camp in school

i went to the write camp,

it was so loosely based, on what i don't know. a place where everybody gather and make the time fun as possible. now it seems that camps doesnt have to be so organised from one point to another we need to do this.
our playground was restrained to the e3 multi purpose room. the likes of a place where they could held a runway show if u want to say it, with spotlights straddling from one end to the other end.

the whole time we were stucked there until night even. except for a few times where some ppl (me, hanis khamis /jazil, fair daniel ) had to go out and smoke. i tot like theres going to be night walk or something , but daniel says we are chained , fucking watchdogs of security personell. we should have done it at chalet but like that i got to pay up. all for a paid up expense trip.
so thats the good thing to have it in school., all expenses can be claimed if needed, but boundaries are still there, and having mr Patrick watching us.

to make it short , we did sit in a circle talk and games. all day . then ramm some big air filled ball to an enclosure of ppl. a harder ball cud be useful. ishardi was satanic wen throwing, i was like a loose cannon. YEah. in the end Prabhu the last man standing was killed by benazir bhutto who took her revenge from the dead.

then there was the last supper, a row of long table was set up and light shone from heaven shone down like a scene from leonardo da vincis last supper of jesus and his gangs. who became jesus and who became judah was decided, hanis j sat in the middle so he shud be jesus but the arrangements were shifted to khalis api , speaking like some guru gobind singh or sai baba.

then ishardis recording came up. sniffles sniffle everybody cos somebody is being manipulated. khalis played the investigator. y ishardi dont u know how to play along, like i know how to play along too. as much as it was bad to listen to it, but it was enlightening to hear how ppl handle stress awkwardly.

then after that we ordered a few things , my chocolate chip , benazirs ben and jerries not on the table, they bought such mundane things= fruit loops, snow flakes.and foam packages which the mutton pieces taste more like dog food then human.
we watch samy veloo more like "sami beloo" = "lunatic priest " in english becos he preaches about political dogmas so blowingly entertaining. but tell me one thing abt mahathir and i hang my head off. that bastard accused anwar of sodomy, am i right ?! at one time while making he"s minister rounds among tamil crowds,he sweared "podah" to one irritating men. and then they were mobbing towards him.

so stories kept gushing around the tabernacle ,while i was sleeping on and off like zombie . at last i went back at 6 before everone is rounded up. have to sleep in morning wee hours, not wen daylight.. \

btw i learned hw to play cards.tite and bluff .