Went to Cherating with the kids last weekend and it was tiring, but satisfying to handle 13 kids running around the beach and for the first time in my life, i let myself go completely and just have some fun and the weekend away from electronics, emails and facebook. i`d even leave my phone in the resort. but there was no breath-taking moments, its just what everyone else normally does. sit under the tree, dip in the water, beach soccer, ATV-ing and kayaking.
the kids mostly run around the beach and jump into the water once in a while. in order to improve their maths, i`d carry one by one into the water and give them questions where if they cant answer or answer wrongly, i`ll take a long dip into the water. then went beach-walking with the girls to collect some sea shells in the evenings. you know, all this while i know i liked kids but i didnt know i am good with them.
i think all the kids and volunteers shit in their pants when i went topless. the tattoo on the back was still okay but i think the one on my arm that freaked them. maybe that`s why they listened to me.
on the second night, we had barbeque by the beach and campfire accompanied with guitars, sing alongs and alcohol for the adults nonetheless. i loved it, the kids loved it. then i stayed back till dawn to see the sunrise, dazing away thinking and having those "what if.." moments which almost took my breath away when i was swinging on the hammock until i was ambushed by the little rascals and flipped my over from behind, slapping me back to reality where sand went in my mouth, ass and balls; exactly how reality feels like... itchy, uncomfortable and fustrated.
Bow chicah bow bow...................... wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaaa
