Stupidity Killed The Cat

It is Day of the Dead today, and a bunch of our "stuff" died. My precious Soungarden concert shirts are all gone now, and I am finding it hard to pull back the memories of my "rock and roll" days. People will find it hard to understand, but in losing the shirts I feel that I have lost a part of me.

Yes, there is such a thing as sentimental value. It is talking, are you hearing it?

The White Shirt

We are off to the province in a few minutes. I am just waiting for Little Popot to finish dressing up. My parents are already there. They went straight to the province yesterday after securing stuff for Lola's wake. I have packed my only white polo shirt, the one that only gets worn during burials. I wore it for Uncle Jun, and for Lolo, and now I will be wearing it for Lola. I hate that shirt.