for the last couple of weeks, bright hill temple has been all the hustles and buzzles of the people coming to pay respect to their deceased relatives. long traffic jams built up along sinming ave. it's a yearly affair. nobody makes it any fuss. our traffic police fried has a field day keeping the traffic in order. uncles, aunties bringoing along their offsprings, taking taxies, buses, walking or driving...
and it's also raint season, as the poem goes:
清明时节雨纷纷，路上行人欲断魂。
借问酒家何处有？牧童遥指杏花村。
----（唐）杜 牧
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