It's been a harrowing 30 hours spent in camp, amidst the horrors of Sunday guard duty--24 hours of being locked away, subjected to unlimited turnouts and going on torturous 5km walks around the undulating perimeter of the camp.

At last, it's over, after lots of intermittent sleep, tiring exercise, and all.

It's been a peaceful, mind-cleansing, mind-clearing activity, the 24 hours spent in recluse and being clad in damp, stink, sweat-soaked uniforms, the free time during which I wasn't asleep spent thinking, long and hard, about things.

About how some things have turned out, about why I've really been feeling so terrible, about all the disappointment, the bewilderment, the confusion within, at how those things have turned out.

But, I don't want to know why they've turned out this way anymore; asking will yield no frank answer anyway; sometimes, 很 可 惜 的， 事 情 会 沦 落 到 一 个 无 药 可 救 的 地 步-- 那 就 干 脆 一 点 吧-- 我 什 么 也 不 想 知 道 了. 有 时， 宁 可 保 持 着 美 丽 的 记 忆， 也 不 要 去 知 到 残 酷 的 事 实。

So that's that, I guess. Ambiguity can really be much more beautiful than knowing; I guess these are times when the truth doesn't matter any more.

And, after all that whining, I guess MAF at Hwa Chong was a blast after all :), especially the photographing; I've got the negatives back already, and I'll be having great fun scanning all 144 exposures on my silly scanner which does 6 exposures in every 5 to 10 minutes. Haha.

I can already feel the adrenaline and anticipation of seeing my shots come to life pumping through my veins; ah, the things that make life worth living.

And hello to you, Alanna! Didn't know you were into photography. Either photography is something that people pick up as they come of age, or this is an age where photography is bursting; but, I'm of the opinion that it's the former.

Anyhow, off I go to see my shots come off the scanner :).