Mid-autumn festival to be exact.
Both the traditional and fanciful lighted ding-dong-bell electronic kind.
Candles lining the walkway.
Happy children’s screams and laughter.
Grandparents eating mooncakes at the stone tables, occasionally shouting out to the kids to be careful of fire.
Some people are enjoying themselves at the Chinese Garden right now admiring all the lanterns and floats.
Some people are sitting in front of the computer trying to type progress reports but ended up not doing so.
And I’ve not eaten a single mooncake this year!
I wouldn’t have known the mid autumn festival is tomorrow if my ex student’s mum hadn’t told me so earlier today and if I was blind enough not to see all the happy children and lanterns dotting the neighbourhood.
Mid autumn festival used to be one of my favourite occasions. The best one was the one in jc. Do you people remember how we celebrated it in school? We left school quite late and had to climb over the gate. We proudly took photo with the sign that says something like “No climbing over gate. Offenders will be prosecuted.”
Quick go dig out those old photos.
And when I was old enough to think about boys, I used to dream of carrying lanterns with my boy. Walking closely side by side, ignoring all others around. Just the lanterns and us.
Nah… I felt it was very romantic.
Haven’t done so with kh.
He was forever not in Singapore during this time of the year.
This year he is here.
But like me, he didn’t know it is tomorrow until today.
And it’s not convenient for him to ti2 deng1 long1 with his 8459340327 times sprained ankle.
Most of all, I think he doesn’t know how I feel about this cheesy dream.
Maybe it’s just too cheesy for him.