Deepavali began with a splash for me. Yes, literally. A month after getting my license and driving around everywhere like a free bird, my dad finally made me work to get the right to use the car. After a week or so of hints that I should contribute to the fuel tank and to the washing of the car, I got the hint... not after getting another hint that I might not be able to use the car if I carry on those selfish ways. So, sinned by waking up at 7am on a public holiday and headed to the car with a pail, car detergent and some cloth. One wet, backbreaking hour and the half later I was proudly (and painfully) looking at a gleaming (well, in my honest opinion!) car. It was fun being touchy later about people leaving fingerprints on the car doors as they closed them. Hehe, I'm such a bitch.

A day of visiting the grandparents and relatives soon followed. My mum's and dad's siblings are Hindus, so they do celebrate Deepavali unlike me. Visited my uncle who was hospitalised. Though it was nice to see him in smiles despite all his health problems, he had to rather taint the day by giving me stern advice on me (or rather the lack of) speaking my mother tongue. I've always felt that it was good to stay away from speaking Tamil as I really cannot pronounce the words at all and there he was... ah well, I really don't think I'll speak Tamil unless the situation is in dire need of it. Everyone who hears me speak the language usually can't stop laughing, and they also barely get the message that I'm trying to put across. Hmmmph!

Back to the office tomorrow. Oh well, the long weekend is over.