There was so much of intensitiy in camp.

Intense irritation, intense tension,

instense panic, intense everything.

Segregations, visible and invisible

still are in place but nothing really can be done.

Trust lingers in the air but co-exists with

the same old doubt.

I don't know why people do this

but I suppose the root cause is me.

Anyway,

I feel as if I have achieved together with

the curry stains on my burka and

brooch attacked tudongs. :)

As I made my way back in 812,

a wave of nostalgia hit me

as the 3 days had just flown past.

No more meeting at 6 at Yishun Interchange.

No more adjusting my tudong a 100 times.

No more hectic sahan sappaadu.

At least for the next few months.

But I had the fortune to experience

the cresendo when we took

pictures on the last day, last minute.

before everyone had to rush back.

Obliged by some, I can't upload any

pictures on the internet (Don't ask).

So yeah, even if we pale in comparison to

the opposite gender, at least

we dress better and tried.

Adiyos!

Monday was not quite fulfilled without you. :)