Halloween. An annual occasion that happens on the 31st October. Where does Halloween originate from? Well, taken from a site on Google, it mentions:

Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in). The Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago, mostly in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom and northern France, celebrated their new year on November 1.

This day marked the end of summer and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on the night before the new year, the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead became blurred. On the night of October 31 they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. (https://www.history.com/topics/halloween/history-of-halloween)

Interesting.

Personally, I never really know what to think about Halloween. Perhaps its because my mother always regarded it as something ‘silly’ for she never liked the concept of people dressing up in scary costumes. And so my siblings and I never got to celebrate it the way our neighbours did or the way our friends did. My mum never allowed us to go Trick or Treating, not that we were desperate to go or anything, so we were all pretty okay with missing out on the occasion. Besides, turning the lights off and pretending we were not in, always left us sniggering quietly as a game we’d like to play on the trick or treaters during our childhood. I guess we didn’t completely miss out on the fun on Halloween Day. At times when my mum forgot it was Halloween and there were no sweets in the cupboard, she would resort to placing tangerines in their hands so swiftly while saying (Korean accent)‘helsey lipe’ (healthy life) putting on her best fake smile in face of bloody zombie masks, witches, ghouls and skeletons. I think she was crying on the inside… hehe.

Well, I don’t like horror so much or anything surrounding these scary characters on Halloween. But I’ve always been so intrigued by people’s efforts into dressing up so scary looking and the culture of trick or treating.

One person smashed an egg on the window of the bus I was on this Halloween. My reaction was like…okay. They probably didn’t have many sweets and let their frustration out on the bus. Poor bus.

But yeah my sister took my nieces out down for Trick or Treating in Berlin, where they live. She mentioned they discovered their local area organises a proper police patrolled walk through the are with bagpipes and drums with kids shouting ‘Bonbon Regen!’ (Means ‘candy rain!’ And people throw sweets down from their windows and shops. And my gosh they got sooooo many sweeets!!!! I was shocked.

And then a little voice in the corner of my mind whispered..if only you did this when you were a child. Would have been a piece of heaven you’d have experienced…………o well. Life goes on. Haha

So. I will now leave you with a few photos of me, a ghoulish makeover I did to myself, to symbolically taste the thrill of looking a bit spooky on this continuing culture of Halloween. I’m not really looking happy because I didn’t go Trick or Treating haha…though I think I can do with a fried egg 😉