Extra Chapter: Things called fireworks

Fireworks. Sparklies that brighten up the cold and blue night for a brief period of time. When seen, other people look at it with such amazement. Others stared in wonder, thinking "how they made this kind of thing?" It give us fun, and we appreciate it. But, as for me, I don't see the fireworks the same way I did when I was a child.

Every time, as long as there is an announcement that they will be having a fireworks display at a said time, my mother or some of my other companions insist that we must watch it. I, as a child long time ago, feel so happy and we got to watch it, until it finished and we get exhausted and go home. The biggest fireworks display that I have ever seen is in Hong Kong Disneyland. It lasted for about... 30 minutes if I remember it correctly. That day was really special for me. Because I only have not seen that spectacular fireworks, but also it is my first time to go outside of the country.

I still like fireworks, though. But... it is only until after I graduated High School.

Still remember the girl I have mentioned in my "Inside the hood" post? She is the reason why I have disliked fireworks. Don't get me wrong. I watch fireworks, but the thing is... I can't appreciate them anymore, since that event.

Here's how it goes. We had our date together (because I accompanied her to a certain university. She just attended the culminating activities of some program she had joined. After that, you probably have an idea what happened next. And sorry, it had nothing to do with the birds and the bees.) But, the problem is... We don't know what are we going to do in our date. And I remembered something about a competition of fireworks in a mall near that certain university. So, I insisted that we watch it.

Another problem is that she must be home at around 5-6PM, but she broke it. She wanted to watch it with me. And because of it, she had gone home so late. Little did I know that she had been scolded when she got home, a reason for her to stop our relationship (But... she actually included something I find that a lie. I may perhaps post about that too.) Upon knowing that, I became so paranoid, a guy who doesn't want the worst case scenario to happen. I cursed myself of insisting her to watch the fireworks.  No. Please don't... I thought you wanted for our relationship to work out? That's my thought at that time. I'm on the verge of being a depressed guy because of it. Later that night, we had our "final" say of I love you and I started to move on.

After it, those things happened. The after events which I have told in "Inside the hood." (If you haven't read it, I might as well suggest to read it. You may see the connections.)

Until then, I just watch the fireworks, watch the people who really appreciate and likes them. But I myself, I have lost my appreciation. I hated fireworks.

We thought we had our happiness so much we could die. But in truth, happiness last for a brief period of time. Just like fireworks.