Undas 2004
I have respect for the dead. Most of them had lived in hard, yet fruitful lives. Their spirits, though, continue to live in the memories of their beloved.
Which brings us to Undas, my most un-favorite day to be a driver. You see... my relatives at my mother's side visit the cemetery every year during Undas. Personally, I don't want to because I get to drive.
Now don't get me wrong - I love to drive, but not in traffic. Give me an open freeway, and my smile will reach my ears (of course, I'll need a decent car for that). Give me a cemetery, packed with so many people and so little driving area, not to mention the almost non-existent parking spaces, and all I'll do is rant all day.
Lucky for me, entering Holy Cross (where my lolo - mom side - is buried) only took me ten minutes. Exiting it, thanks to retards doing the routing scheme - STUPID, STUPID retards - it took me forty-five (45) minutes to get out of the cemetery. Think of having to crawl seven blocks when the exit is just a block away, again thanks to the retards.
If you notice, I didn't mention that I didn't want to visit my departed relatives. I do, actually - a bit. There's something refreshing about it, too. In fact, I happened to remember my lolo by just sitting near his grave. I can picture how he looked like while I'm typing this down.
What I don't like about it is the congestion. Traffic, people, annoying salesmen - they just ruin the goody, happy feeling during the visit.
So here's a pretty good advice: stay home and pray for them there. If you want to be close to them physically, visit them at least a week before or a week after Undas. Trust me, it'll feel a lot easier doing so, plus you still get to be with your loved ones.
But if you're a people-party person who loves to be around everybody and anybody, go ahead. Me? I prefer open fields.
I have respect for the dead. Most of them had lived in hard, yet fruitful lives. Their spirits, though, continue to live in the memories of their beloved.
Which brings us to Undas, my most un-favorite day to be a driver. You see... my relatives at my mother's side visit the cemetery every year during Undas. Personally, I don't want to because I get to drive.
Now don't get me wrong - I love to drive, but not in traffic. Give me an open freeway, and my smile will reach my ears (of course, I'll need a decent car for that). Give me a cemetery, packed with so many people and so little driving area, not to mention the almost non-existent parking spaces, and all I'll do is rant all day.
Lucky for me, entering Holy Cross (where my lolo - mom side - is buried) only took me ten minutes. Exiting it, thanks to retards doing the routing scheme - STUPID, STUPID retards - it took me forty-five (45) minutes to get out of the cemetery. Think of having to crawl seven blocks when the exit is just a block away, again thanks to the retards.
If you notice, I didn't mention that I didn't want to visit my departed relatives. I do, actually - a bit. There's something refreshing about it, too. In fact, I happened to remember my lolo by just sitting near his grave. I can picture how he looked like while I'm typing this down.
What I don't like about it is the congestion. Traffic, people, annoying salesmen - they just ruin the goody, happy feeling during the visit.
So here's a pretty good advice: stay home and pray for them there. If you want to be close to them physically, visit them at least a week before or a week after Undas. Trust me, it'll feel a lot easier doing so, plus you still get to be with your loved ones.
But if you're a people-party person who loves to be around everybody and anybody, go ahead. Me? I prefer open fields.
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