my mom says that our family is the only one that finishes their pineapple tarts and goodies before deepavali comes.
i claim that she subconsciously collected the tarts earlier cos she wanted them too, and the actual date of deepavali was insignificant, just as long as it is in the viscinity of time.
i can't wait for dinner on tuesday. which is possibly the only thing that might lead people to believe that we are indeed Hindu, and technically do celebrate diwali. but anyway the reason why i can't wait is cos the food will be great.
i also cannot wait for hari raya because not only is it a holiday, but it means we can visit my extuition teacher, who's gift we have already bought, in anticipation of being invited. plus he often gives us pineapple tarts as well.
i love the holidays, don't you?

welcome, november. as october draws to an end, leaving september as merely a distant memory, signifying the end of a year i feel i never quite lived til' the end, a year that flew by cos i spent my time pondering the future, a year that swung by cos i was waiting for the bells to ring.
wake up, they've rung.