let lemons be angry

Back from camp and I realize that my days as a "jie jie" are numbered. I can only keep doing these kids' camps as a full-time counselor now, when I'm not tied to my own baby or too old to be called a jie jie.

My parents had enough foresight to help me request more leave so I can take a few days' rest in Malaysia. I hope to lounge in white sheets for hours, paint my nails, watch DVDs, swim, and put masks on. Also I will download all the stuff that's been sifting in my brain.

It's not so hard to recover physically from camp. But emotionally it's difficult because I am bursting with stories to tell but not everyone wants to hear them. There is much life and much buzz in the world beyond my kids' camps. So I shall just keep writing the stories on a-part, which has gathered a surprising audience here (facebook page). There are people from France who are reading, people I would never have known in my lifetime. I set up the page for my friends who have been supporting me in the camps. But now it has drawn people who, I suppose, are interested to know more about this hidden quadrant of the earth, who are possibly keen on investing their time to help the children too. God bless all of you.