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On Monday, I went for a haircut. I'd only intended to trim, and nothing else, but I ended up leaving quite a few cm of my hair on the floor, and my virgin black hair behind. If you look very, very carefully, you'll be able to see red highlights: Some structures were a little perplexing. For example, the penguins. Apparently they have nothing to do with mid-autumn festival?? But you gotta admit they look cute. And the many sea creatures I saw, like clams, seahorses... They're pretty, but I've no idea how they fit into Chinese lore or anything like that. Then again, I'm not very knowledgeable about Chinese customs, traditions, stories, and stuff like that. I rarely hear about them in my family. =\ I think I've done my exercise for the day by climbing the stairs up that darn 6 or 7 storey pagoda. It probably wasn't very "traditional" of me to think "why can't they have an elevator?!" while I was huffing and puffing - not to mention perspiring - up the steps (imagine a traditional and dignified pagoda... with a lift. urgh), but I couldn't help it. No matter the means of getting to the top, being at the top felt great. There's something about standing high above everyone and everything else that's rather liberating. Maybe the air seems fresher, or the view prettier, or the mood more conducive for thinking. Adding to my repertoire of places gone. Thank you for that, and the gift of photos.
On Tuesday, I went to Chinese Garden for the first time ever to view the Mid-Autumn Festival decorations. I'd always thought I'd see a bunch of lanterns hanging on the trees surrounding the pagoda and the lake, and that'll be about it. Scenic and pleasant, but nothing more. So it was quite a surprise to go to the entrance (hell, I think I wasn't even expecting a proper entrance!) and catch a glimpse of huge colourful structures, and an even greater surprise that there's an entrance fee! I'd thought it was a park that anyone could wander into, not an attraction that required quite a hefty fee of 12 buckeroos.
