Today is a gloomy day. Don't blame me if this post sounds sombre.

First of all, I'm not even a morning person. Having to wake up at 5.30 a.m. is not funny. Today is the Ancestral Cemetery Festival cum gathering Day aka Ching Ming. Day usually starts with packing and chaos in the mornings rushing to get to the market to buy Roast Pork and Red Kuihs then get in queue for the traffic jam going up to Jalan Bellamy.

With my Dad's driving skills (jerking and abrupt braking!) , I had wished i packed along a Doggie bag. I remember there was a year we sat in the old car and the water temperature kept going up and we were stuck for 2 hours with no air con in the afternoon heat... :( Well I guess this year ain't that bad ...

I cant say this is a type of Festival I look forward nor dread; just that after my grandmother passed away 6 years ago, only did it feel something for me. When we were all younger, we'd just tag along and just do whatever we're told to do. But it's for a beloved family member who meant so much to me that, going to visit once a year and cleaning the tomb is like the least you could do to make up for the things you probably didn't do enough for this person. The heat doesnt matter, the distance nor the whole trouble.

Now I'm just back at home, feeling a bit under the weather and a little blue. Also the fact that I've been told a bad news at work; so God help me, now I can only pray for patience, strength and for Justice.