Just as we were leaving the resturant, I was told by my pals that it's fireworks festival today..

We rush outside.. stood by the river and glaze into the sky.. like a roar of thunder... and shoots from the canon.. they were showered into the dark night sky...

Beautiful.. they're a spendour to watch... and can you believe it i can't even recall when was the last time i watch fireworks.. it must have been some time during the new year or chingay festival.. and i wonder why i can't recall it...

They're so short lived, gone within a moment.. lost in the night... I guess i never really notice or took effort to go watch fireworks... but standing there that night... desperately trying to capture the moment on my HP... it seems rather silly...

I wonder if love was like that?.. sweet and short lived... when we desperately try to make something out of it and in the end it's all forgotten.. it's all history and the sparks... it'll always die off... is it all part of harsh reality that we are force to learn over time? and in the end... then qn we ask ourselves is whether it's worth the effort... like how pple rush to get a good spot.. or running into the long jam along Benjamin Sheares Bridge.. and for lucky some.. just happen to be there when it happens...

I have no idea... it's just a thot... but yep.. I had a wonderful time that night... and understood wat it meant to watch a "breathtaking scene" when we just all stood frozen in time.. not talking.. not breathing.. I'll try to remember to catch them next year...