sun, sea, sand and kids.

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.