Gawd. I hate Halloween.
Because right where I am now, Halloween doesn't necessarily equate with candies and kiddie costumes. Our country's Halloween customs are quite fundamentalist: ghosts, scary stuff, cemetery, scary stuff, man-eating monsters, and more scary stuff. The TV's starting to fill up with ghost-interest stories (haha) and some random ouija board horror mayhem. I am not a fan of horror movies, or anything remotely scarier than a sleepy cat. So me and Daddy dearest have so far spent the 1st of November doing nothing but bum around and generally treat the day as some normal unscary day.
But no, Dad had to do something to remind me of my distaste for the holiday. A few minutes earlier he came traipsing down our doorway carrying a pair of candles he's going to light for the halloween.
Me: Para saan yan? (What's that for?)
Dad: May tradisyon na sa tuwing Araw ng Patay maglalagay ng kandila sa harap ng bahay para di dumalaw yung mga kaluluwa. (There's a tradition during the Day of the Dead where you put candles in front of your door to keep away spirits)
Me: Hindi naman natin ginagawa yan eh (But we don't do that)
Daddy's being random again.