![]() The students follow my action, and I encourage them to say “stand up.” Next I do the same with “sit down”, and “clap your hands”. This makes the kids have fun right from the start! More teaching ideas belowįor example, when the class starts I say, “stand up!” and do the action. I always show the kids the actions, and even if it takes them a time or two to say the phrases, they can do the action right away. There are a lot of actions here for the kids to learn. I often use the phrases of the song to start the class, as a warm up, then play the song at the end as a review and wrap up. The English says ‘goodbye’, and in Chinese we say ‘ 再见 ‘, which also mean goodbye, but if you take each word literally – 再 means ‘again’ and 见 means ‘to see someone’ – hence, we will meet/see each other again.Scroll down for lesson ideas, and lyrics. This is where I won’t be alone, for this is where I know it’s home ![]() This is home surely, as my senses tell me Where my dreams wait for me, where that river always flows This is home truly, where I know I must be As each 游 子(wanderer) steps onto the plane that will take them to a new land for studies, work, or for sightseeing, do their hearts feel the loss of what they leave behind – their loved ones and Singapore? Having been to quite a number of countries, S’s and my conclusion remains the same – Singapore is where we belong and it’s where we will always go back to. No one likes to say good bye, especially if it’s for a long absence. The immigration security officers must see lots of smiles, laughter, hugs and tears unfolding before them each day. Either she was anxious to get back to my nephew, or that she was feeling a tad sad and did not want me to see. When I said bye to my mum earlier in the day, she did not look up at me as she said goodbye and reminded me to look after myself before closing the door. ![]() We also admitted that age must be catching up with us – the journey seems to feel longer and more tiring each time. A case of too much fun over the past 2 weeks? With the long travel time (13 hrs each way), it is unlikely that we will be back till end of year perhaps. I too had felt a tinge of sadness as we packed our luggage the day before. Though she was smiling, she must be starting to feel the absence in her heart. As the father handed their passports to the immigration security officer, the grandmother reached out and took the boy from the mother’s arms and gave him yet another hug, clearly unwilling to let him go. A couple and their toddler son were saying goodbyes and giving hugs to everyone around them. Her parents stood nearby, smiling but their worried eyes betrayed them. As she took one photo after another, I could see the look of bewilderment and nervousness on the girl’s face – a mix of excitement and anxiety about making a journey alone, perhaps. ![]() Standing at the gate whilst waiting for S, I saw one large group of 10-15 teenage girls, all taking turns to take photos with this girl who must be going abroad for studies. Goodbye see you again song free#My family did not send us off at the airport this time as it was a working day and we had a free car pickup arranged. Besides a heavier luggage at check in (78kg vs 40kg coming in), we also weighed in heavier (2kgs more I’m sure!) ![]() S and I had spent 2 gorgeous weeks in Singapore – we managed to meet different groups of friends, made a Sentosa day trip to visit the SEA Aquarium(highly recommended!), did lots of shopping, ate through hotel buffet and hawker food etc! This visit also coincided with Chinese New Year, which was great as we got to savor the New Year goodies as well. Standing near the departure gate of Terminal 1, I was reminded of this poem as I watched different parties saying goodbyes to their loved ones as they prepare to board their planes to a distant land. Who suggested that the heart of a blade of grass,Ĭould repay the warmth and brilliance of the Springs? Swiftly stitching till the moment of departure,Īnxiously fearing a delayed return was she. To the coat on the back of the journeying son. From the thread in the hand of a loving Mother, ![]()
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