Walking around Hurstville, a random Indian wise-looking old guy caught our attention. He was wearing one of those things on his head like a Fakar. (is that right?) He asked us (yin and I) if we spoke cantonese. In cantonese. (Nay sic gong gon dung wah ma?) Pretty fluent too. Taken aback, I didn't know what to say but I pointed to Yin and said he spoke mandarin. He gave me a stare and smiled. He told me I was gonna have a lot of good luck.

Earlier this morning (the same morning), I was burning incense for what would have been my younger brother, asking for help.

Happy Chinese New Year everyone.