I rated this year's Ching Meng is more successful than last year for 3 reasons.
- I manage to wake up in time for once. Even woke up before the alarm rang.
- We manage to sapu all the food. Thus there were very little to bring home. Previous years we basically tried to coax, persuade, trick or down right force the food down everyone throat. Some reason this year, we just naturally ate everything except the joss stick, the fruits and kopi O.
- I also manage to visit my great grandma (mother's side) whom was buried in 'Kek Lok Tong'. I had not visited her since she was placed there more than 10 years ago. Some filial great grand daughter I was. Anyway, I will try to come for every Ching Meng from this year onwards.
I actually wanted to take some pictures but there was massive objections from the families, therefore no camera allowed. You don't want to accidentally snap a picture of your dead grand mother eating the chicken rite?
To paint the correct picture, I only went to my grandmother's grave (paternal) and my great grand mother's grave (maternal). I don't go to my dad's side anymore because they were buried in Menglembu. Last time my dad used to wake me up at 5.00am to avoid the human jam later. He would bring me on his bike to the burial grounds. It was creepy, dark and full of moving shapes in my over active imagination. I will pray my way up and down when we passed by rows and rows of graves. Dad will be muttering and counting. He can't remember where our family buried the ancestors. He just go by feel. When he felt ok, we will squat down and placed all the offerings. When we were praying half way, he said, " I think we got the wrong grave. I think grand dad's grave is the next one...."
doink!
doink!!
doink!!!
Anyway.. after that incident I never follow dad anymore to pray the ancestors. I just stick to those who were cremated and stored in cubicles. Less complications and much cleaner.
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