On Ching Ming we are suppose to worship and honor our departed loved ones. We are suppose to clean the headstone, change wilted flowers with fresh ones and say our prayers before sticking in the incense. Food is laid out on the covering in front of the headstone. At the end of the ritual we are suppose to burn paper money and other paper-made necessities. See, we believe in after-life. I saw in the newspaper the other day that there are even paper bras available for sale.

Paper bra… taken from the Star

(Now that they have come out with paper lingerie, i think it’s about time we have paper condom. It must be darn crowded down there if you know what i mean. Safe sex anywhere right?)

Back to my point. Ching Ming is a family affair. The whole point of Ching Ming is to show respect for the deceased and to remember their good deeds. But for me the festival had become an excuse for a gossip gathering. It drives me crazy. I really can’t stand it! That and the fact that i have no respect at all for that certain deceased one.

Thanks god it’s not raining so there’s less chance getting strike.