Stargazing
After an unusually late night out, I finally fell into a teary exhausted sleep at 5 only to force myself up at 9 for IDD.
The day passed by in a haze - the making of polyshrink, sitting on the floor of civic plaza and chatting, forgetting of my lines for our performance [I'm sorry!], and meeting up with stars.
The photo looks weird I don’t know why.
Then evening arrived and I had to leave for the mid-autumn festival dinner with the Prof and others at the Prof’s place.
Humorous moments among many others.
Of food part 1
NiceGuy: Oh, I eat anything. Anything that can be eaten. And anything with four legs can be eaten.
Me: So sir, will you dare to eat lizards?
NiceGuy [with much conviction]: Of course! why not?
Americana [deadpan] : That’s good. Then you should come down to my place one day and eat all the lizards at my place. My garden has lots too…
NiceGuy [indignant]: Hey!
Of food part 2
Americana [struggling to cut some white wobbly thing for dessert]: Know who will be able to cut this well?
Everyone [thinking it'll be some domesticated woman among us who will be named]: Who??
Americana: Prof lah [the only one who does surgery]!
Everyone: ……
After dinner, the lot of us climbed up to the fourth level [!!] of the Prof’s house where everyone sat in the light breeze of the night, sipping beer and looking at the cold, aloof moon.
My gaze was elsewhere - at the star on the other side of the sky, the one which everyone turned their backs on - and I wondered if it was the planet that you spoke to me about, and I thought of you.
- soundbites , the fun xtomicer , the volunteer , the worker
s t a r m | s t September 18th, 2005
Think it’s more Mid-Autumn Festival, rather than Mooncake Festival.
Ha.. yes. But it doesn’t really matter, I think. And you are…?
Nope, I suppose it doesn’t matter. Just like a lot of things in life. Things which you used to think would matter very much; eventually they will all come to pass.
the star u saw…isnt it venus?
Yeah, I thought it may be venus.. But I could be wrong.
Anonymous, I know you, your style of writing.
Well, I beg to differ. What’s held deep in the heart will always remain.. Familiar? There are things that I held dear five years back which I hold dear now and which I will still hold close to me five years down the road. Just like a lot of things in life.
Do you still not understand me?
As I suspected, I thought you might see through the words. Maybe you are right, maybe I never understood you. These days, I am beginning to wonder if I understand myself even.
It’s just your style of writing? Or yeah, it may have been the words. Or that few years.
I think you understand the complexities of my mind much more than anyone else ever had, which is amazing actually. Perhaps I was too harsh in questioning you.
Why are you doubting yourself again? Everyone learns something new about themselves every day. Don’t lose yourself, - the very words I told you that afternoon.
The 2 stars were there at the carnival? How can i miss them?
Cos they were low-keyed. We caught them cos they were at the stall beside ours. =P