04 March 2012

Fiery head

Not fireworks, but fireworks set to music
Ever since I heard about the pyro-musical olympics, I knew I had to witness one; and witness one, I did.

At the seaside boulevard, Mall of Asia
Yesterday my sister, brother and I went to MOA to watch China and The Netherlands battle it out at the 3rd International Pyro-muscial Competition.

Eyes skyward
I was dazzled, elated, and utterly proud to be a human being. At one point in the night I thought, Not even God can make something as sublime as this.

* Photos taken by my sister
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