Hazy MoonCake Festivals and Dumb Prefect Meetings
October 6, 2006 – 10:29 pmWhat do the two have in common? Nothing. But today is the Moon Cake Festival, which is great, because it means - delicious mooncakes!
From traditionals to agar-agar to ‘cold skins’, they are simply scrumptilicious. That is, until you get so full you feel like puking. And besides all the extra food, there are the colourful lanterns swinging in the dark of night.
There was a time when I loved to take the lanterns out for walks under the moonlight. It was every child’s joy. But there comes a time, when you grow up, and you don’t want to waste time feeding mosquitoes and smelling the burning candles. It becomes more of an obligation to your little siblings.
Once a year only though, and it isn’t too bad. Except this year, there has been a long spell of haziness. Haze may seem to be the brother of mist, but in fact, it is not. It has the outward appearance of Mist - a romantic white veil draped over the land - but it contains dangerous gases. Anyone who has lived long enough around this area is very well aquainted to Haze. And so, on this day, the Moon tries to peer past Haze, trying to shine brightly, trying not to let people down. It’s doing quite a good job, as of now.
Next - prefect meeting. I hate meetings which deal with groups I have no interest in. Yes, I’m a prefect, but the bad thing is, I don’t care about it. The prefectorial board is detoriating so fast, and I’m going to just graduate and forget about it. It’s a wrong attitude, surely.
They’re gonna make people ask questions. I have no questions. If I have, I can’t remember. And you know why some people don’t have questions? Because they don’t care. Why would you ask anything, if you were not interested in the rise and fall of your company, your club?
I’m so dead if the prefect peeps knew about this rant. But I don’t think they will. No one reads this neglected blog now. Ah, the sadness of life, sometimes.