I feel like chickening out.
I don't want to go for camp FEAST. It's a bloody waste of time and I won't sign up for it if I had the wisdom of hindsight.
Please, I don't even know the Sec2s. Why the fuck am I wasting one precious night with them? Never mind.
And I went Vivo with my family, and of course, I did nothing. I mean, I did mention my wish to stop procrastinating tomorrow, right?
But the most exciting event of the day was my mastery of one word: hermaphrodite.
I think it describes me the best, and I can choose to hook up with any one of the bursting-with-testosterone guys from Cat High I have the fortune to have as schoolmates.
For the ignorant, here's a definition of a hermaphrodite:
Noun
Adjective
S: (adj) hermaphroditic,
hermaphrodite (of animal or plant; having both male female reproductive organs)
There you go. Are you one?
Never mind. I should pack up for camp. I mean, after all, I have to take a shower in a 1d1n camp, right?
Yea, sure thing. I don't even take showers for 3d2n camps, let alone 1d1n camps.
I'm feeling light all of a sudden. You know, mood swings like a pendulum bob. I think I shall name myself as Bob. Either way, it seems perpetually stuck at the higher end. Let's just say that gravity stopped working.
I'm contented.
A random conversation brought forth the iFea of DSA. So, JLXZ wants to apply for a certain JC through kayaking. Which is damn simple, and thus showing that the benchmark for DSA is damn screwed. Excuse me while I clean the crystallization of shit of my excitement.
Never mind. So, tomorrow, Yio Chu Kang MRT station, 9PM. Cool mann, I'm damn hyped up. I can practically feel a powerful ripple of a pre-boner. Seriously, I'm very much excited over the prospect of one-night stands with all the gorillas of SCGS and Cedar.
Yea right.
-- 1/13/2008 10:30:00 PM
