I'm baack!
Seriously, no one sms-ed me...as if you didn't miss me. *huffs*
I phail as a friend.
Okay anyway this post is gonna be super short as I am exhausted after camp. Sitting through 3-hour lectures and writing workshops and performance workshops day after day after day is no joke. YES, THE WHOLE DAY.
Well, except for the three meals, 6 hours of sleep (less than that on the first few days) and the occasional tea break. It's like we eat, breathe and live writing.
And I am in zombie mode right now. ZOOMBIIEEE. I LOVE HOME.
On a sidenote, this year's theme is 'Journeying Home'. By some miracle I had managed to get into CAP and all I got from those dizzying, more-boring-than-mr-lo's-grammatical-error-laden-speech, monotonou lectures, less than 6 hours of sleep and stress and feeling like crawling into a hole and dying when people seem to have no prob overcoming writer's block; was a certificate of participation and a lousy t-shirt.
Seriously, it's those kind of cheap t-shirts, with stickers ironed on at the back. I personally thought that this year's design was fugly. They reminded me of a rainbow of cockroaches.
And certificate of participation only?! It made me feel so inadequate! At least give me some recognition, like, certificate of achievement that I have managed to get my fat ass into this incredibly tough course and survived these days with fruit and twiggies. Oh and water.
Stingy.
