November 5

Today we observed the 1st anniversary of Papa Mike's death. It was an emotional day for me as I recalled the moment when I heard the news one year ago. Scenes from the wake and the funeral flashed back in my mind. The skies seemed to empathize with me as rain pured down heavily.

The commemoration started with a mass at Papa's grave site in San Vicente Memorial Park, celebrated by Fr. Dirk. Merienda cena/dinner followed at the Flores residence. In attendance were Papa's close friends and our relatives from both sides of the family. Of course, my own friends also came in full force. I couldn't have gone through the painful emotions without them.

Trick or Treat!

Last night, I was out with my girlfriends, celebrating halloween. We gathered at Kusina Avenue where we sang our hearts out and loaded on booze. I was on "performance level" and sang most of my favorites by Madonna. "Borderline" will never be the same again after my "show". By midnight, I was already heavily influenced and committed the mortal sin of drunk texting a friend. I do not remember any of the messages I sent and I was dismayed to see my outbox empty this morning. To make the long story short, the friend went cold turkey on me today. No sign of life whatsoever. For how long? I wonder...