More about Camp FEAST.
I forgot to mention that I had the strongest hard-on during the Camp FEAST. The story is as goes--I was supposed to account for all the blankets, bedsheets, and pillow cases. Along with my friend Hasri. The first bunks to come were there girls.As I handled and counted the bedsheets, warmth and comfort stole over me. I was handling the bedsheets of pubescent girls! Whoa, and the effect was immediate; I could feel the huge pile of meat dangling between my legs throb in anticipation, as if it was a dog that just scented rabbits.
I'm not sure why dogs love hunting rabbits though.
Either way I wasn't really much turned on because I'm not interested in girls, as we shall soon learn. I was turned on more by the sight of the guys' blankets.
Shit. Maybe I'm gay.
Never mind.
Which reminds me on how weird girls are.
It's hard to make them happy without a lot of sacrifices on your part. If you tell them you don't mind, they'd find it hard to accept that you're able to take so much without much of a flinch. If you tell them that you mind, they'd find themselves rather much a bitch.
The irony is this; you have to act like you hate them, to make them feel less guilt for their actions.
There's a saying that goes 'Be cruel to be kind'. Or something along those lines.
Fine. I hate you.
But based on the disclaimer already given above, it's just weird, right? Dang. Which is why I'd rather turn gay. I mean, it'd be much less of a hassle.
This reminds me of how I held my boyfriend's hand in school, and that in turn reminded me of how much I'd missed in my 1 day of absence from school.
My essay on 'Foes' wasn't much of an essay. I mean, if you only have enough words to fill 1page and 9sentences, it isn't much of a literary composition, right? Yet I could still get 20/30 despite its inherent flaws (tense errors, awkward phrasing). And the ending was supposedly one of the best in class 4-7.
I thought my ending sucked. I'd have shown a photocopied version, but the heck of a scanner seems to have mood swings, so I had to take pictures from my handphone. 2.0megapixels. Not pretty.
Thank me for bothering to upload all the pictures up, and in order, too. Don't dwell on minor details like 'sides cut away', 'handwriting too ugly', blah blah.
I am a left-hander, and left-handers have exclusive rights. Like, writing ugly. Talk about coolness.
I have nothing much left to say already. This was written on Friday by the way. 11.1.08
I wrote that in a subconscious state, don't be too caught up and sore over the fact that you can't write such nonsense when you're half-asleep and rushed for time to hand in the work. I am unique, and definitely a genius.
Shall go back to drinking my Pink Dolphin. After all, I need to give myself credit. I hate uploading pictures. So fucking tiring.
-- 1/16/2008 10:24:00 PM