My Days

The Sunday I Went To Phor Tay For Grand Dad’s Death Anniversary

08.30 am – I’d love to sleep in the morning after a night of drinking but..

09.30 am – Had breakfast. Mandarin’s Wan Than Mee.

10.00 am – Picked up granddad’s sister.

10.30 am – Arrived at Phor Tay Temple to pray for granddad’s passing (Chinese calendar).

The house of very old tortoises.

Bought joss sticks for RM1.

This is how the typical procedure for praying at Phor Tay temple works. First, you light the joss sticks

at the mini altar, situated in the middle of all the passed away people’s faces.

And then you bring your joss stick around to the mega altar.

Or if you are not familiar, you can follow an old regular, like in my case, g-dad’s sis.

At our first stop, we shake shake our joss sticks and stuck 3 into the urn.

A closer look at how the main altar actually looks like.

Then we went to shake shake the joss sticks at the big urn near the flagpoles, supposedly for Ti Kong a.k.a. Granddaddy of The Skies.

And thirdly, we ‘pai pai-ed’ Budai, the Laughing Buddha who looks a lot like Anthony.

Lastly, we stuck 1 joss stick into each of the remaining urn in the hall of passed away people.

Side effect of holding joss sticks tightly.

Seems like my granny already did the job of having someone cook offerings

in remembrance of her hubby’s death.

A random shot.

And then my camera battery died. =(

01.00 pm – Then my uncle brought us to a chicken rice coffee shop somewhere in town. Man, I would so love to show you the picture of the size of dishes he ordered. I tell you, it was HUGE.

02.45 pm – Went for guitar lesson.

03.45 pm – Went to Gurney and tried out new Daytona moves with John Lim.

06.00 pm – Lepak-ed around my room.

07.00 pm – Dinner-ed with buddies at 3N ikan bakar.

Not bad eh? RM12 per person.

08.00 pm – Filled up PCJ.

12.00 am – zzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz