I was such a prayer.

"Yellow paper"

            Yesterday was a really big day for Hokkiens. I felt like it was a most significant huge days for Hokkiens among others festivals recorded in history. Well , I assumed it that way cause I never heard any others festival was especially for Hokkiens like this. I felt glad that I was invited by my friend to join another friend open house especially for this holy event.



              After reaching her house, we're invited to have dinner. We're late cause there's not much dishes left for us. Well , that's pretty enough for me unless I'm really hungry and really want to eat. While the rest of it was lovely. Although I'm not their gang but there's no apparent boundary between it. I was treated like one too. Thanks a lots upon to this. The house was a typical double storey. Not so big enough for 20+ plus people but it's warm and lovely filled through the whole atmosphere.


               I was just take a seat and gamble with them. Money was not a deal with it. We're all having fun despite the winning and losing in time. I didn't talk much. I was keeping silence all the time. I have not much to talk and comment about. It just out of my business. They was certainly my old friends , some of it was my primary school friends. But I just don't have much to talk about. My life was pretty poor. Just then. After all the gamble was the firecracker session. The sounds of artillery was pretty loud! This is most a celebration about. Which we have to scream in a chitchat session in order our friends could heard. And most of the time we have no idea what we're talking and screaming about. I got frighten by the sounds of artillery every time. It was a sounds that strike to my heart despite how aware and how ready I'm for it. And I was just like jump a little as my heart experienced a extreme contract. Everyone did so!

Preparing those "yellow paper"

               The clock strike to 12am. In the house owner lead , we're all kneeing down with a hold of 3 igniting sticks. While the most significant was out devoutly heart. After all we pray. We hope for the best , we pray for the ones in our life and our goals as well. For those was taking STPM course keep screaming 4 FLATS 4 FLATS! YES! That's our biggest goal of all time in this particular year. We worked for it , we stressed for it , and yet we pray for it. That's all we can do for now. Apart from it , I was praying for my parents and my beloved friends as well. I'm keeping them all in my heart. Praying all the time.

Igniting those paper. Just a shot of time. and after all was a fireball

           

Burning.

    

Glowing in the dark.

The next was burning of "yellow paper". I don't know what's the exactly name for those paper. But it's like moneys in another world.(If I'm not mistaken). So we're in a form of burining moneys. There was something written on those paper which I don't know what its meaning. Following the instruction and what's everyone doing.  Setting up those paper with fire. In a sudden all of it was in a huge fireball. Ashes and dust floated in the air and flutter to the dark sky together with our prays , wishes , and hopes. I was definitely fascinated by the moment. Watching the huge fireball glowing in the dark and doing its fine work melting those papers into ashes and sending our prays to God. That was a holy moment and I'm such a prayer.

Thanks for inviting me along. It's fun!

                Having few pieces of worshiped roasted pig was a need despite how fat and guilty it brought to me. It's not how yummy and delicious it was. It was something related to the Chinese tradition which eat those worshiped food would actually bring you luck and blessed.  After all , my friends was fetching me with another friend back to our respectively place.


                It was truly more than a gathering. Well , it's means more a holy event for me. All I remembered was I'm such a prayer. I'm and I'll be. All the time. For the love of Gods.