First glimpse of the village kids
Whacko game and it was hard to remember their names at first..
Boy, easiest name to remember
This kid caught my attention...Bang! Everyone's favourite lor (handsome) boy. They are very good in art!
Getting ready for english lessons; we taught them numbers, colours, shapes, emotions..I guess we tried our best to make them understand and follow and remember..but I think we played more with them lol
Break-time...Boy and Bang, too cute to be true
Moletek, the boy in red, the first boy whom I taught
Stickers all over...sanook sanook! (fun)
Chiyani, we call her Chai-yen-yen...love her! Because she has dimples like me haha..Suwani is cute too =)
Morobok! Haha..
Morning assembly
Sports Day! And playing with the kids
Football caught in the moment...their main entertainment, other than that, it's playing with one another and a whole group of them were surrounding one of us's PSP, playing together...
Costume dress-up during Sports Day
Skipping in the classroom
Musical Chairs for Sports Day
Playing around; peace, joy, laughter
Cuddling during campfire
Naraak mak mak! (very cute)
Break-dancer who likes to want to fiddle with my camera
2nd last day shots
A simple piggy-back will already make their day
Balloons and arm-wrestling
Hugs and more hugs...a universal language
Brotherhood, like family
Moletek, brave heart, who fell down and had a huge cut on the side of his forehead and deep cuts
on his nose and leg but didn't even panick and cry [and no harm was done while he posed with the scissors] It's us who panicked instead of the kids when they got injured...
Piao, whose tight hug I can always remember and she tied my hair like that!
A photo with so much meaning
Nong-nong (little brother/sister), they always like to fiddle with our cameras
The last day of teaching english and playing with them
The last day where every kid in the village witnessed our luggages being heaved into the local transport and they knew we're leaving, the older ones were crying when they saw us cry, the young ones were confused when they saw us cry. Walked into the crowd in search of a familiar face, and I saw Bang. Hugged him on the 2nd last day but he didn't hug back...on the last day, he hugged back, because he knew.Bless them, Angels. Learnt a lot from them, instead of the other way round. Initially was homesick the first day at the village but after being with them, I found strength in them. May they be happy always and a bright future ahead of them. Bless them, Angels.
A poem, Nong-Nong, dedicated to the kids, albeit hasty and simple (constructed just before the sharing session)
Nong-Nong, Nong-Nong,
Running with abandon
Carefree and happy
Nong-Nong, Nong-Nong,
Like rusted rocks on the beach
Yet to be polished
Scabs and scars
On their hands and feet
Yet what really matters
Is a big smile on their face
Nong-Nong, Nong-Nong,
To me
Your smiles are like diamonds
In my mind's eye.
