How did the frog get into the house?

Seriously, I have no idea. This was what happened a few nights ago.

Mum: Girl, open the door. I need to take the frog out.
Me: ??? Frog? How did it get in in the first place?
Mum: <gives some theory about how it may have followed my grandpa in>
Me: <thinks mum made up that theory... it's crap>

Then mum came out from the back with a little brown frog in the dustpan... and we left it on the pavement just outside the gate... where it sat around for a while... before it hopped away into the night.

It's small enough to sit on your palm

Pseudo-spooked

As I was getting into my car to drive it into the house compound, it suddenly hit me that there were shadows in the night and candle lights floating in the air. What the...?????

Puzzled and startled for a second there but not freaked out to kingdom-come... I quickly figured it out. It was actually some neighbour with their family members (and a Taoist monk) coming down from up the road through the thick cloud of haze *yes! we are getting a second major dose of it this year*... and basically, they were just doing something to celebrate the Mid-autumn Festival

...and the floating lights? Those were just lanterns.

Mad About Mooncakes

Huwahahahaha!!! Stocked for the season I am.

Regardless of the moody bouts of rain, dad and I have managed to get to our usual joint to get a whole assortment of mooncakes... enough to last us for the next 2 weeks (I think...)

One thing about buying from a local joint - they don't put english labels on the individual packaging of these mooncakes... and basically... everyone in my house is not what we would call chinese literate...

Yet of course, having attempted to have learnt some chinese during my high school days, I could make out what each of these delicacies contain. Not mum or dad though... (I get the honour of labelling the cakes to tell them what they would be stomaching)

Anyway, I had a mighty good laugh when mum said that she always thought that whatever patterns and characters on the cakes were purely decorative. At least dad knew about the characters - he just couldn't tell what they mean.