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Wednesday, November 15, 2006


I feel so stupid getting worked up over people who don't appreciate who I am and what I do. After my exams yesterday, I promised myself a month and a half of pure bliss. I will try to curb my emotions.

My babies are leaving me soon ..only a few more days and they are out of my life. How fast time flies...I first taught them when they were in P2 and now they are passing their first hurdle in the education life. 6 years just like that. I always get teary eyed when my P6 students leave me. I feel helpless but at the same time, I am exhilarated to know that they have grown up so nicely. I smile everytime one of them taps me on the shoulder or hugs me when they see me. No matter how big they are, how naughty they were when they were with me, how high my blood pressure went up everytime I think of them, I will always remember them. They touched my lives in so many ways that I couldn't comprehend and I hope I have touched their lives in a little way...

To my P6 students of 2006, it was nice wait a minute....it was MARVELLOUS having you in PEPS. I have enjoyed every moment of it. The laughter, the TEARS, the good times and the sorrowful times will always be treasured in my heart. I am very sure all of u will turn out to be charming young men and women and lead a fulfilling life. Thursday or Friday might be the last time we meet each other ever. We might not cross each other's path again. So ...

Cikgu minta maaf jika tersalah silap...selalu cikgu memarahi kamu...tetapi cikgu memarahi kamu kerana untuk kebaikan kamu... cikgu tidak inginkan kamu dipandang hina atau di pandang serong oleh orang-orang. Cikgu akan sentiasa mengingati kamu dan mendoakan kejayaan kamu...Insya ALLAH...

I have said my piece!




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