Here's something I wrote yesterday. I was not able to post it yesterday because our internet connection was failing:
Okay, so it's the first of November. Memories of my childhood kept on playing in my head. I remember watching "Magandang Gabi Bayan" with my siblings and cousins every Saturday night before All Saints Day to scare the crap out of us. And, it really did work I tell you. It always managed to scare the hell out of me. I remember going to the cemetery to collect melted candles and forming it to match the shape of a ball, and afterwards being nagged at for bringing home trash. Also, I remember my cousins searching for beautiful girls who were also visiting their loved ones who passed away-- mind you I was not looking for girls, I was praying. Hmm.. okay I wasn't praying... Okay, okay I was also looking for beautiful girls.
A sea of people visiting their deceased loved ones. Thousands of candles lit. Fireflies dancing enveloped in darkness. The Chill of cold wind rips though my body like a knife slashing through flesh. And the scent of burning candles consumes the air.
But I'm not out there yet. No, I'm still here, at home lying in my bed. Waiting for dusk to fall so we can go visit our loved ones who passed away, without the hassle of people pushing each other to get to their loved ones mausoleum. Everything around me is calm. It's my mind that's been shifting gears now and then whispering innocent nonsense.
Anyway, as I silenced the voices in my head, I was sure that no matter how the day ends, there'll be a lot of prayers said and that the memories our deceased loved ones left us will forever be remembered.
