Sunday, April 10, 2005 .

Fireworks



i have a confession.
i love fireworks.
they're beautiful.
it's a pity the only time we get them here is NDP or at best NYE.
when i was in Indialand, we got hold of some fireworks and set them off during the end off frame dinner.
it was so pretty man.
really.


during my wedding, or birthday party or something.
dinner party with cocktail on the lawn. think fort canning.
big white tents, balloons, jazz band, small dance floor and the smell of lavender in the air.
(i dont know how you get the smell of lavender in the air, but that's besides the point.)
then we have the fireworks in the closing hour.
just when i cut my cake or carry my bride off.
that's what my heart would look like - going up in fireworks.
picturesque, is the word.


the beauty of properly timed fireworks.
it's incredible.








just a side note, American Idiot didnt win the Grammy for Best Rock Album for nothing.

screaming infidelity at 6:25 PM
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