I’m ashamed to admit it but I’m such a hater. I hate a lot of things and I love complaining, too.

For example, I hate crowds, lining up, being around strangers I do not like, and exposing myself. All these I hate with a passion.

Yesterday, I was in Splash Island, and it was a day full of hate.

Honeybun’s mom, who’s in town for a couple of weeks, invited us to go with them to the popular summer destination, and since we wanted Sadako to spend as much time as she could with her grandmother, we said yes.

I’ve never been to Splash Island, and it was hate at first sight. People crowded the entrance, and there were even buses parked outside—proof that there were sure more people inside.

Getting in was a nightmare. There were long lines everywhere, and people were either OMG-ing in excitement or complaining about the heat, the long lines, or some other stuff.

Over at security, we got stopped because we brought some food. They didn’t want us to bring them in even if they’re for the baby. The guy said that we had to go surrender them somewhere, but when Honeybun went there, she was able to convince the guy to let us bring some of them in.

I went erm once we got inside the “island.” It was a huge amusement park (but with different kinds of pools instead of rides), and everyone was excitedly running around, from potbellied topless guys to drenched little girls in two-piece batching suits. The sun was scorching, our bags were heavy, we were starving, and we couldn’t find a cottage. After almost half an hour, our companions finally found us a place to stay in but since there were no cottages anymore, we had to settle for a plastic table with Monobloc chairs. Oh well, better than nothing, I thought.

The kids—Chabi and Sadako—were excited to swim, so after applying sunblock, changing into their swimsuits, and inflating the floaters and lifesaver, we (including me, of course, since Sadako’s still just a baby) went to this huge pool with fake waves.

The water was cold and Sadako wasn’t feeling it. After some minutes though, she finally got used to the temperature and started enjoying the water. Putting her in her lifesaver was pretty challenging, but when I did get to slip her in, we were fine. In fact, she was more than fine. She fell in love with the pool so prying her away from it proved to be challenging.

After eating and resting for a while, I took Sadako back to the water, which delighted her no end.

Nothing much changed after our trip. I still hated lines (which I encountered when I needed to buy food), being around strangers (public pools aren’t my thing), and exposing myself (maybe if I had a better body), but realized how quickly I could forget about all these as long as my little one’s having fun.

Oh, how much parenthood changes you.