went to
osang's dad's wake today. originally, the girls and i were supposed to meet at school but i cancelled after letting them wait for quite a while. i still had to run some things and my mom asked me to meet her at the mall. finally, i did go.
while aboard the jeep at España, i was lucky to see some friends who apparently were also going to the wake so i went down the jeep to go with them. besides, i didn't really want to ride the jeep. i felt metro manila pollution clogging my skin pores. it's so stressful. and yeh, i'd rather go with company, of course. :)
turned out, i didn't know the place and i could get lost if i did go there alone. anyway, we walked from quezon ave to the funeral place thinking it wasn't too far but hell it was! you know how lazy i am. i'm not used to walking distances and i'm not even used to walking. i'm that lazy, i know!
after finally reaching funeraria paz, my hair was in wild disarray, my bladder had to go and i was totally thirsty i even felt my throat go dry. a glass of hydrogen dioxide and a trip to the girl's room after, i felt better.
i don't really know the protocol (if there's such a thing) when going to wakes. i grew up thinking it's a place where people play cards while munching on your standard biskwit at kape. i don't know how i did but i finally mustered the courage to look at the dead man's face. usually, i won't do that, i'm too scared. like i would imagine the dead suddenly open their eyes or that they would squint or that moisture would form on the coffin glass. creepy.
anyway, there's a certain peacefulness when you look at them lying there. it's radiating almost infectious. when you die (depending on how you lived your life), body and soul separate and become two distinct peaceful entities. in time the body wears away but the soul lives on forever.
'nuf said... off to play Need For Speed yahoooo!
osang's dad's wake today. originally, the girls and i were supposed to meet at school but i cancelled after letting them wait for quite a while. i still had to run some things and my mom asked me to meet her at the mall. finally, i did go.
while aboard the jeep at España, i was lucky to see some friends who apparently were also going to the wake so i went down the jeep to go with them. besides, i didn't really want to ride the jeep. i felt metro manila pollution clogging my skin pores. it's so stressful. and yeh, i'd rather go with company, of course. :)
turned out, i didn't know the place and i could get lost if i did go there alone. anyway, we walked from quezon ave to the funeral place thinking it wasn't too far but hell it was! you know how lazy i am. i'm not used to walking distances and i'm not even used to walking. i'm that lazy, i know!
after finally reaching funeraria paz, my hair was in wild disarray, my bladder had to go and i was totally thirsty i even felt my throat go dry. a glass of hydrogen dioxide and a trip to the girl's room after, i felt better.
i don't really know the protocol (if there's such a thing) when going to wakes. i grew up thinking it's a place where people play cards while munching on your standard biskwit at kape. i don't know how i did but i finally mustered the courage to look at the dead man's face. usually, i won't do that, i'm too scared. like i would imagine the dead suddenly open their eyes or that they would squint or that moisture would form on the coffin glass. creepy.
anyway, there's a certain peacefulness when you look at them lying there. it's radiating almost infectious. when you die (depending on how you lived your life), body and soul separate and become two distinct peaceful entities. in time the body wears away but the soul lives on forever.
'nuf said... off to play Need For Speed yahoooo!
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