Hearing the last of it
I have to leave in less than half-an-hour for a post-concert meeting, which means typingattopspeedrightaboutnow. There we will have start the process of choosing the new exco.
One of my eyes feels weighty, as if the eyebag is pulling it gravitationally downwards. The weather is hot, humid, sticky, blue-slip-ish (i.e. it's easy to convince yourself of illness, if not others). Papercuts, toe blisters, unhealthy eating habits. Thus, the habitual feeling of being unconscious or on the way to unconsciousness. Our sleepover on Wednesday night was such inane fun on afterthought... sitting around the dining table at 12 eating supper ("Do you have anything in the fridge? I eat a lot at night," I am coolly informed), conking out on a mattress in the hallway listening to Cheek and Shulin discuss Chem tutorial questions, at 2 in the morning, while Josh Groban yodels from the TV set in the background. Then Zhixuan starts talking in his sleep about Mona. Hmm. I wake up at sporadic moments. Everyone likes to sleep with blankets/cushions over their faces (and die of suffocation), so it was a bit to difficult to identify them in the morning.
Yesterday was such a blur of costume-changes, lollipop-and-card giveaways and photo-taking, I can't remember a great deal of what happened. I was worrying about the music and audience, and of course feeling saaad... watching the J1s chase each other around hitting each other with Zhi'en's squeaky hammers; they are so lucky, this isn't their last! I just saw everybody, I miss everybody. Huixin's roses are so beautiful - yellow with a touch of orange. It was so good to see her, and Yuwei, if only for a few minutes at end, always running around behind the stage and in front of it and through the hall, searching...
At Macs' "after-party", we couldn't stop clinging to these last few moments, talking, celebrating, planning outings - it felt good to just sit there and soak up the enjoyment of knowing this group. I have to work hard, turn to other things, but I will remember...