let lemons be angry

I was never much of a lantern person. Sometimes aunties would buy all the cousins paper lanterns and we'd light them up and run around quite happily, but i never had any romantic or whimsical ideas about this season. I don't think i ever owned an electronic musical lantern because my mother couldn't have tolerated them, or could she? (You never know what motherhood will lead you to tolerate.) I just happen to live opposite the Chinese Garden, so every year I'll take a walk to see what crazy lantern ideas they have this time. The Disney lanterns came round once, and it was wonderful. There were the 101 dalmatians, or so it looked, lots and lots of white dogs that were all glowing. And there was Captain Hook's ship, golden and erected on the lake, live-sized and tempting to climb aboard. There was also an enormous Ariel on the lake, but let's not go there. (Enormous. Monstrous.) Anyway, i think i would like to have a lantern/mooncake party this year, because i've never really had one before and i think it's about time i connected with my roots. So all you munjens and non-munjens, what say you? We'll eat mooncakes and halal moon-shaped cakes, and walk around Chinese Garden with our lighted lanterns aglow like Chinese princesses and princes of ye olde days.

I'm talking silly, yes. This is a part of me that had died for two years, and don't you Dare take it away from me again. Just like today was such a happy day, what with cookies and cakes and signs of love all round. And my flourescent umbrella protecting me proudly. Two days of no real food. Pilates and indian dances at 3 am by the pool. Glamour Girl taiqi. Peanutbuttercups in ice cream. Painful moss green shoes that i have tamed at long last. Wedding invitation cards and fungus earrings that make points of conversation. Don't you Dare ruin this most happy day with some sad tale of how i was wrong to think everything is good. I don't die anymore, you know. Quite the opposite.