The Creative Arts Programme that occupied me for a better part of the week drew to a close a few hours ago.
I cannot help but feel a sense of loss. I haven’t yet figured of what but it has probably got to do with parting with the downright amazing friends I’ve made while in the camp.
It’s strange how living in a dorm room for five days at the opposite end of Singapore has instead led me a step nearer to Home, if such an metaphysical ideal did exist.
I am now suffering from an itchy rash, likely from the dust that has long evolved into bunnies which plague Eusoff Hall. And I am still apologetic to my two very precious friends for my screw-up during our performance item.
But I have, really, no regrets. I wish I can superimpose my statistical youth onto next year so that I am eligible for the camp again… life goes on regardless.
