One thing about them that I truly admire --- the way the lion dancers swiftly prance and leap about with that bulky headpiece over them, contorting themselves with acrobatic movements enough to make my jaws drop with delight.
And yes, how on earth did they crack their heads to invent headpieces that can blink? *They come to life with their blinks*(Someone recently found out that there are people inside and not robots) The roaring music created such a festive feel too!
Adding to the ambiance was the serene sight of its shadow illuminated against the dusky sky.
The more the merrier! Such a cliche and yet it thrills us so to see not one, not two but THREE(!) of these almighty creatures.
Tradition overcomes it all, which is why one never gets bored seeing somewhat similar scenes over and over again. This (below) means that the lions are 'eating' the offerings. In other words, the poor guys inside are tearing apart every orange and pamelo for that effect.
The lion that stole the limelight was no other than this little guy! Shrills of delight --- "So cute..." drummed in our ears each time he appeared. How amazing that they actually take in child apprentices! This could be his training session, or maybe his inauguration!
One thing is for sure, they've caught Melissa's attention and liking, that she's been wondering if both of us could sign up for it.
Now to shed some light on the event. Last week, Joyce and Vanessa's classmate, Michelle, had an open house day at her house to which Melissa and I tagged along. We met up with yet a few of their other classmates and Michelle's siblings.
Here is the gang and the soon to turn sweet sixteen ladies. Thank you, Michelle, for the hospitality! The buffet was scrumptious, the tour was eye-opening, and your family was nice.
This is a twist of fate : Joyce and Vanessa got to know each other in the same Form 3 class and situation as her sister and I had gone through when we were in Form 3.
I particularly like this photo. What luck that both of us wore yellow on that day, and we blended well with the yellow room, the yellow walls (not wallpaper, phew! Sorry, inside joke) and a vintage radio.
Not wanting to disclose too much of the house, I shall show a single chandelier that sent radiant light bouncing off the walls, which I hope reflects what the house is like.
Away from the hustle and bustle, Melissa and I stood staring with dropped jaws at the magnificent houses around the area, all of which proudly shone of luxury, security, comfort and aristocracy.
Us being in such cheeky moods, she threw the flower petals she had been collecting earlier on over both of our heads. Short, a blossom rain, it was, but I could vaguely imagine that in a scene of a movie.
And just like a scene in a movie, Melissa grabbed me by the arm with a hand, while pointing at some of the houses with the other. "One day when we grow up, I'll live in that house, and you'll live in that house."
Hopeful or far-fetched dream? I smiled at the thought. "And we shall build turrets." I added, and we broke into giggles.
Perhaps. In the future. One day.
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