Post-CAP Depression

Got back from CAP three hours ago!

Already missing it immensely!

I'm actually gonna keep my promise! (Just you wait.)

And as you can guess, I am uncharacteristically high right now!

The people: OG5! Art Workshop + Arron Teo! Block B Storey 2 residents! Audrey Tautou/Angelique! Cyril Wong! Aaron Maniam! (Bradley Yam gets a noteworthy mention.)

The rabid stuff we did: Acting as countries! Playing with rubbery food! Complaining about ridiculously sweet coffee! Gulping down said coffee! Obsessing over twiggies (and I only ate two- unacceptable!). Pointing out already blatant innuendos in Sarah's aCAPella entries! Embarking on an art assignment encouraging narcissism! Worshiping Rasputin! Bimbo cheer! Gossiping about Bradley! Swapping school badges! Swapping school uniforms! Most of all, camwhoring (watch as my Facebook photos triple).

Writer's to-do list:
Re-write...
Annihilate 40-60% of adjectives/adverbs.
Incinerate clichés.
Finish reading six anthologies (four of which are brand new) and a mini-publication.
And write new pieces.

And that's just the contents page! I am actually going to attempt reCAPping everything.

Well, attempt.

On a side note, now my exclamation mark button needs some rest. Don't expect it to be used as often again.

And now if you would excuse me, I'm gonna delude myself into thinking that I'm still attending


CAP.