Two days ago at around 8 pm, I was on my way home from SM. I felt so damn tired that I just slumped on my seat and blankly stared on the road. During that long drive, I couldn't help but notice as I passed through three consecutive funerals along the road. I asked myself, 'Hinungdan ba kaha to sa linog?' Having left myself unanswered, I exhaled a deep sigh as a thought crossed my mind. 'It could have been me..' Having been stuck on the 9th floor during the very first tremendous quake that trembled us all, the thought was pretty much inevitable.
At this moment, I find myself wondering how it would be like to watch my own funeral. How about you? Are you not curious in finding out who's going to show up and who doesn't? Whether someone cries sincerely or not? What if you are given a chance to fake your death just to find out, would you?