Sweet lil young thing...

Yes, when we are young, we are cute, sweet and more expression to define our idol able look. Oh well, when I was young... Ok OK, I will stop my story. I am no longer that cute anymore. :D

now, when I look at those kids that surrounds me every day, I feel joyful and happy. Inside of me, they taught me a lot of things that I have forgo it when I was young.

They are cheerful, they have no knowledge but await us to impart our knowledge, they come to us when they need us, they will always look up to us and cry to us when they know they are wrong, they show their cuteness when they feel like it...

When I look at them, my worries gone. Yes, I do worried that I am not a good teacher to them. Some times, I do make mistake, I feel so bad bout it. At time, controlling my self from saying some words that are not suitable is kind of hard. :s

Part 2:


How I got into education field is an accidental introduction by my aunt. I was asked to work for 2 months in a Secondary school and got hooked into teaching. At that time, I label that "Teaching is in my blood." I cannot get rid of the passion ever since I had my first teaching experience. I still remember vividly of the day before my first teaching stint. I couldn't sleep that night. I kept on thinking of how would I present my self before the class. :D Yes, its that bad. And I got lost on the way there that morning. :s I still remember the sweat on my hand when I tried to write on the green board with chalk. Ouch! My writing is terrible. Its still the same now... LOL...

Oh well, luckily a student help me to write on the board. That explain the reason for me not to write on the board... ugly writing...

Come back to lil young souls who have capture my heart...

When I taught at the previous kiddy centre for 5 months, there have been a lot of memories running in my mind. I hesitate on continuing as I do not get the two way communication from the work as a teacher. Now when I think back, I realize my mistakes. They do communicate, but they do it via action. Just that my eyes were blinded then. A journey unknown has lead me to another kiddy where I have my opportunity to teach again...

Part 3:

Remembering the days when I first taught at Kiddy centre.. I still remember of how when I look at this TWIN bro, the elder ones will look at me, with both hand holding his jacket, and his eyes stare at me. While I stopped and look at him, I know what he want from me. I put on his jacket, and quietly he sat down. He is a quiet person, never talk much. Apart from whispering a few words to his friends and complain the usual things to his beloved teacher... :D Of course, I will remember he ran to GRAB hold of his mom when she came and fetch him.

There is also a boy whom I really enjoy seeing him. He is a genius. But his attention span is short. He can read well even though he don't know how to read ABC. Funny huh? I do now know how are they now. May be in their primary level 3-4 :)

I cannot remember my Kiddy teacher name. I cannot remember my Primary school friends face and name. Only remember one or 2 teacher and friends name.

By the time the current batch graduate, they would most likely forget me as they venture for their future. Some will definitely follow their parents to other state, some would change school, some would shift to other area...etc.

In the end, would my teaching be still remember in their mind? Would my effort gone to waste? Up until now, I have not meet with those kiddy children yet. Secondary students still keep in touch with me. Some still call me Teacher... Yoh, told you some many time... I tak de license to teach, and so its inappropriate to call me teacher lor... :p and When you are out of school d, just call my name will do. :) End up, still call me Teacher...

They say: Once a Teacher, Forever a Teacher. True? I will just accept it. :)

I will end this long post with a Picture.