyana said…
We love you too Sir;)

Thanks for everything..i learnt lots of things from you, interesting teaching techniques plus the importance of bond between teachers and students.

Please pray for us Sir..Hope that we'll be good teachers, building excellent future generations..;)

You'll always be close to our heart Sir. May God bless you;)
Percicilan said…
awwww. nyanyi sey..
tak pernah my cikgu sang for me..
they must be a lucky batch
Greg Wee said…
was it on Youtube? Curious to hear you sing. You could very well be the next Malay Enka singer in Japan.
Anonymous said…
What was the title of the song that you were singing on TESL night? It was very nice and touching..where can i download from the internet?

Pei Ni
Abdullah said…
Liyana,
Thank you with all my heart..

CC,
Nyanyi beb...One in a million...hehehehe...

Greg,
U have any contacts in the Enka world?... ;)

Pei Ni,
Song has never been recorded so no such luck...can only be heard when I sing it :)

I'll give u the lyrics if u want, and if ur really interested I'll teach u how to play it... :)
Fauziah Ismail said…
Salam Lobo
A man of many talents ...
I shouldn't ask what you can do but ask intead what you cannot do ... can I safely assume the list is a short one?
Take care, bro!
Abdullah said…
w'salam Fauziah,
*imitating a low bow of the French royal court*...you honour me madame... :)
cT cHaN said…
thank u 4 everything sir.. ;))
hubbsnmoi said…
oookey,

*deep breath*

i just realized one thing. I read ur dad's blog wayyyyyy before i know ur existence.

hahaha.

betul kelakar seram.
Abdullah said…
CT,
Ur most most welcome... I hope your memories of my classes weren't all bad... I seem to remember some good times...

Syana,
Whoooooaahh... Freaky Friday... hehehehehe....
lina said…
hola sir....huhu...teringat masa skolah dlulah....
kemping kat tanjung leman.....
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hilmihamzah.com said…
To be able to connect to the audience (and the students of course) is not a normal business. It takes a man of great minds to keep things going and reaching the souls out there.

Well, it must be a bloody mind-blowing performance.

Well done, Sir! :-)
RANDOM THOUGHTS said…
devoted lecturer .. loves by everybody!
ChUcK SaGaCiOuS said…
mcm david cook la...
nak siiggggnnnnnn!!!!

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