Can't forget; still remember.
I heard this story of a very intelligent kid. Around 4years old I think.
Its mother(not sure about its gender) showed it a video of children living in slums, searching for food in the rubbish dumps just to get past the day. The mother was trying to teach the kid about why it shouldn't waste food, because there are other kids out there suffering from poverty.
After thinking for awhile(yes, children do think, unlike most mindless teenagers), it replied:
But if I don't throw the food then the poor children can't find food in the rubbish dumps already =\
I can't see myself coming up with such an answer(and meaning it) when I was that young. Guess it'd grow up to be a very intelligent person, and hope it'd use its intelligence in the 'correct' way.
I went back for the NCC annual camp yesterday, for 2d1n of the 4d3n sexperience.
It turned out to be a welfare camp. The food was damn good, with meat > rice(I got to experience that first hand, for free). And there was supper in the form of Canadian pizza. They all had to pay more though, and it's quite interesting how their camp fees are around 3 times ours.
We ate shitty-vege-filled meals last time, for 3 years, and now they have delicious meat.
No wonder Cat High is getting more and more cats. The food thrown away is used to feed cats, and what do cats do when they are filled? They fill each other. Then they have more cats.
And no I'm not dissing you kids, there's a shitload of cats in Cat High. Walk around and you see them at night, everywhere. It's quite freaky when you're trying to do a solo nightwalk when the cats are prowling around. I mean like I'm a tiger but they should show me that respect and get the hell out of my way right? Rather than stone there and look into my eyes while I stare back and try to get my most murderous 'chi' to get it out of my way.
Somehow my tiger aura just doesn't show. The killing intent just isn't there. Guess I'm supposed to be a nice, gentle(but huge), reconciliatory guy.
Something I can live with.
It's quite scary how one expires systematically. I think I posted about this before after the P5 camp, but this concept is once again reinforced with this NCC camp. It's like I don't know what to do with the kids, with the people running the camp, and I don't want to get in the way of the people in-charge now, so I just stone around and point stuff out(if they can't see the stuff in the first place). And after next year, once again, expire, fade out, let others do this 'point-the-shit-out' job.
Expiring experiences is quite sad. I'm never one to regret stuff that I did, but now I begin to wonder whether I could've made my Cat High experience more valuable not, and whether I've made the best use of the past 4 months in AJC.
But there really is no point lamenting over shit like that, because the more one laments, the more time he wastes, and the more regrettable things he'd commit(by simply wasting time in the past).
Anyway there really is no point talking about how the annual camp is a leisure camp, but the school can be quite freaky.
I was walking alone on the track, and it's like damn dark, and damn far from civilization. It got quite freaky, and I was ready to jump at shadows. Sometimes I don't know why I force myself to do the things I do, but it's always an interesting sexperience to see myself at work.
The moon was beautiful though it isn't sexactly round. The darkness was unsettling, yet peacefully so. The sky was so dark that the moon illuminated the ground gently. It was a rather weird experience, but yea. I felt safe with the moon shining on me. =\
Should have done this long ago but oh well. Might have scared me out of my wits if Edward Becharas(did I even spell his name correctly =.=) appeared to play basketball with me, but that's a comical story anyway.
I didn't dare to walk into the primary school side though. The darkness there looks impenetrable, and definitely foreboding. The warm, gentle glow of the moon wouldn't reach the depths of darkness the primary school side harbour, and knowing my limits I knew it was best not to do the nearest thing to suicide.
I should probably stop missing the stuff that I should let go.
If you people don't already know, I'm quite a traditional man and I think that the reputation of a girl is like damn important. Which is why it's weird when I want to show someone that I care about her, but when people might think I'm interested in her or something. It is very weird when all you want to do is like show that you make a, y'know, big brother kind of feel so that you can give your women a sense of security.
Then people mistake that and shit gets around and you feel that you've harmed her instead.
No it's not that it's happened to me yet, but that I fear it would. It's not a good thing to be associated with a testosterone-charged male (;
-- 6/08/2009 12:56:00 AM
