Warning: Long Entry
Let me start by saying Im the youngest sa aming magkakapatid sa family. 5 kaming magkakapatid. Never been in the presence of a group of children. In short, I hate children. Pero i joined this children’s english camp coz I want to do something new. I want to mingle with other people. I want to nosebleed (yes, kani ra ang akong gipreparan nga magnosebleed ko sa mga bata kay nihongo ra jud ilang language).
As a first timer, this is really a life changing experience. Sa Pinas, i hate talking to children. The children sa Pinas are so rude. Diri kay different. Buotan man kaayo sila oe. Kiat, sabaan pero buutan. Regardless sa kung unsa ka. They will look at you with great anticipation.
Let the pictures speak for themselves. I actually loved the experience. I meet new friends. It was a nice feeling to actually feel like naa kay brother. Bahalag sabaan. Makalimbawt ug balhibo ang ka-kiat diay oe labi nag mga lalaki. Imagine 8kids sa room and i was in the middle, nag-nganga mode while everyone was talking blahblahblah running around, mosulod sa drawers, etc. etc. And I was like during that night: “mayra pud ug wala koe manghod nga lalaki”.
And there I meet the Watanabe brothers. The youngest was I believe ang pinakasabaan ug pinakakiat sa batch. And weird, di baya ko ganahan ug mga ang ani nga bata, pero siya ang nahimong anak nako. We go anywere together, eat together, play together etc. etc. And he became my youngest nihongo sensei. Tanang makit-an namo sa way iyang ginaingon sa ako in nihongo. haha. And gina-explain nya sa ako ang mga japanese little ways nga iyang nabaw-an. In return, I tried to teach him English. TRIED jud kay dili man maminaw. It was a struggle. A funny struggle hahaha.
His Older brother was more serious (funny kay different sila, wala ko katoo dayon gani nga brothers diay sila). But he was talkative as well when you speak to him. And siya akong natupad sa BUS on the way home. Heavy gipakaon ko oe.. sigi lang ingon “Ageru yo!” Ako pud kay okay. Thanks thanks. And katugon ta ko sa bus pero dili man sha katugon so nagtabi ra mi sa whole trip(katogon kaayo ko kay kapoi much!). Nihongo lessons (huling hirit). Heavy dugodugo ang ilong.
I thought I will be hooked up in making new friends with other volunteers, but apparently I got attached more to the children. They have influenced me more than I expected. And They made me changed my mind: “nindot man guro if naa pud koe manghud, or a little brother”. I thought that Watanabe-kun got separation anxiety issues because he always asks people where I am when I go out of sight doing volunteer errands. Pero I guess, right now while writing this.. ako ang naai separation anxiety. T_T
If my schedule permits, would definitely volunteer for another few more camps.
#PS: Naglinog while i was sitting inside the room waiting for most of my “kids” that are in the bath house. Si anak nako, kung makakamang sa gamay na table wagas. Lupigan akong skills. Kusog kaayo ang linog. Nilihok jud ang among gistayhan horizontally. Kusog jud, di ni joke. But the following day, so funny that no one even bothered or talk about it!