Superstitions -- Part 1:
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
In many societies there are bounds to be at least one superstition, passed down to the new generation by words of mouth. Here are some kadazan’s (yep, my race) superstitions I’ve grown up with;
1) Never put any RED roses inside a coffin.
The flower is said to work as a port-key to enable the soul of the deceased to keep returning to visit.
This superstition was told by my partenal grandfather. I used to be skeptical of this, but after some ‘roses-incident’ I started to think that there may be some truth behind it after all.
Roses-incident : A grand-aunty passed away and the family—despite reminder of ‘the superstition’—surrounded the body with RED roses. The late grand-aunty was a frequent visitor to my grandparent’s and my house (just next door). Several evenings, especially the first 40 days, usually around 6.00pm we’d smell waft of strong rosy perfume! Thing is, we do NOT have any roses in our garden.
One time I was primping myself in front of my vanity mirror when suddenly a gush of sharp roses scent enveloped the air around me! I felt myself jump in shock and eeriness… Needless to say, I rushed out in search of company ;)
2) Avoid in any way causing injury to a CAT.
Those who know me will probably say this superstition is based on my prejudiced love for cats. But there really is such a believe that if you hurt or kill a cat—whether deliberately or otherwise—you’ll have bad luck and would face justice in the God of Cats court. In the event that an accident happen unintentionally, you must make amends by either burying the cat, taking it to a vet or some other relevant action depending on the severity of your offense ;))
My grandpa said too that the God of Cats will reward good owners who take good care of their puddy-cat pet. Perhaps he was comforting me then because my beloved ‘Snowy-mowy’ had just passed on… The God of Cats will ask Snowy “How have your owner treat you?” and Snowy will reply, “Just look at me…” and the God will know I’ve taken excellent care of him based on his hefty size, grandpa said :)
3) Hooting Owl augur bad omen
A hooting owl (tend to sound like *du-ok dwok*) is said to be a warning that something bad is in the horizon. It can also mean that an unknown enemy has employed dark magic to spy on the family or wish bad things to befall.
Counter-act: My mum would burn smelly cinnamon-like sticks to ward off dark omens, or sprinkle blessed salt around the house.
4) *Buut-buut* Bird herald an imminent death in the house… (T_T)
My aunt (aka Fairlady) drummed this one on me. She said upon hearing this bird *buut-buut* outside one’s house, you can be sure someone in the area is about to kick the bucket. If the sound comes from outside your house…. Hmmmm…
The bird is small and whitish in colour, though I’ve never seen it myself. Everyone I asked calls this bird as the Buut-buut Bird (because of the sound it makes); I’d like to know its real name.
This is it for this time around... look out for part 2!
Labels: superstitions
posted @ 9.10.07,
2 Comments:
-
At February 22, 2010 at 1:00 PM,
said...
-
Genial fill someone in on and this fill someone in on helped me alot in my college assignement. Thank you as your information.
-
At December 4, 2010 at 7:18 PM,
wife sex with dog stories said...
-
She justwalked out with Sportacus. Pert littlebreasts, a tiny waist and gently flared out J lo butthad him feel like taking her from the back and frontand then come in her mouth.
xnxx stories my cock is big
black gay sex stories
free lolita sex stories
erotica young sex stories
mother son lingerie masturbation stories usa
She justwalked out with Sportacus. Pert littlebreasts, a tiny waist and gently flared out J lo butthad him feel like taking her from the back and frontand then come in her mouth.
