The 4:8 Principle

Yesterday, I went on a band camp type graduation, where all of the members retreated to a place to prepare for their final group performance of music and dance. It was in a place with big animals, especially groups of dogs, and other big things like pincer crabs, which walked funny and clucked its pincers together a lot. I took lots of photos and videos so that I can compile them when I get back. (The day before I was looking for golden retriever wallpapers on google but could not find any good ones!)

The place was like a typical camp, with a hall, cabins, dining hall, camp food, main area to play in, stairs, girls rooms and boys rooms. I did not know any of the people there. And none of them knew who I was. After a lot of playing around, I came to this place where I found a variety of real life high quality masks of faces of the girls and boys in the camp. I admire them for a brief moment, and came to one which looked particularly pretty. It was very pretty. She must be very pretty too, in real life.

So I tried on the fit. I matched the forehead line with mine and covered the line with the fringe. The scalp fitted nicely between my ears, and the long hair draped over my ears. The face mask was just a piece of skin, and it came with all the features such as the outlined eyes, lips, lipstick, blush, cheek contours, and the fit was perfect. I also changed into a dress.

I walked outside and to no surprise, no one thought I was abnormal. I was a girl. I attended the final musical practice in the main hall. Some boys commented that I looked a bit tired, and some said that I looked pretty. A visit to the bathroom showed me that the facial foundations was getting a bit smudged, and that there was makeup on my hair! I quickly washed my hair, kept it wet, and let it hang down and straight. Another look in the mirror, saw a beautiful young girl, with good smiles, bright face, lovely hair and big eyes. Soon I was out again in that practice session, but this time practising the way I should move, or the way a girl of my type would move. It started from the gentle manouevres from side to side, to the elegant steps, to the eyes not looking higher than the horizon, to the dusting of my dress, to the flick and fix of my hair, and at times to the self handhold position that covered my crotch (because it looked bulgier than a normal girl’s). After that I was mixing with the girls and having much fun. It all felt soo free and fully liberating.

The end of the band camp was drawing near. Kevin Rudd performed in the last musical, where he had no idea what was going on. But his son made him say all sorts of things, uncharacteristic of him. Then some guys tried to kill me simpily because they found out that I was the main character of the dream, but they were all defeated at the touch of my hand (i.e. fell to the floor via a flip, twist or turn and groaned to themselves). It was a lovely dream. At the time I videoed the big animals, I really thought I could take them home to edit!

“…whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

The characteristics of my ideal girl has seven. She is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent, which is praiseworthy. And I shall think of her all the day long.

Thank you.

p.s. this post, after writing it, is dedicated to Amoz A, who usually shows much keenness to get into a girl's mind to understand what she is thinking.