So, i supposed that would be my last public camp in a long long time. In a way, i am glad that this camp takes up that spot ... with the many familiar faces and it being one of the most memorable camps ever.

Hell of a camp.

Did many crazy things. Radical ones. Yet a part of me was relaxing because there didn't seem to be too much of a consequences. And the shaggedness felt every morning indicated i am indeed growing old. So many key characters. Each of us could probably replicate one of our participant's 'signature move'.

A camp that went on too smoothly wouldn't be memorable. I am glad for all the politics initially because they brought us tighter. It also allowed the company to improve.

There were so many laughing points across the days. For once, i didn't care about an empowering name for my group. My Busan and Zhang's Busi definitely started things off. Hmmm maybe not, Don's King of the Hill from the previous camp was constantly a source of amusement. Then there was Huat's Serdako, Fai's rocker/monkey and the girl hopelessly in love with him, Cheryl's funny-sound bui bui, Martina's boxer boy, Zhang's sibei-auntie beggar-wannabe, Max's 3-months pregnant boy, and my ever-easily-tilted boy ...

And that parent incident. It's unfortunate to find so many parents being overprotective, especially over their 'baby-love'. These kids grow up too sheltered and self-centered that everything gotta go their way. Seriously they need some waking up.

Then we had that microphone-snatching event during the giving out of certificates ... which i think it was the first time ever in history. Adam's face was epic. =p

Once again, i would like to thank the awesome coaching team ... Bong, Chan, Kristy, Lilian, Theresa, Francesca, Huat, Joanne, Zhang, Martina, Wen Cong, Fai, Pris, Don, Fiona, Max, Reshmi, Cheryl, and Kareen.

Awesome memory.