Season 2 – Prelude

“Potatoes !” Countess Yvonne muttered. Someone's gonna get a real lashing from me, she thought. Checking her mail, she noticed a new entry.
“Hahaha.....” she laughed, “Kekeke...” she grinned evilly as she replied it ....

“Yawn...” Miss Purple is feeling bored and sleepy as usual on a monday morning, and the potong ice cream she had doesnt help much either to boost her bluesy mood. “Teet”, her handphone vibrated with a new message. Taking it discreetly, she walked to the rows of document to peep at it.
“What? Haha...” She almost broke out in laughter. Looking around to see no one's around, she keyed in her reply.....

“Hmm....nice coffee...” Lilliane sipped at her coffee, while chatting with her handsome italian colleague, Marco, during her coffee break. Just then, a message popped up on her screen. Muttering a silent italian curse, she clicked on it, annoyed at the interruption to her break.
“Oh ? Hehehe...” She smiled and punched her response.....

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Miles away, calm and soothing chanting spread out from a monastery nestled deep in the mountain high forests. Surrounded by unscalable hills on 3 sides, the only way up is through a chinese cemetery. This is to deter lay people from frequenting the monastery and disturb the monk's trainings.

A thin figure in tattered clothings made its way slowly up the winding tracks, stopping now and then to take a breather. Reaching the top, he arrived in time to listen to a wise monk elaborate on the story of Rathapala (http://underthebamboogrove.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-rathapala.html and also http://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/mn/mn.082.than.html ) to a group of kids listening attentively. Upon seeing the master, he knelt down and prostrated himself on the polished timber floor, bowing and paying respects to the Teacher, Teachings and Order. The wizened monk just nodded, and continue his story as the figure walked out to the park.

Sitting under the bodhi tree, he meditated and calmed his mind. After some time, he opened his eyes, and mumbled “Its time.”, and tracked back down.

To be continued....