Ok, so there's a wake going on just below my flat and suddenly, my imagination's going on overdrive again. If you know me, you'll know what that spells.. -grin-

SO, wakes. Quiet, solemn affairs where people come to mourn the embalmed person(read: CORPSE) correct? Ironically, wakes have somewhat become a very trivial affair where ironically, people from all walks commune around tables to enact the coffee shop scenes and gamble with cards. Hip hip hooray for the deceased.

Once again, quiet solemn affairs? I'd think not. If you asked me, I'd say the Swatow Teochew Opera's come to town; more accurately, just outside my doorstep. This is where my imagination kicks in.

Imagine now, a lady in a SHRILL, HIGH voice going, "Aiyaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
and those tiny cymbals going "CHIANG!CHIANG!CHIANG!CHIANG!CHIANG!CHIANG!"

FYI, it's a buddhist funeral. So all we need now is the M.C.B (Monk Chant Brigade)to come down and get the ball rolling. If Will was around, things would be even more hilarious. What do I mean? Picture Green Day carrying out the chanting rites and going "Namo Ahh-mee-tuoooo-fuoo". That's a pretty disturbing thought indeed.

Kinda like Black Sabbath singing Amazing Grace in a church.