Woke up on monday and glanced at the alarm clock. 9.30pm, eyes were wide open, quickly rushed to the toilet and mind was racing. How do I explain to Boss..Should I give them a call? Took me a few seconds to realise that I am no longer working in the company and hey..is break time for me ya.

Prepare slides and do some editing stuffs early this week but my mind was wandering. Kinda distracted and procastinating as usual. In the mood for holiday and slacking. In the end, I sat at the sofa watching rent drama and movies. Watched "Heart of Greed" finally after like so many months. Realised that TVB has so many upcoming potential rising stars and can't help but wondered what would be the fate of the old stars. Fell in love with Linda Chung's Character-Sheung Tsoi Sum. Her character was a strong and determined girl..her smile-almost dazzling and sweet. And ya..adore the character, Jackie, that played a wilful yet strong girl too.

Accompany parents to a four days Buddha's Prayer Event as part of the Hungry Ghost Festival. The last day being a saturday and final offerings being burnt. I approached the so-called Information Counter and met three old aunties sitting separately on chairs. S'pore version of SHE. Serious lo, although they are old (can be my grandmother) but their hair were a golden brown, had ear and nose peircing and were so hip. Just imagine some very chio Tai Mei on the streets..except this time they are slightly older. One had long hair, another with shoulder-length hair and the last with short and spiky hair. puNk~

On saturday, I sat just beside the offering for wandering children soul. Kinda creepy but had no choice. Felt some ticklish sensation at the bottom of my ankles..realised it was a poor hungry kitten. Talking about supernatural sights, the kitten smelled the fragrance of the freshly cooked rice, soup and buns at the offereing area, but it refused to go near it.

At the evening, the shifu and his fellow monks chanted prayers to invite the spirits. It started to rain ferociously and the wind was chilly-almost chilling the bones. There was a paper white crane and a lantern hanging on a willow tree outside. Dad said it was to guide the spirits to this location. When it was raining, the crane and lantern swinged like mad and the sight was rather..haunting. Towards the end of the chantings, I felt a sudden numbness and chilly sensation at my knees. Never had I experience wind that only blew my legs and not my whole body. I think I must the only one who fidgeted the most in my seat..all the uncles, aunties and some 20++ years old adults sat serenely on their chairs. Some even chanted the prayers like some rap la. Didn't know the old aunties had so much breathe to chant the whole prayer loudly.

Miraculously, the heavy downpour ended when the monks went to the field to burn all offerings. A day of supernatural and pious prayers.