Life In Technicolor II/Now My Feet Don't Touch The Ground

One can only wish for every weekend to be as good as this one has been. Following friday night's dinner, Saturday's sunlit hours were spent in wondering around the North East of the island, marveling at how different it is from the rest of the metropolis that characterizes everywhere I frequent. A few years ago I remember having to spend a few days up in the North of the island, and I thought to myself that it felt like a totally different city altogether; I guess I can add this part of the country to make it 2 regions I know almost nothing about. I had a primary motive for this jaunt though, which was to get the necessary items for a birthday gift, which were a recordable DVD and gift wrap. These in hand, I trotted back home to burn this year's AMI studio recordings as Gerald's 19th birthday present. His significant other was throwing him a little surprise party at Red Dot Brewery, Dempsey Hill, and while I was a little afraid I'd be late, I met Joash, Patrick and the Cake on the bus there, which was a relief. The other surprisers (from our class; some others were there too) in attendance were Cheryl, Patrick Ong (math classmate I suppose), Gen, Mong and Elliot. Apart from the entirely successful nature of the surprise, it was brilliant meeting up again, keeping up the weekly get-togethers and resolving to continue our efforts.

Same applies for gatherings with the .11 folk, though not so frequently unfortunately. The 6 of us who sat in the front row of class + clarence met at plaza sing, some for lunch first, for Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian, which was a rather lackadaisical comedy but with moments that were good enough to distract and incite sufficient emotion to make it a film that wasn't a waste. Following, we played a few racks of pool before ending the day as evening drew near.

And that shall be the focal point of today's post. It's safe to say that there has not been a Sunday so far since this whole NS thingum started when I did not feel so different at the start and end of the day. Each Sunday morning when I awake to head to church, it's usually early, and I'm unbelievably glad at the time that stretches before me (Saturdays are slightly different 'cos I wake up real late). Usually I meet some friends after that, and we get to hang out till just before the dinner departure, either because of night book-ins or for whatever other work related reasons. And at the moment when we leave or people start leaving, this heavy heavy sinking feeling starts to make itself tangible. I'd like to think that I'm pretty emotionally mature; you will rarely see me react inappropriately (see: uncalled for) to anything at all. But I'm ridiculously sensitive to anything "impending", small or large. So even the thought of heading to work that strikes me every Sunday's end is quite the burden. That's the reason why I never leave until our gathering actually ends; spending time in the company of those you want to is perhaps the one thing that keeps me in temper now. I do miss the 3-times-a-week spontaneous dinners and stuff earlier this year, and will even more when my oeti camp mates whom I meet for lunch and the occasional post-work outing leave. I don't think it's a sensation that will ever go away, and Sunday's end will always for me be a time when memories feel strongest and all at once distract me from the coming week's work and remind me of the next weekend's (or occasional weekday evening's) gatherings that I will, with every fibre of my being, look forward to.