I'm back. These three days have been draining. VERY DRAINING. Mentorship submission and workshop late-sleeping has compounded, resulting in black circles. I won't be sleeping on the flight either, so I'll probably look like a zombie once jetlag hits me. The workshop got progressively better but I haven't written much, except for some snippets, though they may have potential. But then again, I didn't write during CAP either. It may just be how I work. I've been toying with the idea of writing exclusively in forms for some time because I'm very insensitive to things like meter. Or maybe I'm just not consciously sensitive. Whichever the case, it needs to change. My fear is that I just won't write. Maybe I should try it out in India.

But I've digressed. John Mateer was helpful to extents. But just being in such a poetry-saturated environment again might have helped. God, people write so amazingly! I want to take the breath away from people the way they did for me.

After it ended yesterday, we(CAPpers) went for the poetry readings at Books Actually. Of course, between Grange Road and Ann Siang, there was lazing at BK, switching across all 3 MRT lines, and walking. This is probably the first time I've been to a small bookshop like Books Actually. I liked it, and I probably could spend hours there, but there were too many people yesterday. The readings were a hit-and-miss affair. Yi-Sheng was there too. His reading was alright, but there was this moment where I felt so incredibly in awe of him. I think it's a sort of projection of myself. AC boy, poetry, young, talented, published, attractive. It's a mix of what I am and I what I want to be.

These few days have been much like CAP, in that I'm so in love with the CAPpers now. O.o. That sounded so gay. But it's true! I got closer to people I wasn't close to, and wow, there are so many amazing people. Whilst writing this, these last 3 days have been getting progressively more lovely in my head.

I've been thinking of bringing my laptop to India. No wireless and my Mum will probably scream over the pointlessness and the additional burden of taking care of it, but I just might.

Which brings me to the last thing: India. I'm leaving today, and I won't be back till Jan. I will miss being free and unobliged, but I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again. Especially Babulbhai, I haven't seen him in...two years? I will miss my birthday here, again, but that's an annual regret. I will also come back to school late, but let's hope that changes this year. I'll be there for a shorter time than ever but I'm going to miss it here more than ever. It might be because of all that's happened year. It might be because it's Sec 2, by far the most awesome year. But, urgh, I'm contemplating all of this too early. I'll leave such thinking for a New Year post. But yes, I'll miss you guys, and I'll say bye now, 6hrs prematurely!

Labels: books, CAP, holidays, India, poetry

I'm exhausted and probably won't be grammatical in this post. I'm dead tired and waiting for Aaron's email. Joy's being incredibly sweet and waiting with. I'm so sleepy.

Labels: CAP, night, tired