Can you imagine this horde of lights? It was like being inside a psychedelic dream.
It's all made of Chinese ceramics, from its head down to its loopy tail.
Japanese lanterns. My favorite of all time. They're like tomatoes, dancing in the sky.
What more can you ask for? Here comes my pale moon!
We were invited to attend a poetry reading cum book launching cum meeting and sharing with a writers' club somewhere in Parañque. B, being the president of LIRA, was there for a poetry performance and we (me and two more of my friends) were there to promote our very "pop-ish trying hard to be socialy relevant-ish book". I get this high-octane dreams when I am in front of a public. I can't do performance poetry...never as good and as confident as Ms. B. I stutter more than I should. Although I could pretend and pull it sometimes. But then again, the thought of stuttering is always in the mind.
So anyway, we decided to pass by the World Light Expo 2007. And walah, my high-octane dream continued. You have to undertstand that firefly alone fascinates me...what's more a horde of lights.
The 5-day holiday was great. I finished Gaiman's Anansi Boys. I feast on a handful of movies for days which I've been meaning to watch. I was able to hang-out with friends for a whole day talking about the most "unsensical" stuff in the world including wearing a red garment and a psycho killer that kills whenever he sees red. Most of all...I was able to think and write. How was that for a not so perky holiday?