Sheeet. I just burned my thumb playing with fire -__-
I logged in to facebook thirty minutes ago. Checked my inbox. Someone I met from camp. (Woah?! =O camp wei. Ya la ya la my first camp ever. Dun need to feel paiseh.)
Arghh *more flashbacks* i wanna sleep wei. I went there as a facilitator. So, technically I haven't participated in any camp yet =(((. Killing time during my holidays. Job scope: To facilitate lah. Buddhist camp summor wei. lol. If you know me, you'll know I'm the most unreligious/sesat Buddhist. But it was an eye opening experience cos I used to think poeple sleep in tents and mandi air sungai beramai-ramai when they go for 'camp'.
^^^^^ unimportant details.
I don't intend to blog about the activities (mostly talks lor and games I had to pretend it's oh-so-fun)
Aiya I wanna sleep d. Fb lah instigated the whole thing.Almost everyone there (prob 85% of the participants and committees) knew each other prior to the camp.
Some wanna buat-buat baddadass. (this one I dun care, not so annoying)
The thing that annoyed me the most...
Participants who participated the camp willingly but were unwilling to participate in the activities (almost make no sense, read it again) and complain and complain and complain about how boring or lame the activities were. (ABO?!!
What you expect, the monks dance "nobody but you" izit) Hello... I didn't come out with any of those stuf
f (your friends la since 85% of everybody knew 85% of everyboy, n*be. Complain to them la) If you don't like den dun come. Bodoh betul.
That's the reason I dun go for camps and stuff. I dun like stupid games and remembering names of people I dun care about. I like to laze around and do things in the comfort of my own space and time, therefore, I stay at home. I also like to bitch about stuff, therefore, I get my own blogspot account. It's that simple... don't come, buy a buku lima lima lima
and bitch about stuff in there.
And the funniest part is (
like ikmk says, weird funny, not hilarious funny)
little trolls intentionally complaining about me and how shitty the activities were in my presence. Even more bodoh.
(Kebodohan-yang-paling-melampau had to be the one who asked me questions about buddhism and the temple just to annoy me. Bad-da-da-ass wannabe.) Despite (watever on top), I learned some stuff
(and get to hang out with hp, bp and the other two facis)
A reflection of myself.
===> I'm so going to hell.
The burn on my thumb still hurts.