let me just say that i had a ball of a time at maf last saturday. the event itself was damn lowkey and actually rather sad but oh for the people! i won't mind going back year after year like some rabid hwachong fan if only for the people! i had no idea i missed my class so muchly. from trying to figure out the mass dances once again in vain with an equally clueless sirui and stepping on his one good toe and falling over myself from laughing hysterically the whole time. standing in the central plaza during the light up whilst the council played best i ever had, me and van losing ourselves in the moment and seriously wanting to cry. sitting at our classbench again and later walking to chinese high with pretty lanterns in a tow. meeting our idol just like good ol' rfc days. and meeting everyone else!
and when all of us linked arms and sang all the familiar hwachu favourites as one loud happy chorus (or was it just me. and van.) you really can't help but feel pride and joy and gratitude all at the same time. and wistfulness. definitely wistfulness. nothing else comes close.