Of insomnia and lotus paste cakes

I was beat. but couldn't get to sleep. I couldn't remember the last time this happened for a long stretch. bedtimes being elastically stretched for a couple of hours of tossing and turning on bed -- that translated into a struggle to wake up the following morning, being beady-eyed for the better part of the day and panda-eyed for the rest of the week.

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yesterday was the fifteen day of the eighth month of the Chinese lunar calendar. where a bright full moon (the biggest of the year, I heard) shone and round palm-sized moon-cakes signifying family unity and perfection were exchanged and eaten with family and friends. as a kid I used to know the day as lantern day. when I walked around the deliberately dimmed-down estate or park carrying a small battery-operated doggie lantern that sang some Chinese tune in a single tone. last night I lost count of the number of powerpuff-girls and finding-nemos lanterns with polyphonic tunes that the z-generation were prancing around with. how technology progresses.

::at boat quay where a gigantic dragon stood, and fireworks go off at night.