Saturday, 3 September
Q: What phrase comes to mind when I think of the Seventh Month?
A: 'it stinks to high heavens'
Which is quite appropriate actually, since the burnt offerings are supposed to carry the prayers of the aunties and uncles heavenward, together with those tiny tiny bits of ash that go into your living room and dirty your white day-curtains and floor.
Today is the last day of the Seventh Month, as the taxi-driver informs me. No wonder the burnt smells are everywhere with a vengeance. Those aunties and uncles are really having one last burst of fire (pun intended).
Wednesday evening, 31 August
Was on bus 27 to airport for Teachers' Day dinner at Swensons. Then before the bus could go into the underground of T1, it stopped suddenly! I thought 'since when did T1 have a bus-stop down there??'. I looked up, and I saw this policeman entering the bus and I thought 'Ohhhh, this policeman must have waved to the bus-uncle to stop cos he too lazy to walk and wants to take a lift, and the bus-uncle is kind enough'. But then, the policeman did not sit down! He just walked slowly to the back, looking left and right. And then... he got off the bus! Then it dawned on me -- SECURITY CHECK! Of course. If they are so careful with the MRT stations now, they will be even more careful with this big aeroplane station here!
Q: What phrase comes to mind when I think of the Seventh Month?
A: 'it stinks to high heavens'
Which is quite appropriate actually, since the burnt offerings are supposed to carry the prayers of the aunties and uncles heavenward, together with those tiny tiny bits of ash that go into your living room and dirty your white day-curtains and floor.
Today is the last day of the Seventh Month, as the taxi-driver informs me. No wonder the burnt smells are everywhere with a vengeance. Those aunties and uncles are really having one last burst of fire (pun intended).
Wednesday evening, 31 August
Was on bus 27 to airport for Teachers' Day dinner at Swensons. Then before the bus could go into the underground of T1, it stopped suddenly! I thought 'since when did T1 have a bus-stop down there??'. I looked up, and I saw this policeman entering the bus and I thought 'Ohhhh, this policeman must have waved to the bus-uncle to stop cos he too lazy to walk and wants to take a lift, and the bus-uncle is kind enough'. But then, the policeman did not sit down! He just walked slowly to the back, looking left and right. And then... he got off the bus! Then it dawned on me -- SECURITY CHECK! Of course. If they are so careful with the MRT stations now, they will be even more careful with this big aeroplane station here!
