Two sides to a coin. Just like head and tail, both sides often prove to be opposites of each other.
The feeling of being a complete stranger was daunting, but it was just oh-so-familiar. Year after year I was brought to a different environment, where self introduction became some annual ritual. This time was no different. At the end of the day, people knew who I was. Plan succeeded, purpose fulfilled. I emerged a stranger no more.
And then the camp was a blast. Everyone had little stories to tell, and most shared stories in common. That's the whole point of a camp, is that not? Photos were captured to preserve moments of eternity, as well as numerous candid and random shots with random poses just to emphasize how much a camwhore we all were. A team of camwhores, it was surely something. Whenever someone whipped out a camera, that was a cue for my whole group to squeeze into every frame possible. A comical sight it must have been!
Another reason why I think our group was the most remarkable group, is the fact that we were capable of losing every game - I mean really, every single game - but will eventually win all games which involved scissors, paper and stone. This is no joke. For every game that involved brains and brawns, we would not win any. Maybe we lacked both, but had Lady Luck with us.
As I look back, the sweet taste of success and the warm feeling of friendship fostered resurface. Yet some sense of displeasure also tags along.
Two sides to a coin, I reinstate. While most I came across were very much as friendly, as pleasant a person to be around with, there was also thismuch of a bitch that spoiled the fun. You who know me, know me as one who jokes around, know me as one with a controlled temper, am I not? But how would you feel, when one grabs onto one of your harmless jokes, grabs on ever so tightly, and began shooting remarks that came across as offensive?
The scenario went on like this:
So we all got our lunch. When asked why I bought something different from the rest, I jokingly said I did not want my hair to drop anymore by eating something plain and nice. And almost instantly scorching hot flames shot out from three pairs of eyes, that belonged to people who sat at my table. Fine, maybe there was unintended harm, and so I hurriedly said "Just a joke, la. Don't take it seriously." I mean, NOBODY will ever take that remark of mine seriously, had I said it to others. Yet do you know what I get in the end?
"Oh, Ipoh breed is of course different from us." (In an extremely sarcastic, extremely unfriendly manner, in my opinion)
So what if you come from big cities? Does that make you queens? So what if you're blessed with an unblemished skin? Does that make you a princess?
Eh, hello? Excuse me? You retarded or what? Don't even understand a joke and can't even take a joke? Then might as well go back la. Jokes are staple food in my community.
Most fortunately, yes, IPOH BREED is definitely different from you, if THAT is your pedigree. At least IPOH BREED isn't those kind of bimbo who think they are the most desirable when they are actually not. Oh wait, isn't that your pedigree too?
You know why I'm not following the crowd (in this case, the crowd means YOU)? Because I ain't one without brains and I ain't one who will go against my preferences to follow some protocol just to be declared 'your friend'. I'm sorry, if this is your entrance pre-requisite to 'your gang', I have absolutely NO INTEREST whatsoever in joining your league.
Thank you very much. I do not envision a day where I'll ever be talking to you again.
