I came for the fireworks prepared. Or so I thought.
Tsim Sha Tsui was a good choice to see the fireworks except I was in the wrong place. With a height of 163cms, my sight could not go beyond those roofs over the bus stations. And while a tripod came in handy, it was useless because it was, like me, a hobbit.
I knew this at the very instant lights started flashing in the sky and the ground rumbled. As I looked up, I felt a pang of bitterness for how I was born with short legs.
But the diminutiveness I did not allow to defeat me.
I focused my attention instead, and my lens, on the kids in the crowd.
I looked at them and wondered just how amused, delightful and almost wholesomely ecstatic they were while watching with big bright eyes those chuzzles of light popping, puffing, fading and flashing back again every second.
Their captivating utter of “waaaaah!” would not fail in convincing anyone that they were sincerely, genuinely amazed by the sight.
At an age of a ripening economic crisis, memories of this year’s Chinese New Year fireworks will forever be cherished by them children.
Such things remain precious and will not simply be forgotten.
28/01/2009 at 08:37 Permalink
waahhhh. i heard a barge caught fire during the display. buti na lang pala hindi ako sumama sa’yo. walang kwenta ang napili mong pwesto. hehe
29/01/2009 at 08:19 Permalink
waaaaaahhhhh. halos nararamdaman ko na ang lamig habang naglalakad sa canton road. hugs kiks. =)
30/01/2009 at 23:19 Permalink
Happy Chinese New Year!
30/01/2009 at 23:21 Permalink
Weee. Dumaan ako dito.
04/02/2009 at 21:41 Permalink
Hi,
I have already seen it somethere
Thanks
Joker